Bittersweet Love

Chapter 28

Carlos's point of view:

'That can't be true!' Only this one thought is buzzing through my head as I look at Logan, who is lying in a hospital bed and looking pretty battered. There is a white bandage around his head, as well as his left arm, which is in a sling. He looks awful. And that's our fault …

"How are you feeling?" Kendall asks, worried. Logan groans. "Like I've been slammed into the boards nineteen times."

This comment makes us smile. It's quiet for a moment, then Kendall says in a serious voice, "We're really sorry, Logan. That's all our fault. We shouldn't have done that. It was a stupid idea."

Logan shakes his head and then grimaces in pain. "No, Kendall, your idea was great. Nobody could know that something like that would happen."

"But we should have known that Mr. Roberts can't be fooled. He's so …"

"Crazy," James ends my sentence. Logan sighs heavily. "How did he even find out?"

"This isn't the right time. You need rest and the answer could upset you too much. We're only here because we promised the doctor not to upset you and not to stay long," Kendall says evasively. Logan shakes his head helplessly and grimaces again. Then he suddenly asks, "Where's Camille?"

"She's outside. Together with Mom, Katie and Jo," Kendall explains.

"Could you get her? She's probably worried about me."

"You can assume that," James replies, leaving the room. Nobody says a word in the following minutes. Unobtrusively, I watch Logan. Now and then he rubs his left arm or his head. The pain seems really bad. I'm so sorry for him. He's always the one who gets hurt, no matter how. That's not fair! I feel tears in my eyes and try to dry them. Then there is a quick knock on the door and James comes in again, followed by Camille.

"We'll wait outside," Kendall mumbles, walking out with James and me. While James precedes, Kendall lays a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it gently. "Everything okay?" He asks in a whisper so that James doesn't notice. I shrug because I really have no idea.

Logan's point of view:

Worried, Camille rushes towards me and sits down next to me. Carefully she raises a hand and strokes my cheek lovingly. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," I reply, knowing she doesn't believe me.

"Why are you lying to me?"

I sigh. "Because I don't want you to worry so much about me."

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. Before she can say anything else, the door opens and a doctor enters the room. "So, Mr. Mitchell, how are you?"

"The pain is ... uncomfortable."

He nods understandingly. "You'll probably have to stay with us for a few days. After all, you have a concussion, a sprained arm, and a pretty heavy shoulder bruise."

I nod sullenly.

"If you want, I'll give you something against the pain so you can rest and get some sleep. You should rest as much as you can."

I nod in agreement and he hands me a few pills. After taking them, he says, "I'll check on you later."

"Okay."

He nods to me and then goes out. I look at Camille. "Will you come back later?"

She smiles and nods. "Of course."

Calming, I close my eyes and wait for the analgesic to work. After a short time, I feel the pain easing and the fatigue spreading in me. Camille kisses me on the cheek again and says softly, "See you later." She gently strokes my hair and then goes out. As she closes the door, I fall asleep.