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"Let go of me!" Kendall struggles against the tight grip on his forearms as he's thrown out by two large security guards. He glares at them, furious. "I need to go back! Don't you see that? Everyone I love and care for are in there!" Frustrated tears spring to his eyes as he fights back. The security guards are too big, too strong; they create a wall, blocking him for entering again. Kendall falls to his knees, still trying to get past. Tears are rapidly falling down his flushed cheeks.

Logan watches with shocked eyes. What was happening? Why was Kendall crying? It took a lot for him to cry, he was the strong one.

"Please let me go back in," Kendall begs, trying to get past them while still kneeling. He wants to pound them, but they're too big. They're getting their way the one time Kendall needs it all his way.

Logan stares at Kendall with shocked, confused eyes. The sound of the gunshot is now lost in his memory as he stares at Kendall. He rushes towards Kendall, grabbing and shaking his shoulders as he kneels down in front of him. "Kendall! What happened, buddy? Why are you crying?"

Instead of answering, Kendall backs away, not being able to look at Logan in the eyes. "No," he whispers.

"Kendall! Tell me! You're scaring me!" Logan shouts, panicking.

"L-Logan," he blubbers, "It was-was so terrible and- and- and he-he-," with that Kendall collapses in a fit of sobs into Logan's arms. "Logan… they're- I need them, you need them too."

Confused, he rubs Kendall's back affectionately asking, "Who do I need, bud?"

"I need them, too," he sobs, burying his nose into the crook of Logan's neck, "Logan what if they die?"

"Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?" Thoughts of the previous sound comes rushing back. Oh no. It couldn't have been, right? Logan doesn't want to ask, he doesn't want to face reality, but he doesn't have a choice. "Those- those weren't gunshots, right? They- they were something else right?" Logan asks hopefully, almost closing his eyes in fear. The sound he had just heard comes back, buzzing in his ear, now reminding him of how cruel reality could be. How could he have forgotten that horrid sound? Seeing Kendall so… broken made him forget about everything other than comforting his best friend, his brother.

"Logan, they were. A-Andrew pulled out a gun. H-how did he get one in the first p-place? I don't know, but Jo's in there, Camille's in there, Mom is, Katie is, James and Carlos are too. He shot. Logan, I need to see them," he pleads, clenching Logan's shirt in one fist.

Logan stares blankly at Kendall. He doesn't even bother wiping away either of their tears. He was lying. He had to be. Everything was finally going right for him and Camille, there was no way life would be so cruel to them. Things were supposed to be going on the right track again, not crumbling before his very eyes. Things were supposed to be perfect. "Stop lying Kendall!" he shouts, pushing his shoulders, moving away from him, and letting Kendall fall to the ground with a hurt expression. "Stop it! Stop it!" he yells, pulling at his spiked hair. "Stop lying!"

"Logan," Kendall whispers helplessly, "I wish I was, but I'm not."

"Stop it, Kendall! They're fine, Kendall, right? Please tell me that they're alright!" Logan moves closer to Kendall so that he can pull him in for a hug. He lets out a small cry in Kendall's arms.

"Logan, he shot. Three times. I don't know where it went, but I think it was at Camille. I- I really d-don't really know, they started to clear people out of there. I was one of the first since I was sitting by the door," Kendall says, wiping away his tears.

"Kendall, stop it, please," he begs helplessly, "Stop it."

"Buddy, I don't know what to say. I wish I was lying."

"Kendall, please, come with me. I need to know what happened. I need to." Logan gently tugs on his hand, pulling him up so they're both standing. They can hear the sirens already. Both the police and ambulances are arriving at the scene. "Come on, we'll wait for them." Logan breathed in, exhaling slowly. He was confident that they were okay. They were right? Life wouldn't be that cruel to them, it wouldn't rip Camille away from Logan, right? Their love was too strong for that.

"Logan, look," Kendall says, pointing. Logan looks up to see where Kendall is pointing to. He finds Jo, James, Carlos, Stephanie, Katie and Mrs. Knight stumbling out of the crowded courtroom, clinging to each other like lifelines. They were sobbing, their tears running down red splotched cheeks and the sight made both Logan's and Kendall's hearts shatter. Running up to them, they begin to shoot questions.

"Kendall! Logan!" they all sob, attacking the both of them with hugs.

"We're so glad to see you." Jo wraps her arms around Kendall's waist once Mrs. Knight and Katie have their hug. He tucks her head under his chin and wipes her tears away, kissing her head.

"We were so worried about you, baby."

Logan watches them in slight envy. He wanted Camille here. Where was she? He wanted to ask so badly, but he was afraid that if he asked, it would become reality. But, he gathered up the courage anyways and opened parted his lips to speak.

"Move out of the way people! This way, Mark." A guy rolling a stretcher calls out orders to move to the side as he walks through with his co-worker. For a minute, they can't even see who's there. Whether they were severely injured or not, they're all interested to know who's there. But, nothing can prepare them for the horrifying sight they are about to see.

"Logan!" Katie gasps, squeezing her eyes shut tight while clinging to Logan. He wraps his arms around her, staring ahead. No. There on the stretcher that had once been white but was now splattered with red, as Andrew. The blood seemed to be coming from his head but Logan wasn't sure.

Logan was suddenly furious. He gritted his teeth together, clenching and unclenching his fists. What happened? Maybe now Andrew wouldn't receive the punishment he deserved. Andrew deserved so much worse than jail, he couldn't just die. He needed to pay for his actions. He shielded Katie's eyes, clamping his hand over her doe-like eyes. She didn't need to see this. Blood was still practically oozing out of his head and the sight made him want to gag. Stupid, damn Andrew. He needed to live. He needed to pay. But before they knew it, the stretcher was rolled away, only to have another emerge from the courtroom. Logan couldn't bring himself to look at it. He didn't want to see the innocent person who had just been shot. They hadn't done anything. Logan couldn't help but wonder who it was.

He looks up into Mrs. Knight's eyes pleadingly, silently begging her to take Katie. This was the last thing she needed to see. Blood was nothing a young teenager needed to see especially in a case like this. He leans down and picks her up while still facing the other way and hands her over to Mrs. Knight.

Katie slowly opens her eyes as her curiosity gets the best of her. She gasps, tears now officially running down her cheeks. "Camille," she whispers before burying her nose into the crook of her mom's neck. Logan stares at her like a deer in head lights. He whips around to see what she's talking about. Oh, how he wishes that he hadn't.

There on the second stretcher was a bloody Camille moaning and writhing in pain. There was so much blood. Could one person even lose that much blood? There was so much that he couldn't even tell where it all was coming from. Logan gasps, stumbling over his own feet, almost falling to the ground. He wants to look away but he can't get bring himself to. He drags his feet to where she is, and he can feel all the eyes in the room on him. "Camille," he whispers, touching her fingers. It seems that it's the only place along with her face that's not coated in blood.

"Ugh," she moans, arching her back off the blood soaked stretcher while shutting her eyes in pain. Black spots are covering her vision because of the loss of blood and she can just barely make out Logan. "It hurts, L-Logan," she whimpers breathlessly. The sound makes Logan's heart break even more. Why was she the one in so much pain?

Tears peak out at the brim of his eyes and threaten to spill over. "I know, babe. Stay strong, okay? Fight for yourself, fight for me," he whispers caressing her cheeks one last time before she's wheeled away. He blinks, his feet stuck to the ground. He feels a hand on his shoulder and he eases into the touch.

"Logan, man, we got to get to the hospital," a voice says. James. He nods absent-mindedly, staring into space. James doesn't even bother saying it will be okay. He wants to, but he doesn't want to give out false hope. Seeing Camille in that position shattered all of their hopes. Life was too cruel to them.

"Let's go Logan. She'll get through this." Someone places a hand on his back, guiding him to the car when they see that he has no intention to move.

She had to be okay, she just had to be.

Logan sat with his head in his hands. He had never been to frustrated, so angry, in his entire life. He sat on the cold hospital floor, back against the wall, pulling at his raven locks tightly. Pain was good. Pain was what he needed. But no amount of physical pain would measure up to the emotional pain he was feeling at the moment. His heart was beating a million times per minute, sinking lower and lower by the second. His stomach churned violently but not enough to make him throw up like Jo and Carlos had done minutes ago. They were adamant about staying so they cleaned up and stayed despite how sick they felt because of all the blood. Sweat created a fine line on his forehead and his breathing was heavy, coming out in unreasonably fast gasps. His fingers clenched around his dark brown locks, pulling on them. He was so damn tired.

"Camille Roberts?" Dr. Morris, Camille's doctor from last time as well, calls out. Logan's head shoots up, staring into the eyes of the doctor and just by the look on his face; he knows it's not good news. It's grim; the spark that was there when Camille was healing was clearly not there.

"Yes?" he asks, not even bothering to stand up.

"Logan, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Camille… she wasn't in a good condition when she arrived. She was shot twice, once in the shoulder and once in the stomach. She went through surgery. She was losing too much blood; way more than one person should lose. We had enough in the blood bank for her, but Logan, the chances don't look so good. We don't know if she'll make it through the night. If she does, and there's a low chance of that, there's a small chance that she'll make it. I'm sorry; I wish I had better news. I think you all might want to start saying your good-byes now." Dr. Morris looks sympathetically at the group of teenagers among him. They were just kids; they didn't deserve any of this. "You can visit her at anytime; if you need anything just press the call button." With that, he leaves behind the group of frightened teenagers behind.

Logan along with everyone else stared at the doctor, mouths parted open. Hot tears run down all their cheeks. How could this have happened? Everything was going so right. The silence among them is frightening, as if nothing they say can make it better. And it can't. Nothing could make this better.

"Ugh," Logan whispers, tears now freely falling down his cheeks. He was tired of trying to hide them. He was tired of being strong. "Why?" he asks to no one in particular. He shudders, a sob racking through his body. "Why? God damn it! Why does this keep happening? She- she can't leave me. I love her so much; don't take her freakin' away from me. I need her." He's talking to himself, he knows, but at this point, he doesn't really care. All he needs is for Camille to be okay.

"Logan," Kendall's voice breaks. He doesn't know what to say, the position they're all in- being forced to stay good-bye to their best friend is something they would've never even imagined. "Do- do you want to go first?"

Logan nods. "Let's just all go in together and then I'll stay. You can stay, too, okay?" Logan asks, his body shaking and shivering from tears.

They walk down the hallway, stumbling over their feet and tripping because they are so unstable of their feet. They find Camille's room and push the door open.

There amidst all the technology and complicated machines lays Camille. Her dark curls are thrown over the pillow and the bandages wrapped around her stomach and chest are already soaked with blood. Their hearts break seeing her this way. Logan seats himself in a corner away from his friends. What they say to her is private and he knows none of them are listening in on any one of their conversations. He watches Jo tearfully say things softly, but he doesn't try to depict what she's saying. He can only imagine what she must be going through. Camille was her first friend in L.A., the first one to accept her with open arms.

Logan sighs, closing his eyes, letting his tears fall freely. When did everything get so messed up?

"Logan?" a soft voice awakens him, and for a minute, he thinks that everything was a horrible nightmare, but looking around, he knows its not. "We're going to leave you two alone, okay?" Jo asks, squeezing his shoulder.

"Yeah, okay," he nods. He stands up as his friends leave and takes a seat next to Camille. He takes her hand, intertwines his fingers with hers and kisses them. "Hey, love," he says softly, brushing some loose strands of dark hair off her forehead. "You're on pain meds right now so I don't know if you can hear me but-," he's cut off by a sob. He holds her hand even more tightly in his. "Cam, you can't leave me. You're everything to me. H-how am I supposed to live without you? Cam, tell me," Logan begs, tears flowing nonstop. "How am I supposed to wake up everyday and not find you curled up to my side? How am I supposed to be in our apartment realizing that you're not there, Cam? How am I supposed to live?" Then he loses it. He buries his head in the white hospital sheets and cries loudly into them. He can't bring himself to even be embarrassed because no one is there, and even if there was, he still wouldn't care.

"When did everything get so fucking messed up? That's all I've been thinking about all day? What did we ever do to deserve this? They say bad things happen to good people. Why does it have to be this bad? Doesn't the world think we've suffered enough. Now, I can't even think straight. They keep saying you won't make it, but you will, I know it. You need to make it, Cam, do it for me if not for yourself. We've been putting up with a lot of crap this past year but this has to top it all. I can't even..."

"Cam, I c-can't say goodbye to you. I can't live without you. You've taught me so many things. You've taught me that it's okay to open up to other people. You've taught me that it's okay to love, that love is a beautiful thing. You've taught me to break out of my box and try new things without worrying about the consequences. You're crazy, but I love you so much. We're supposed to grow old together; we have our entire lives ahead of us. I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't leave me, love. I can't live without you." Logan cries hysterically into their connected hands.

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeep

Logan's head shoots up covered in hot tears. That sound shouldn't be happening. He knows enough about doctor's equipment to know that. He leans over an immediately presses the small read button to call for help. He forces himself to stay calm and breathe evenly. Everything was going to be fine, right?

A herd of panicking doctors and nurses rush in. Their panic isn't helping Logan in the least bit. If they weren't calm then it was even harder for Logan to keep calm.

"Get me the shock paddles," Dr. Morris orders, "Quickly! She's not breathing." A young nurse hand him the paddles and Logan watches him rub them against each other. He has watched this on TV and videos to help him learn about becoming a doctor but never in his entire life did he think he would have to witness it. He feels himself being pushed and he looks up to find an old nurse attempting to push him out the door.

"Hon, you need to leave."

"Clear!" Dr. Morris shouts, thumping the paddles against her chest. He watched her small body jump from the shock motionless. He does it again, this time harder, but nothing seems to be working.

"Leave! We need to work." The old nurse is almost to the door with Logan in tow. His eyes are glued to the scene.

Beeeeeep

That's the last sound he hears from the heart monitor before he is thrown out of the room. He can't believe it, it had to be a horrible nightmare. There was no way this was true. He knew more than enough about the medical process to know what was happening and he couldn't think straight because of it.

Camille Roberts had flat lined.

Longest chapter yet! So how many of you hate me write now? The only thing I can ask of you is to keep reading because everything will work out in the way you probably want it. I won't give too much away.

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