you like him \ logan henderson & big time rush

Chapter 48 - Amada

I was watching a movie with popcorn by my side when I got a phone call.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Amanda Jamison?" They asked.

"Yes..." I trailed off.

"We wanted to call and say your boyfriend, Logan, has been in an accident."

"What? Where is he?" I sprung up throwing popcorn everywhere.

"He is in the hospital, you can go to the front desk and tell the lady who you are to see and she'll let you go."

"Okay, thank you," I hung up.

I ran upstairs and threw on the first clothes I found. I didn't bother to add any make-up nor do my hair as I ran out of my house.

later at hospital

I finally drove up to the hospital and got parked to make my way to see Logan.

"I'm here to see Logan Henderson." I spoke the the lady at the front desk.

"Room one hundred two," she nodded.

"Thank you," I started fast walking to Logan's room.

My heart was pounding out of my chest as I raced down the hallways. I finally found room 102 and knocked softly. A doctor opened the door and allowed me inside.

I put my messy brown hair behind my ear an wiped a couple tears as I watched him lay silently sleeping on the bed. The doctor left the room and I sat in a chair next to the bed. His hands were at his sides and his eyes were shut along with his mouth, but he was breathing. I lay my hand on his softly and cried more. His eyes fluttered open softly and he smiled a small smile as he saw me through the small gap between his eyelids.

"Hi," I cried.

"Hi." his voice cracked a bit.

He intertwined our fingers the best he could and I stared at him. He had scratches and bruises almost anywhere visible, it was horrible. Suddenly the doctor walked back in.

"He is in no terribly severe issues, but if it wasn't for his thick jacket he could've been seriously hurt. All he has is some scratches and bruises that will heal, but he might have some scars and such," the doctor informed me.

"Thank you," I nodded.

"When will I be able to leave?" He tried to speak.

"At least one and a half weeks." The doctor replied.

"I'll be here." I smiled at Logan.

Logan smiled again and tried to grip my hand but was unable to move much.

"I love you," I looked at him.

"I love you too." he replied.