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any sort of plan? What are they going to do?” Logan asked in a hushed tone after a minute of silence passed between them. Mickey shrugged unenthusiastically.  
    “What can they do? She has no kidneys now.  At least none that are working. That damn machine is her kidney.”  Mickey pointed to the dialysis machine, a flash of anger crossing his face.
    “So, are we looking at a transplant this time?”  Logan knew that doctors had always said that would probably become a reality one day but they had spent years trying to prevent that.  
    “They put her on the list an hour ago.”  Mickey nodded his head and looked at Logan, catching his eyes.
    “Logan, she is so far down the list.  The machine can keep her alive so they don’t consider it urgent enough yet to move her to the top, or even very close to the top.  At least not close enough for me.”  Mickey began to ramble slightly until Logan cut him off.
    “What do you mean?  She has to stay hooked up to that machine permanently?  Live her life in this shitty hospital room?” Logan’s voice was now raised and Mickey glared at his son for the increase in volume.
    “It’s not the worst thing, Logan.” Laura said softly from the hospital bed, causing both men to spin around to look at her.  Neither had realized she had awakened and they both glanced at one another, unsure of how much of their conversation Laura had heard.
    “Mom!” Logan quickly reached the side of her bed and pulled a chair over to sit on so that he was more level with her. He cupped her small hand between his, leaning in and kissing her very gingerly on the cheek.  
    “How are you feeling?” He asked her, worry dripping from every word. Mickey rounded to the other side of her bed and gently brushed a few small hairs off her forehead.  
    “I’m fine, Logan.  Just decided to take a vacation.”  Laura let out a little chuckle, but quickly wheezed at the exertion.  Logan attempted a smile at her joke, knowing she was trying to ease his fears. She never wanted anyone to worry about her, which was ironic since her health concerns made that impossible.  
    “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready to head to New York? You have that big audition in the morning.”  She said to him, gently brushing the tips of her finger against his cheek lovingly.
    “Mom, don’t worry about that.  I’m not going.” Logan said, leaning against the bed and propping himself up on his elbows. Mickey looked down at his son, his eyebrows pushed together.
    “What do you mean you’re not going, Logan?” He said.
    “Logan, you have to go. I’ve been looking forward to hearing you tell me that they are going to give you a record deal and make you famous.”  Laura looked concerned even as she smiled at him.
    “Mom, none of that matters when you’re sick.  I need to be here.  Plus there is no guarantee that the audition will even lead to anything. You need me here.” Logan said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest, daring them to argue with him.  
    “Years of lessons and practice and you’re just not going to show up for the biggest day of your life? Because you want to help out here? You are our son, we should be helping you. It shouldn’t fucking be the other way around, damn it!” Mickey’s voice was almost at a shout and tears were brimming his eyes, threatening to spill.  
    Laura turned to her husband and placed a hand on his forearm, patting him gently to comfort him.  Logan’s jaw dropped and his hands fell to his lap. In his entire life, he had never once seen a tear in his father’s eye.  Not even when his mother first had the car accident. He was always composed, a man of few words.  He grumbled and cussed, but he didn’t yell or ever get emotional.  
    Mickey rubbed his temples with his hands and stormed out of the room leaving Logan with his mother.  Logan turned back to his mother with a stunned look on his face and yet she didn’t seem surprised at all, only