Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 34

My eyes widen, and Merrick jumps forward.

"WHAT?!" He yells, and Spike leans his head on Logan's chest, then shakes his head solemnly.

"He's gone." He murmurs, and Merrick's eyes widen.

"No..." He mutters as he moves next to Logan.

I look down at Logan's closed eyes and his ghostly white face.

My breath is shaky, broken.

Merrick shakes his head, then shoves Spike out of the way.

He immediately presses down on Logan's chest hard, once, twice, three times, then leans down to send breath into his mouth.

I stand staring at him as he tries to give Logan CPR, pushing down on his chest again, then giving him another flow of air.

Cameron and Spike meet each other's eyes, then Cameron shakes his head.

"I'm gonna get some more bandages," he says as he walks towards the closet.

Suddenly the window shatters, and I shelter Logan with my body, blocking any glass.

Merrick stops CPR, looking up with wide eyes.

I look up, and my eyes widen.

"Cameron!" I shout when I see him lying on the floor, unmoving. Spike looks up, and his eyes widen.

"Cam...."

He runs over to him and rolls Cameron over. He falls back when he sees the bullet in Cameron's skull and the blood that starts to stain the floor.

Merrick takes a deep breath, and I bite my lip.

Goddammit.

I turn back to Merrick to see that he's started CPR again, breathing air into Logan's still form.

I can see the determination in Merrick's face, but I feel the pain in my chest.

He pushes a fourth time, and I frown sadly.

"Merrick, he's.....he's gone," I say sullenly, but Merrick shakes his head.

"NO, HE'S NOT! I...I can bring him back!" He shouts, frantically sending breath into Logan's lungs.

Logan lays still, no movement or sign of life.

I shake my head.

"Thomas, he's dead. Just-"

Then a small cough comes from Logan, and my eyes widen.

Merrick lets out a deep breath of relief, and Logan coughs again.

Groaning lightly, he slowly opens his eyes. Merrick stares down at him.

"Logan? You still with us?" He asks, and Logan blinks a little, then nods slightly.

He coughs again, blood dripping from his lip.

"What...what happened..." He whispers, his voice so quiet I almost can't hear it. Merrick shakes his head.

"Don't talk. It's okay, Logan. It's okay."

Logan closes his eyes with a nod, then flinches. His hand creeps back to his side, his fingers drawing back when he feels the blood.

My eyes widen.

"I still need to stitch him up," I say, and Merrick nods.

Picking up the suture, I look down at Logan and his already pained face.

"Sorry, kid," I mutter as I start to push the stitches through his skin. His fist clenches as he grits his teeth.

I finish stitching him up and step back.