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A week, more or less, had dreaded past. Not that any of them kept track of the time anyways. Each day was the same. Each day was a struggle but surprisingly, it did get easier. Their worries eased a bit, seeing as Camille was more mobile now than before, but that didn't stop them from worrying about her. They watched her with intense care, almost as if they thought if they didn't watch her, then she'd disappear. Sleep was a luxury. They took turns and even so, the thoughts in the back of their minds didn't let them sleep for long periods of time. It was no longer a necessity it their minds. Their necessity now was to watch Camille and make sure she was okay. As long as she was okay, they were. Or at least that's what they thought. Their lack of sleep was evident by the dark circles under their eyes and honestly, they were a mess. Camille tried to convince them that they should be sleeping but even she couldn't persuade them to do so. She often fell asleep out of exhaustion or pain, which only made her friends and boyfriend even more alert.

They constantly lost track of time. Not that it mattered. Supposedly, a week had passed but everything had been a blur, no one was sure of what exactly had happened. Except for the fact that today was Camille's first official physical therapy session. The doctors had been working with her while she was at the hospital and Camille had only succeeded in taking a few shaky steps before collapsing out of pain, but she had been released from the hospital nearly a week ago when the doctors came to the conclusion that therapy was the only thing that could help her right now.

And for the first time in forever as it seemed to Logan, he stifled a laugh as he watched Camille in physical therapy. There was nothing funny about why she was being forced to take the sessions and there definitely wasn't anything funny about what she went through but the puppy dog face she was trying to pull off in order to leave the therapy session reminded Logan of how things used to be- of how innocent and playful Camille used to be. Except that nothing would be the same again, and he had come to accept that. Every night he would wish and pray for everything to return to normal but he soon realized he was ignoring the truth. Nothing would ever be the same. It could come close, but nothing would entirely be the same again.

His eyes almost droop shut out of sleepiness but he shakes his head, focusing on Camille again.

"It isn't funny, Logan," she says, pouting. She turns her attention back to the man she had just met and found out he was her instructor before shooting a small smile in Logan's direction.

"Okay, Camille. Walk this way slowly. Take your time, there's no rush." The light brown haired muscled instructor, Drake walks back slowly getting ready to catch Camille in case she falls.

She slowly and hesitantly secures the crutches under her arms before moving them forward. She takes a slow step, hissing at the pain that hits her abdomen. She scrunches up her face in an attempt to make the pain go away and then opens her tired eyes. One step is over and done with, Camille, that's what she tells herself in a way to keep going.

Logan, though he knows she's not paying attention to him, sends encouraging smiles to her.

Camille huffs out of exhaustion. She's frustrated. She wants to be able to walk normally again. Is that too much to ask for? Now she can't even walk a few steps before getting tired or getting hit with an unbearable amount of pain.

She moves her crutches forward again and just as she's about to take another, her foot slips and she falls into the awaiting arms of her instructor.

Something races through Logan's veins as the muscled man holds Camille close, making sure she's okay. He watches as she giggles and nods. Was it jealousy?

The man hoists her up and secures the crutches under her arms once again.

The rest of the session is a blur for Logan. Each time Camille tripped or collapsed, the instructor always caught her. He wanted to be the one to catch her. What he didn't want is some strange man touching his girlfriend. Before he knew it, he was walking back to their car with his arms kept stiffly to his side. Camille looked at him oddly as her instructor wheeled her out to the car and helped her inside.

"Logan, are you okay? You've been so quiet," Camille asks once her instructor walks away. She jerks his face towards her.

"Hmph," he mutters, looking away only to have Camille make him look at her again.

"Logan. What's wrong?" She looks at him dead in the eye.

Logan sighs. There was no getting out of this. "I don't like your instructor. He keeps touching you," he mutters.

A small, teasing smile spreads across Camille's face. "Aww, is someone a little jealous?" she teases, pinching his cheek.

"No. I'm afraid I'm going to lose you," Logan whispers, tears shining in his chocolate brown eyes as he looks down at his lap.

"What was that?" Camille asks in shock. How long had he been keeping that secret in? Was it just a few hours or days or even months?

"Nothing," he mumbles, "It's not important."

"Logan, don't even think it's not important. You mean everything to me. But listen to me, you're not going to lose me. I'll promise you that much. I love you too much."

"How do you know that? I almost lost you way too many times already so how do you know I'm not going to really lose you this time? I've almost lost you to the most terrible things- I don't want to lose you to another guy. I don't want you to realize that I'm not good enough for you because I know I'm not, but that doesn't stop me from loving you. If I lose you, Cam, I can't live." Tears fall freely down his pale cheeks but he could care less. He was tired of keeping everything bottled up inside.

"I can't tell you what's going to happen today or tomorrow or any other day. I can't tell you that everything will be okay but I will tell you this- I love you, Logan Mitchell and I can tell you that I'll never stop. Don't even think you're not good enough for me because if anything, I'm not good enough for you. I love you and only you. I won't love anyone else, I promise. You're not going to lose me. Drake was just doing his job. He could get in trouble if he let me fall so he caught me. But you're the one who will get to catch me all the other times, okay?"

Camille leans in and places a soft kiss on his cold lips. "I love you."

Logan smiles and grabs her head, bringing it closer to his face before attacking her lips with his own. His cold lips met perfectly with Camille's warm ones and their fingers delicately pulled on the others dark brown locks.

"I love you too. I'll catch you whenever you need me to," Logan whispers in-between kisses. He pulls her in for a hug, careful not to touch any of her injuries.

He feels a vibrating from his jean pocket and quickly pulls out his phone. Immediately, he misses Camille's warmth.

There's a text reading;

Need to talk with you and Camille. 'Will be over in an hour. Brace yourselves.

~Officer Marshall'.

Logan's heart stops. Brace yourselves? What did that mean? He passes his phone to Camille, watching her expression change from loving to confused. She looks up to meet Logan's eyes and they stare at each other in silence.

AN: I hope this chapter came out the way I wanted it to. I don't know why sometimes but writing this story makes me cry occasionally.

I'm asking all of you to be patient with my stories. It's the holiday season and I've been busier than I had planned to be. The next chapter of AMLP will hopefully be up tomorrow if I can finish it by then. As for LYA, I want to take my time and make sure it's the way I want it before I post it.

I'm stoked for the next chapter because it's one I've been waiting to write for months.

Also, to all my readers, I wish you a very happy holidays and all the peace, joy and happiness in the world. Each and everyone of you deserve it so I hope you all have a wonderful time surrounded by the people you love.

So... review?