Logan

85. What Happened

*Logan's POV*

It was around 4am when my phone buzzed, I was hungover from prom but I still managed to answer.

All that went away when I heard the voice on the other line, they told me my sister was in the hospital. All I heard was the words surgery and broken, and I also somehow managed to find out which hospital and where.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was scrambling for my pills but they went all over the bed. I grabbed a few and shoved them into my pants pocket, forgoing everything else. I tried to call someone, but there was no answer. I was walking, but I didn't know where until I was trying to climb into Natalie's window.

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*Natalie's POV*

I was sleeping when I heard the crying coming from inside my room. I opened my eyes to blurriness, and upon blinking a few times, I saw a figure doubled over next to my nightstand. It was Logan, I recognized those boots from last night.

"Logan, what, why are you here?" My words were muffled, and I tried to sit up when he moved quickly and collapsed into my chest.

His sobs wracked his body and mine, and I almost reluctantly pulled him closer, "Shh, it's going to be alright, just try to breathe. Okay?" I could feel his tears against my neck, and I knew something was wrong. "What happened? Tell me what's wrong."

"Scarlet... she's..." he broke into another sob and my blood went cold, and I froze for a moment.

"Scarlet what? Come on Logan, breathe, okay? I need you to calm down so you can tell me what happened. Sit up." I pulled him off me and tried to get him to sit up. He sat up a bit and I handed him the glass of water on the nightstand. "Here, drink this. Tell me what happened."

He took a few sips and some deep breaths, and then put some space between us.

"I'm sorry, Natalie, for scaring you. Um, Scarlet is in the hospital, the same one you were in, there was a bus crash and she had some internal bleeding and she's in surgery. I thought you should know but I didn't realize where I was going and..."

"It's okay, we need to go." I got out of bed and pulled on a hoodie, and some leggings, and grabbed my bag and keys. Logan followed me, and wandered to the passenger side. I sent a few texts to Damien and Kellan, hopeful that he would get it in time. Logan was still sniffling beside me, and I rifled through my bag, "There should be some tissues in here."

He shakily took one and blew his nose, "Thanks, for taking me here. I would offer my car-"

"It's okay, she's my family too, Logan."

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*Whitney's POV*

Last night at prom, things were strange between me and Logan. I saw the way he looked at Natalie, and I couldn't help the fiery jealousy that spread through my body. What was the point in being with someone who clearly wanted to be with someone else? But I wanted to see where things would go with him, so I was willing to stay and fight for him. It was six a.m, and I heard my alarm go off. I checked my messages to see a few texts from Logan. His sister was in the hospital. Bus crash, and surgery was required.

I managed to get dressed quickly and headed out to the hospital. He needed me.

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When I walked through the hospital doors, I made quick movements around the nurses station, and I somehow wandered into the ICU waiting room. I looked around and saw no one, but I did see a few of the private waiting rooms and a voice.

"I wish you could see the look on my face, Natalie. I haven't heard you sing like that in months."

I rolled my eyes, and quickly walked into the room. Natalie put some space between them, sitting back while Logan sat frontward.

"Whit, babe, I thought you weren't coming over right away." He stood up, pulling me into an embrace. He buried his head in my neck and I looked over at Natalie. She seemed almost uncomfortable, and quickly pulled out her phone.

"I wanted to be here for you, I told Kellan and Damien."

Logan looked over to Natalie, "I forgot to tell Damien."

Natalie shook her head, "I messaged him right before we were coming here, he should be here soon."

Just then, Kellan walked into the room with Damien behind him, a visible mess. Damien's hair was disheveled, the jet black hair sleeked messily into a bun and his usual smile was replaced with a clenched jaw and hard expression. My father seemed timid, taking a few moments to even realize I was there. Damien and Logan grabbed each other in a hug, while my father fell to his knees to hold Natalie's arm, resting his forehead against her thigh.

"How is she?" Damien asked.

"Still in surgery," Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Nurses don't really know what's going on, they have a few traumas from the bus crash, and I haven't seen anyone in the waiting room. It was coming from California, so most of the victims' families are probably from there."

"Guys, it's going to be rough, but we're going to get through it." I offered my comfort, but Damien's head whipped around to see me.

"What are you doing here? This is family only." Damien's expression was angry, and I looked toward my father. He put his hand on Damien's shoulder, but before he could say anything my big mouth spoke for itself.

"Oh really? Why is Natalie even allowed in here? How is it she's accepted but I'm not?" As soon as the words fell off my lips, I knew I stepped in it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..."

Everyone went silent, and Natalie stood up. "I'll just go, really. It's fine, she's right." She pulled out some car keys and tried handing them to Logan, but he just shook his head, and placed the keys back in her hand.

"Don't go," Logan whispered.

"I'll be right back guys, I'm going to get some doughnuts." Natalie's voice clipped, turning into a whimper while she escaped past Damien, and disappeared from sight.

I felt all six eyes on me, anger, confusion, sadness, coming at me from three directions. It was overwhelming.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...I'm going to take a walk." I pushed past my father, his arm tried reaching for mine but I wrenched it away.

I felt awful for saying it, but the damage was done. I was trying not to let her magnetism get to me, but it was too late.