Chapter 14: Awake

*Logan's POV*

I wake, and see three smiling faces around the bed, but something's not right. I can't move, I manage to look down at my body, nothing but bandages, like a Halloween mummy. I look at my friends but something's not right with them either, wheelchairs and bandages. Why? Then I get my answer.

"Hey Logan, we were in a car accident, please don't blame yourself." Carlos says. Blame myself? Why would I blame myself? Oh, oh no, I was driving, wasn't I? It's all my fault, they could have died.

"What happened in the car accident?" I manage to ask.

Carlos hesitates, like he's debating whether to tell the truth or not. Carlos always tells the truth. Then Kendall tells me instead.

"We were hit by a drunk driver, but it was raining hard though. We were at a junction, our light had gone green but the drunk went through a red light, hit the car on James' and Carlos' side. The car rolled, but it landed upright, we were trapped inside, as it had gone all squished, but we were lucky that the car didn't set alight. That's what the police told me, I can't actually remember what happened." He finishes.

"Oh," I say. "Was it just us four injured?"

"Yes." Comes the short reply from Kendall.

"So what injuries have you all got?" I ask, wanting to know if I can handle and look after their injuries, like the doctor I always wanted to be.

"Eeerm," Carlos starts. "I've only got cuts and bruises. I was lucky." He says, as though he doesn't believe the last bit, and only says it to make me feel less guilty.

"I've broken my left arm. That's 'bout it really, a few minor cuts and bruises. Not much more than a decent hockey match." Kendall rambles.

"James?" I ask.

"Broken ribs, broken legs." He mumbles.

"So what's wrong with me?" I question.

I glance around, and find that James in looking at the floor, avoiding my eyes, Carlos is biting his lip and Kendall is playing with his hands- all avoiding my question. So I ask it again, but louder. "What's wrong with me?"

They all look at me, then look at each other, still avoiding my question. So I shout, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" I'm getting annoyed now, I want to move but I can't, alarms start going off, tears start falling, friends start leaving.

The doctor enters and helps me to calm down, I ask him.

"Your friends were reluctant to tell you, as your injuries are life changing. I'm afraid to say that you have five broken ribs, a broken arm, a fractured skull, and that the accident has left you paralyzed from the waist down." The doctor tells me. "You're lucky to be alive."

I don't agree with his last sentence. 'Lucky to be alive'- unlucky for me. All I wanted was to die.