Chapter 3: Talk
Logan POV
When I left the room, I headed back to the room Jo was in. I opened the door.
"Hey Jo."
She looked in my direction, and immediatly asked what was up with Kendall.
"It was just a mild panic attack. The doctor is keeping him overnight as a precaution, and prescribing some meds. He will be ok to leave in the morning."
"I knew something was up because he wasn't his usual Kendall self. I still haven't called Camille. How is she?"
"She already knows, Kendall was freaking out after hanging up with Rochelle. So we kinda ran like maniacs out of the appartment."
"Have you talked to her since then?"
"No, because we wanted to see you first and then we would tell the others."
"Logan, how are you taking this?"
That's when I broke down. She patted the bed, and I sat down beside her and cried.
"It's hard. I have never had a loved one in the hospital before. I hate hospitals!" I said still bawling like a baby.
Riing-riing. Riing- riing.
I looked down at my phone to see who it was. Camille.
"Hey Camille." I tried to say through the tears.
"Hortense Logan Mitchell! Why did... Have you been crying? What's wrong?"
"Camille, can I tell you later? I need to calm down right now." I sniffled.
"Ok, I'll talk to you when you get home. I love you."
"I love you too." I hung up.
"Logan, it's gonna be hard for me too. I didn't expect this. Heck, I don't want to go through this. But I know the treatment is gonna help me get better. I think you should go talk to the others, and tell Kendall I hope my little Kenny Bear is Ok."
"Are you sure you want me to leave?"
"I'll be fine."