Holy crap you guys. Like, just, holy crap. 207 reviews? ! I'm actually in some minor form of shock right now. I did NOT expect to get 15 reviews of that chapter. Wow. Thank you guys so, SO much and even more. I wish I'd prewritten this, cause I totally would have put it up right away, but none of the chapters are prewritten. And I always hate when I take forever to update, so my chapters will be prewritten for my next story...but that's the future.
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Breakdown
Chapter 31: Wounded
"Male, age 17, severe concussion, possible swelling of the brain, three broken ribs, punctured right lung, blood loss, and several other minor injuries..."
Who was talking? Why were they saying that? Why was everything so blindingly bright, why did everything sound like he was underwater...
And then he felt the pain, and he knew why. He couldn't remember exactly, but there had been a man, and a gun, and a gunshot and...And now he was in too much pain to think. His mind began to cloud over as the agony overtook him, and finally, it faded, as did the white lights, and the underwater voices, and slowly, slowly, he slipped away from reality...
Logan rubbed his hands over his face for what had to be the fifth time. It was a nervous habit of his, and he'd definitely never been so nervous in his life. Waiting for an update on his two friends, on either of his two friends, for three hours was wearing him down, physically and emotionally. He'd already cried; he swore there was no way he could have any tears left, but now that the four hour mark had been passed, he felt ready to break down again.
Kendall was in the same boat as Logan. He'd cried. He was more terrified than he'd ever been. He was teetering on the edge of another meltdown. And he didn't care. He was done trying to stay strong for everyone. In the end, everything he'd been holding back had caught up with him, and he'd ended up crying harder than Logan, his mother, and his sister.
Katie was sitting in her brother's lap, showing an unusual display of sympathy. She was sniffling and wiping at her eyes. Like the other boys, she'd stopped crying after an hour of sitting around in this damned waiting room, but now she was having a hard time restraining her tears as she watched her brothers struggling to keep themselves together as well. And her mother...
Mrs. Knight felt nothing but sorrow for the boys she considered her sons as they awaited the news. But she had another dark cloud hovering over her. Sylvia and Brooke were trusting her 100% with watching their children, yet currently they were both undergoing surgery. And Brooke had already been yanked away from her work to come out to LA because Mrs. Knight had failed at keeping her son safe. She felt like a failure, a worthless human being who couldn't be trusted by anyone, not even her closest friends. Kendall had already spent a good half hour assuring her that this wasn't her fault, not in the slightest amount. No matter what she'd done, someone was going to end up getting hurt. She'd listened to what he had to say, but it didn't change a thing. She'd simply stood by when she should have taken action; she should have went into that room with Dr. Clark and gotten the proof for the police herself. Not that it mattered anymore. The proof had been right there when they'd broken down the door; Clark was holding a gun in his hands. He'd fired, and so he had been fired at, and now he was paying the ultimate price.
Sometimes people say that rotting away in jail is worse than death, but Jennifer couldn't have disagreed more. Clark got what he'd had coming to him. He didn't deserve to live after what he'd put the boys through- what he'd put them all through. So yes, Jennifer was glad the police hadn't given the abominable man a chance. They'd put the bullet through his heart...but not in time. Not before he'd lodged a bullet of his own into-
Her thoughts were interrupted by her daughter shaking her arm, and she was glad. She didn't want to think about it. "Mom, the doctor's here..."
Mrs. Knight stood quickly, not even glancing at Kendall and Logan, who were already on their feet. Her full attention was on the doctor, waiting. Apprehensive. Afraid.
The doctor cleared his throat. "As you know, I am Dr. Anderson. I was James' doctor here several months ago. However, there is no news of his current condition. I bring an update regarding Carlos Garcia.
Carlos' surgery went extremely well. We fused the bone back together and removed the bullet without any complications and stitched up the wound. He lost quite a bit of blood, so we gave him a transfusion. He is expected to make a full, healthy recovery. The wound has been dressed with gauze. Once Carlos goes home, the gauze will need to be changed every five hours. Make sure you pay close attention to the time, as there is a risk of infection. His arm is in a sling to support the bone while it heals, and needs to stay in it for six weeks. I'm prescribing a pain-killer that he should take every eight hours, one tablet, for the first week, which will only be five days since we'd like to keep him here for two nights. After that, he only needs to take them if his shoulder is causing him discomfort. He is awake if you'd like to see him, but he's under a light anesthesia for the pain. He may be a little loopy. Room 201. And only two visitors at a time, please."
Everyone was feeling a bit less pressure now that they knew one of their friends was doing well. They were glad Carlos' surgery had gone so smoothly, and that he was already on his way to recovery. But the matter of whether or not the story would be the same for James kept them from being overly-excited.
They smiled, though, and Mrs. Knight thanked the doctor. "Thank you, Doctor Anderson, so much."
"Not a problem. I'll have a nurse see you immediately when any news of James comes if I can't see you personally. I hope everything works out."
Mrs. Knight turned to her son as the doctor walked away. "You two can go on up," she said knowingly. As much as she wanted to see Carlos, and as much as she knew Katie did, too, she knew it was right to let Kendall and Logan visit him first. They were practically bursting with anxiety.
"We'll come get you to see him when we're done," Kendall promised.
He and Logan travelled somberly down the hall to the elevator and rode up to the third floor in silence. They knew why it was so quiet. It wasn't because they didn't know what to say, even though condolences had already been made. It was that Carlos and James had always been the conversation starters. James would talk about something appearance related and a whole long debate would begin, and though it had always seemed so pointless and annoying to Logan and Kendall, they wished they were fighting over the damaging chemicals in Cuda vs the repairing ones.
Carlos would start blathering on about literally anything, even if it made no sense at all. They wanted so badly right then for that, for the randomness that came only with Carlos. Hopefully seeing him hopped up on morphine would liven up the dark, damp atmosphere that had seemed to be hovering over them for the past three hours.
The two friends made it to Carlos' room without a single word spoken. They were a bit nervous to enter. Even though Dr. Anderson had said Carlos was doing well, neither of them could push away their inner pessimist. What if he was in severe pain? What if he couldn't talk? What if they were wrong about infection and he suddenly spiked a fever?
They knew anything like that would have been taken care of already, but considering how bad their luck had been lately, why not just add more misfortune to the list?
Nevertheless, the duo entered the dim room, the only source of light the slits of sunlight peeking in through the halfway closed blinds. Since Carlos had only recently awoken, he wouldn't want much light.
Logan and Kendall looked over at the bed. Carlos was laying down, but his eyes were open and trained on them as they ventured further into the room. His face was a bit pale, his eyes slightly glassy from the morphine, his shoulder was wrapped up tightly with layers of gauze, and his arm looked uncomfortable in the sling, but his big, loopy smile proved how happy he was to see them, even if he wasn't completely lucid and aware of what was going on and what had happened. He just liked seeing some familiar faces.
"Hey, it's you! You dudesss," he chirped cheerily from the bed, slurring his words slightly. "Don't I know you?" He giggled.
And hence lifted the somber cloud. It sucked that Carlos had to be high in order for his pain not to affect him, but they'd seen him under anesthesia before. It was always fun.
They stepped closer to the bed, grinning down at their bed-ridden friend. He smiled back at them, a huge, dopey smile that made them laugh. Carlos could hardly keep his eyes open, and so his smile looked like it was taking up half his face. He looked like a fool, but they didn't care. They were just glad he was okay.
"How you doing, buddy?" Logan asked, knowing that Carlos wouldn't be able to give a coherent answer, but wanted to hear him speak anyway, partially for assurance that he really was fine, partially to hear him slur some more words and continue to lift Logan's spirits.
" 'm I flying?" Carlos asked. "Cause I feel like I'm floating around." He went to spread his arms into wings, but he felt the pull in his shoulder and dropped his arms back down, frowning at the sling he hadn't noticed until right then. "Hey! Why do I- Why do I only have one wing?" He pouted.
Kendall snickered and let Logan answer. "It's a sling, buddy. You, uh, hurt yourself." Carlos wasn't ready-or lucid enough- to hear that he'd been shot in the shoulder and that the bullet had shattered his collar bone. They'd let the doctor inform him of that later, when his head was clear.
"Oh...It doesn't feel like I hurt mmmyself."
"That's good, Carlitos. That's really good. That means the medicine is doing its job."
"M-medicccine?" Kendall turned his head away, trying not to laugh too loudly. He didn't want to somehow offend Carlos, but the boy just looked too silly and adorable with his head cocked and his words slurring together.
Logan smiled even wider as he patted his friend's good arm. "Yeah, buddy. The medicine is so you won't feel any pain."
"Ah." Carlos grew quiet after that, and Kendall and Logan chuckled, sharing amused glances. Only Carlos could make them laugh at a time like this, whether he realized it or not.
Carlos spoke up again after a minute. "Hey, where'sss, um...that other guy? The one who's in love with himself."
And all at once the mood was dampened again. The heavy dread of not knowing what was going on with James and how he was settled back over Kendall and Logan, and their quirky demeanor did a complete one-eighty. They'd almost forgotten. Not totally; they'd never forget about James, especially not now, but they'd been smiling and laughing and generally feeling decent for the first time in nearly a week. It was sad how much they had to go through, how long it took, how hard it was to get them to smile, yet they were sent right back into near depression in a split second.
Carlos, however, didn't seem too upset. He hadn't realized he'd said the wrong thing, the words that had turned his friends sour so suddenly. He tried to smile at them, hoping to make them feel better, but neither of them would make eye contact, not with him or with each other.
"You mean James," Kendall muttered finally. Carlos' eyes brightened with recognition. Yes, James, that was his name.
"Yeah, him! Where-wait, who?" He shook his head. "Oh, yes, James. Right. What about James?"
Carlos was oblivious. Due to the morphine pumping into his veins and coursing through his bloodstream, his attention span only lasted about five seconds. Logan and Kendall didn't know whether or not they should be glad that even if they managed to tell Carlos what was going on with James. He'd handle it well while he was loopy, but there was no way he'd remember. Besides, Logan and Kendall didn't want to tell him. They'd get one of the doctors to do that. Dr. Anderson was nice enough. Then again, that's what they'd though about Dr. Clark in the first place, and he was the reason James and Carlos were being hospitalized. But now was not the time to think like that. Dr. Anderson was the doctor who'd taken care of James the entire time he'd been in a coma; as horrible as it was to consider, he'd had all the chances in the world to do something to James. Dr. Anderson wasn't another Dr. Clark.
There was another thing, anyway; they didn't even know what was going on with James yet. Sure, they knew the extent of his injuries, but not the results of the surgery. They could only pray the outcome would be the same as Carlos'.
Carlos had grown exceedingly quiet again, and when Logan and Kendall finally drifted from their musings, they noticed he had fallen asleep again. They felt a bit guilty knowing that Katie and Mrs. Knight would have to wait to see him awake, but they moved to leave anyway.
"He needs his rest," Logan whispered, glad Carlos was getting it. Maybe he'd be more coherent the next time he woke up.
Kendall reached out and very gently, as to not wake his slumbering friend, ran his hand over Carlos' soft tufts of raven-toned hair. He smiled down at the sleeping boy, looking peaceful and at ease, much to Kendall and Logan's relief.
Kendall turned along with Logan, and the pair made their way out of Carlos' room, only turning back around once at the doorway to make sure that Carlos was still there and in one piece.
He was, and, satisfied, the two friends turned back again and wandered down the hall to the elevators, though they really wished they could find whatever room James was currently undergoing surgery in and check in to make sure everything was going well. But they knew they couldn't, and so they settled for making their way back to the too-familiar waiting room for however many more agonizing hours it would take. Because that was how long they would stay. However long it took.
Any kind of guy you want girl
That's the guy I'll be
Turn myself upside down
Kendall jumped, not expecting to hear his phone blaring. He fumbled to pull it from his pocket, ignoring the glares he received from fellow waiting room people.
Jeez, sue a guy for his phone ringing. Does everyone enjoy sitting here miserably?
Kendall fought the urge to roll his eyes and everyone and was respectful enough to go outside to take the call, nodding once at his family as he glanced at his screen.
Incoming Call: Jo, with a picture of her under it.
Kendall answered hurriedly. He probably would have ignored the call, or texted her in the waiting room, because he wanted to be there when the news of James came, but he really did need to talk to her. He had a theory...
Kendall held the phone up to his ear. "Hey, Jo, listen-"
"Is everyone okay? You didn't get hurt, did you? James, he-"
"It was you, wasn't it? God, I knew it. Jo, you...you probably saved James and Carlos' lives."
"Carlos? Kendall, what happened? Are they okay? Are you?"
Yes, Kendall knew it had been Jo who'd called the police. It hadn't been him, Logan, Carlos, Katie, or his mother, and Jo was the only other person who knew. He'd broken down and told her. So maybe it hadn't been her business, but he couldn't stand lying and giving her excuses anymore. So he'd told her the day after she'd come over and he'd dismissed her. He didn't want to risk their relationship by keeping secrets. Looking back on it, he supposed that had been selfish of him; James probably hadn't wanted anyone else to know, yet he'd told Jo in order to keep their relationship from being jeopardized. Now, though, he was thoroughly glad he'd told her the whole truth. If he hadn't, no one would have called the police, and James and Carlos would be...well, they'd be what Dr. Clark was now.
Kendall nearly cried with relief. He'd made the right choice telling her. And hearing her voice, after knowing that she was the reason two of his best friends were alive...he wanted to see her so badly. But he wanted to see James more. Maybe she'd come visit tomorrow.
"Jo, slow down. Yes, I'm fine. Logan, too. But Carlos and James..."
"What happened?" Jo's voice trembled.
Kendall rubbed his free hand over his face and inhaled shakily before explaining. "Carlos got shot. In the shoulder. The bullet fractured his collar bone, but they fixed it up in surgery. He has stitches and a sling but he's doing fine. He was even awake for a bit. But he was high on morphine. And James...we haven't heard about James yet. That filthy bastard...he almost killed James. He-" Kendall's voice wavered, threatening to break, but he choked back the lump in his throat and forged on.
"Evidently Clark went all out on James. I only saw him for a second, but he was unconscious and he had a huge gash on his forehead and his face was all busted up and- God, all the blood, Jo, there was so much."
"It's okay, Kendall. You don't have to tell me everything," Jo soothed her boyfriend softly.
Kendall shook his head, completely aware of the fact that she couldn't see him and not caring. "No, it's okay. I'm fine. It was just really hard to...Anyway, one of his lungs is punctured, and he's been in surgery forever, and I-" His voice finally cracked and dropped to a hushed whisper, barely audible, even to himself. "I'm so scared."
With that, Kendall let himself break down again, sliding down the brick wall to the hard, cold pavement. He buried his face against his knees and sobbed into the phone.
On the other end of the line, Jo's heart was breaking. Two of her really close friends were hurt, one potentially fatally, and he boyfriend, her strong, bold boyfriend, was crying- no, wailing and there was nothing she could do to console him. She knew words wouldn't help. She needed to be there, with him, holding him.
"Kendall," she called, required to raise her voice to be heard over the heart-wrenching sobs. "Kendall, listen, shh, shh, just listen to my voice..."
Kendall managed to get a hold of himself considerably quickly, and he lifted his head, wiping his tear-streaked face as he stuttered out a "W-what?"
"Hey, it's going to be okay. Look, I'm leaving to come to the hospital right now, alright? I'll be there for you, for all of you. Just hang on, okay?"
"O-okay. And Jo?"
"Yes, Kendall?"
"Thank you. You're their saviour. I know that sounds super cheesy, but...it's true. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't called the police."
"Me neither. I'm glad you told me."
"I love you. So much."
"I love you, too. Hang tight."
There was a click, and then static. She was on her way.
Kendall hung up and took another minute to compose himself. He couldn't go back in there looking a mess. He patted at his hair and swiped at his eyes with his t-shirt. Finally he stood and headed slowly back into the hospital. He entered just in time to see his mother and Logan stand as they were approached.
Kendall's eyes widened and he quickened his pace so that he wouldn't miss the report.
Dr. Anderson was back.
Oh! Jeez, who the hell makes lights that bright? ! Seriously, being blind isn't the first thing you look forward to when you wake up! What is this?
Voices. Just like before. Only this time, he couldn't make out what the were saying. They were just a distant, annoying hum, the clarity of words just a stretch away.
He couldn't see, either, thanks to the god damn light that was having a grand time scorching his corneas even through closed eyelids.
He sighed inwardly and idly wondered what was going on. Blinding white lights and far away voices. Now that was a hospital cliché. Crap, he was in the hospital, wasn't he? Again.
Maybe the voices could give him some answers. They were gradually growing louder and more distinct. He heard some along the lines of "His eyelashes!"
"What about his eyelashes?" That voice sounded exasperated. It reminded him of someone he knew...
"I saw them flutter! That means he's waking up. You're the future doctor. Shouldn't you notice these things?" That voice was sarcastic, yet, despite the simplicity of the words, strangely wise, yet young. Or maybe he was just confused. Yeah, that was probably it.
"You know, I really don't think we should be doing-"
"Oh, come on, Logan. Katie didn't get to see Carlos. Besides, even if any nurses do notice, there's no way they'll be able to resist The Eyes."
Logan, Katie, Carlos? All familiar names. Very, very familiar. As in, his...best friends familiar? Okay, then who was talking? His voice sounded...like Kendall's. Yes, that what it! Okay, so he was James Diamond, not that he was going to forget that easily, and Kendall, Logan, and Katie were here, but Katie hadn't seen Carlos, and what did that mean? And why was he in the hospital again? He really needed to wake his mind up so that he could ask someone to please explain this.
"Hey! I saw his eyes flutter, too!"
"Told you!"
Ah, yes. He remembered the bickering. If he recalled, there hadn't been much of that lately. But why? Maybe he was just forgetting something. That was most likely the case. He felt as though a heavy fog had settled over his brain and taken residence there for a while. All he needed was to wake up and he'd remember.
He felt a light pressure on his hand then, like someone was squeezing it with their own. And then someone spoke to him.
"James? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand back."
Yes, he could hear. He squeezed back. He expected to hear a sigh of relief, more talking, maybe, directed at him. Instead he was met with silence. He felt tension in the air. Was the person holding his hand expecting him to squeeze back? Because he had.
He squeezed again to be sure, but this time a voice did speak. "Come on, James, you can do it. Just one little squeeze, just so I know you can hear me. Please, buddy."
He felt the pressure again, and he squeezed back. He did! He squeezed that hand as hard as he could, desperate to get the owner of it to realize that yes, he was awake, yes, he could hear them.
But instead he heard "I swear his eyes moved. I guess not. He isn't awake yet. Maybe...soon."
But I am awake! I squeezed!
He squeezed again, using all of his strength. That hand had to be crushed by now. By no cry of pain, no shriek of excitement at his consciousness. Nothing.
I'm squeezing, can't you feel? Logan, whoever you are, please! I'm awake! I can hear you, I just can't wake up! I can't talk, I can't move, but I'm right here!
He felt panic begin to rise within him. His throat, his stomach, his chest tightened. What was happening? Why was his mind awake but his body wasn't? He didn't like this feeling; he felt paralyzed, from head to toe.
Maybe he needed more time. He didn't know what had happened; he could have been out for days, maybe even weeks, like last time.
And then a thought struck him, one that horrified him, chilling him to the bone. Had he overdosed again?
No. No, he swore, he promised himself and his friends and his mother that he wouldn't do it. But what if all the stress and pressure had broken him down again? He remembered being very afraid, to the point where he felt so hopeless he was depressed. But what was it that he had been so terrified of? Why couldn't he remember?
He didn't even realize the voices had faded; all he knew was that someone was pointing a gun at him, and he couldn't breathe. Memory. Here it was. Or maybe hell. Maybe he was dead.
The gun was right in his face, pressing painfully against his temple. But wasn't he still in the hospital? Then why did this seem so real?
He felt like he was going to die. His insides were on fire, depleted of the oxygen that just wouldn't fill his starved, wheezing lungs. But still he could not move. He felt panic rise in his throat, yet he couldn't thrash, couldn't scream, couldn't even force his eyes open. At this point, he'd settled for having his retinas burned out. This was torture. It really was hell, wasn't it? He could certainly imagine hell being himself suffocating, yet being utterly paralyzed, unable to twitch or cry out or gesture in any way. He was sure he'd be crying if his tear ducts were functioning. But those were frozen, too, just like him. He was trapped inside of his own body. It was the worst feeling he'd ever had. Even when that gun had been pointed at him, for whatever reason, he hadn't felt so helpless.
He could hear the voices again, shouting, but just like before, the words were unfocused, melded together.
He hear a high pitched shriek of some sort, and hands. He could feel hands on him, yet he couldn't respond to the touches. A scream was building up inside of him. He felt it, ready to burst from his unmoving lips.
But it didn't. It swelled inside of him and only made his heart pound even more wildly.
So James screamed the only way he could. In his mind.
Why? ! This isn't right, I shouldn't be a prisoner inside my own body! I need control; I NEED CONTROL!
But control never came. Instead, silence did. The bright white lights hovered for a moment, and then, darkness settled.
Logan, Kendall, and Katie stood in the waiting room once again, still trembling. They were extremely shaken up, all three of them. Whatever had happened to James up in that room, it hadn't been normal. It had been scary. Now they stood alongside Mrs. Knight, who wasn't quite as ashen as the other three, but still considerably pale after hearing the story from them. She hoped maybe they'd exaggerated it, that James hadn't had a full blown attack of something even while he was still unconscious. Maybe they didn't mean seizure; perhaps it had only been a bad case of...of what? Severe shaking? No, it had been a seizure; she trusted that Logan could identify one when he regrettably had to.
Now Dr. Anderson was making his way toward them for the fourth time in the six hours they'd been stuck in this damned waiting room. As much as they were worried sick of waiting around for unknown, unwanted updates, Dr. Anderson was worried sick about what their reactions would be every time he came as the bearer of awful news.
He stopped in front of them and glanced down at his chart, even though he didn't have to. He knew what it said; he just didn't want to say it. But it was his job, as gloomy as it seemed, to tell people that something was terribly wrong with their loved one.
Dr. Anderson decided not to beat around the bush. He hadn't been doing it so far, why start now? So he inhaled sharply and spoke.
"James is suffering from cerebromedullospinal disconnection."
Kendall fought down the instant rush of panic that overwhelmed him at those words. Medical words were all big. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it sounded. Unfortunately, one glance at Logan told him his first instinct was right. Logan looked more than worried. His wide eyes, pale complexion and gaping mouth told Kendall that whatever a cerebrominey disconnection was, it was bad.
"I-I'm sorry, doctor, what does that mean?" Mrs. Knight questioned, though she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. She wasn't looking forward to another phone call with Brooke.
"Cerebromedullospinal disconnection is more commonly known as pseudocoma, or 'locked-in' syndrome," Dr. Anderson explained, and Kendall winced when his mother gasped. She knew now.
Katie clutched Kendall's hand even tighter. Everybody was making this sound like a horrible, horrible thing. The word coma was in it. Pseudocoma. Icy dread filled her stomach, as well as her brother's.
"To put it most simply, James is...it's like he's trapped inside his own body. He's having normal brain processes; he can hear and think, and if he could open his eyes he'd be able to see, but his motor functions are immobilized-"
"So, you're saying James is awake, but he can't move. He's not just paralyzed from the neck down, he's completely frozen. Stuck." Kendall's voice was coated with disbelief and shock.
Dr. Anderson nodded sadly. "Yes. I'm sorry that this is the case, but yes."
All colour drained from Mrs. Knight's face, and her knees gave out under her. Alarmed, Kendall hastily wrapped his arm around her waist and sat her down in the nearest chair while she sucked air in thinly.
Katie sat beside her mom and attempted to calm her, while Logan stared blankly at Dr. Anderson. He couldn't believe it. Not James. Not after everything. Dr. Clark was not only, but dead, unable to torment anybody, ever again. They'd won. Or at least, they'd thought they had. Two of them had come out with some serious battle wounds, but Carlos was going to make a full recovery and James' surgery had gone well. They'd thought he would spend a while at the hospital and with time his injuries would heal, and he'd be James again. At least, on the outside.
But now...this. A complication. An error. This wasn't meant to happen; it was a mistake. James had been through enough already, too much. Logan couldn't even begin to imagine how James must be feeling right then. He wanted to speak, to reach out and reassure his friends that he was okay, but he couldn't. He couldn't even squeeze Logan's hand back. But his eyes had fluttered...maybe he'd been trying, in vain, as it turned out, and if hurt Logan more than he thought possible to think of how unfathomably terrified James must have been when he discovered that he was totally, completely, utterly paralyzed.
Logan blinked and returned to reality. He'd heard about this before- he'd never even considered having to deal with it in his life, but he'd heard of it- and he knew that in some cases, the plug was pulled on the poor, helpless victim, but in other cases, the patient emerged from the coma-like state perfectly fine. And that was going to be the case for James. Logan refused to let him...let him...He couldn't even think it.
But before he had to, he needed to know if there was a chance of...that...happening.
Logan's swayed dizzily as he faced Dr. Anderson, who was watching the scene in front of him with sorrow-filled eyes, fiddling nervously with his clipboard. He hated this part of the job. He knew to expect this when he signed on to become a doctor, but 'Shatter a family to pieces' wasn't exactly in the job description. It hurt so much, as if this was somehow his fault.
"D-doctor?" Logan's voice wavered. Said man nodded once to show he was listening.
Logan lowered his eyes, afraid to look into Dr. Anderson's. His entire body, inside and out, shuddered as the dreaded question slipped past his unsmiling lips.
"Will he ever fully wake up?"
Kendall, Katie, and Mrs. Knight perked up as they awaited the answer...
OMG! Does anybody watch the show House MD? Cause this is just a random, pointless ramble, but last night's episode was Ah. Maze. Ing. I almost died watching it!
Aaand, that show (not last night's episode) inspired me. I know, I know, another coma, but in one of the episodes, this guy could hear and think, but his body was paralyzed, and BAM! So is James. Gah, I'm so evil!
I know some of you wanted James to get shot, but I've put the poor guy through so much already, and now he's in this freaky half-coma thingy, so, you know. That's bad enough.
Mwahaha. Another cliffie!