Life Hurts but Heals

Chapter 5- My New Friend

I stare at Logan in the cold, scary ambulance. I never thought that I would be going to the hospital this many times in a week. I sit there and shake in the cold wind as I cross my arms around my waist. My jacket and hood can only go so far.
"Miss, you're the patient's sister, correct?" asks a male doctor.
I nod my head hastily.
"Will you wait outside? And I just want to say I'm sorry. I know you just got out of the hospital, then your younger brother, now you're older brother. You seem nice, and I don't think you deserve this. Just, if you need anything, call me. Here's my number. My name is Peeta Mellark," he says.
He hands me a small piece of paper with his number on it. I nod, take the piece of paper and return to my original position.
What has happened to him now? Why
Logan? What did he do? Please don't take him. He's the last bit of family I have.
After I sit there and argue with myself, he turns to me, "I wish you the best of luck."
I snap myself back into reality and follow him. He leads me and the other doctors that are pushing Logan's bed. Please be okay.
They try their best to hurry as fast as they can to hook him up to the heart monitor to tell us if he'll live.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Well," Peeta replies, "he cut his right side pretty bad. It's from the bottom of rib cage to the bottom of his thigh. The same place where you got cut."
I stare at him, then the floor.
Why? Did he do it because he wanted to feel the same pain as me? Did he just want me to feel the worry and hurt he's been feeing lately? I don't know, but I need answers... fast.
Peeta tries to find my eyes, "You okay?"
I nod. A tear drips down from my chin. He goes to hug me, but I get there first. I wrap my arms around his neck. He hugs me back, but it's soft and around my back. It feels like he's touching a very fragile vase that will break if he touches it.
I wipe my face with my palms. He stares into my eyes and turns back to Logan. Then, I remember that Peeta wanted me to wait in the lobby. So, I make my way out with my arms crossed.
"Where are you going?" questions Peeta.
I reply, "You told me to wait in the lobby, remember?"
"You can stay now, I mean, if you want to."
"Al-alright."
I sit in the chair in the corner closest to the heater and window. I look down at the people walking below, and it gives me the creeps.
I pull my sleeves over my hands because a chill went down my spine. My fingers are where you can see them, but my hands are hiding. My grey jacket makes me feel safe and comfortable because it was a hand-me-down from my mother, to Rue, now to me. It's the most valuable piece of clothing I have.
I yawn. Sleeping on a rock for about four hours isn't the most comfortable sleep in the world, but at least I was able to sleep last night. I fold up the arm rests on the chair and lean on the slanted surface above the heater. I lay there for about 10 minutes and fall asleep.
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I wake up to Peeta slightly shaking my shoulders.
"Ms. Samuels, your brother..." he says.
"What? What's wrong now?" I ask frightened.
"See for yourself..."
I run to the side of the bed and say, "Logan..."
No response. I stare at him with my eyes watering, and. I mouth, "Logan."
I start to punch the wall again, but I hear a cracking voice.
"Hey Jordyn," he says, "I'm okay..."
I cry and smile at the same time. I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.
I smile and look at Peeta. He's staring at his shoes like he wants to ask or tell someone something, but I don't want to know right now.
"This is my friend, Dr. Peeta Mellark," I say.