Dinner was... productive.

My mother explained to my father and after a few suspenseful moments (real Italian drama-like) he accepted. Thes rest of the night was full with them asking Logan questions in broken english. I had to chuckle everytime they needed me to translate.

"Goodnight, babe." I kissed her, hard, before she walked out of my car.

"Night. Love you." She whispered, her beautiful breath against my lips.

"I love you too." Then we kissed again.

And again,

And again.

Our tongues together as one, hands roaming. If we didn't stop here we never would.

"I don't want to leave." She panted, her eyes still shut.

"I don't want you too, but..."

"I know. Night for real." I awkwardy half hugged her (constricted by my car) and she happily skipped into the house.

***Later that night, 4:30 AM; Kazuya's room.***

I unwillingly rolled out of my sleep, my phone lighting up and screaming at me to answer the call.

"Logan?" I mumbled staring at the phone before pressing the green button.

"Kazuya?" That wasn't Logan...

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, who is this?" I asked suddenly awake.

"This is Stevie, Logan's sister. I really hate to be telling you this on the phone..." She started.

"Oh my God, what happened to her!? Is she okay? Tell me she's okay!" The thoughts running through my mind, she was dead. Dying, missing. I was losing my Logan...

"I'll explain when you get here... Angelous Hospital on seventh." I hung up and ran out of the room, not seeing anything but getting to the hospital.

"Kazuya? Where ya headed?" Coach asked groggily, I couldn't think so all I said was 'Logan.'

***Angelous Hospital. ER entrance.***

"Kazuya!" Logan's sisters stood up upon seeing me run in, frantic.

"What happened to her!?" I panted.

"Sit." Stevie said, she was obviously calmer than Dillion.

"Please just tell me what happened! I'll sit later!"

"After Logan got home she went straight upstairs-" Stevie started.

"Dad was h-home." She hiccuped.

"Yeah, so just went to bed. Then Dillion and I heard something so we ran to her room, Kazuya, Logan had a seizure." I couldn't breath, seizures were nothing to kid about. She could die!

"How is she?" I breathed out, tears streaming down my face. I wasn't even going to try and stop them now.

"That's not all. Our dad found her before us, he was trying to strangle her. Screaming stuff like 'Get out!' and 'You're the reason she's dead!' He's in police custody. We're not getting Logan back now, Kazuya. But right now someone has to be with her. Room 1362." I had heard enough, I ran towards the room. Scrambling to find 1362.

I ran into the room, Logan laying on a bed. Her pale face illuminated with hospital lights. Tubes and wires hooked up to her frail and limp body.

"Oh my God, Logan." I approached her slowly. She stirred, her head turning towards me.

"Mm............... Ka...zu...ya?" She moaned in pain. I sat down on the bed and grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry."

"Do not apologize! Logan, why? How?" I couldn't think of words to say to her. I didn't know what to do other than just stay with her.

"I... still love.... you." SHe muttered shortly before falling asleep. I her cheek with the back of my hand until I fell asleep holidng her hand.