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After Logan went quiet in Trent’s backyard, Jeanie ran to him and started crying. She was high, and at first she thought he was dead and started wailing over him. She screamed “He’s DEAD! YOU KILLED MY BABY BOY!” at Trent, who was also high and panicked until he saw that the kid was still breathing.
After that, it was a rush of picking him up and taking him inside. Neither of them knew what to do so they put him in the bathtub, face down, and used the shower head to spray cold water all over his back to wake him up and his butt to cool it down and wash him off.
The toddler woke up screaming as blood and water circled the drain. It reverberated off of the tub and made the tiny bathroom seem even smaller. He was disoriented and scared to find himself against and surrounded by plastic. He frogged his legs to get up and it hurt so badly that he froze in place, the open wounds on his butt stretching and bleeding.
Jeanie was panicked and yelling and screaming as much as Logan was. Trent was the calmest one and tugged on Logan’s ankles to straighten his legs out and lessen the strain on his injuries. He kept the cool water on Logan’s butt and whacked Jeanie in the shoulder when she wouldn’t stop freaking out and yelling at him.
“He’s scared, Jeanie. Calm him down for fuck’s sake. We’ve got to make him feel better or he’s going to have to go to the hospital.”
Logan definitely needed to go to the hospital. They definitely weren’t going to take him.
What followed was a long, cold, painful, and emotionally horrific day for Logan. He couldn’t change position because it hurt too much. Jeanie and Trent seemed to think that if they kept showering his ass in cold water, that it would magically heal and he would be alright. A few times, the water rose in the tub so much that it touched Logan’s mouth and nose where he was face-down in the tub. Jeanie only noticed because he struggled to move his head.
Logan was shivering and his teeth were chattering and his skin was cold to the touch. He was naked from the waist down and his shirt was soaking wet.
Despite his discomfort, Trent and Jeanie wouldn’t let him come out from under the cold water for over an hour. They wanted to keep inflammation down and kept worrying about if he was going to scar or not. Jeanie didn’t want Hoss to see.
By the time they became concerned about the temperature, Logan wasn’t shivering but had stopped moving so much. When Trent picked him up, Logan’s entire body was wet and cold.
Trent told Jeanie to take off Logan’s shirt, so she did. He was like a limp doll in Trent’s arms and it took her a little to manipulate it off of him.
“He doesn’t look so good, Jeanie.”
“FUCK. I know. Fuck, I know, okay?!? Hoss is going to kill me.”
“You’ve got to take him and go.” Trent didn’t say it, but he didn’t want Logan to die on his property. The kid wasn’t looking good. Maybe they shouldn’t have kept him in the cold water.
“What?”
“You can’t stay here, you’ve got to leave.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now??” Jeanie’s whole body was shaking from nerves and stress and from what she took. She didn’t fight Trent any. “Put him in the back of the car.”
“Get a blanket to put on top of him. He’s freezing.” Trent carried Logan to Jeanie’s car and laid him down on the back seat. He couldn’t fully stretch out Logan’s body because of the car seat in the back. Logan’s neck had to go at an angle and his legs had to get flexed, which made Logan whimper. They were the first sounds he’d made in almost an hour.
After Trent retreated from the car, Jeanie leaned in and covered Logan’s body with a big, fuzzy blanket. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, trying to comfort him for the first time today.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to get you to the doctor.”
Jeanie texted Hoss that she had to go help take care of her sister as she backed out of the driveway. She said that Mandy needed help with childcare for a few days and she’d be back when she could.
Then, instead of taking Logan to the hospital, Jeanie started on the hour-long drive to Mandy’s house. Her common-law husband was a kennel worker at a veterinary hospital. He’d know what to do.