Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel by Sarah Robinson Page A

to stand next to Logan facing the doctor. Rock and Charlie appeared behind him and hovered in the doorway, arms across their chests, looking like body guards ready to protect and defend.
    “I want them to test my blood, see if I am a match to donate a kidney to Mom. Doc here doesn’t think it’s a good idea because I could in thirty years be in the same predicament.” Logan told him as he gestured to his mother still asleep. The pain medications she had been given not to long before that had a strong sedative effect.
    “Test mine too.” Dylan said, staring down the doctor and daring him to refuse. The doctor sighed and raised his hands in defeat. Rock and Charlie traded glances then stepped further into the room.  
    “Alright, we will test you both. However, if one of you is a match, we will need to discuss the long term consequences. You’re both young, healthy men right now and this could change that.” The doctor warned, looking sideways at the two hulking men who were now joining Dylan and Logan.
    “I understand.” Dylan said simply, as if it was not a big deal at all.
    “Me too.” Logan chimed in.
    “I do, too.” Rock said, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder in solidarity.
    “Same here.” Charlie spoke up.
    “All four of you want to be tested?” An incredulous look on the doctor’s face. Logan looked to his left and Dylan nodded his head at him, he then looked to his right and saw the determined looks on Charlie and Rock’s faces.
    “It looks like it.” Logan told the doctor.
    “Alright, I will send a nurse in to draw your blood in a moment.  Just sit tight.” With that final instruction, the doctor walked out of the hospital room, shaking his head in frustration.  
    “Do you mean this, guys? You don’t have to do this. None of you. She’s not your mom, this should be my responsibility.” Logan said, rubbing the back of his neck and scrunching his eyebrows together as he looked from one friend to another.
    “Okay, first of all, the fuck she’s not. That woman raised me a lot more than any other woman on this planet. Do you know where the fuck my mother is?” Dylan asked him. Logan chuckled and shook his head, knowing that Dylan’s mother had been in prison for years. They tried to joke about it a lot but mostly because it didn’t seem like Dylan was ever ready to talk about it.
    “Yeah, exactly. That’s what I thought. So, then second, fuck yeah if you are a match that kidney is coming out of your gut, not mine. You can take that to the bank, kid.” Dylan grinned and punched Logan softly on the left side of his chest.
    “Hell yeah, I agree with Dylan, and have you ever had your momma’s shepherd’s pie? Yeah, I’d give a lot more than one damn kidney to keep having that for the rest of my life.” Rock smiled from ear to ear and squeezed Logan’s shoulder as he started walking out of the room.
    “What do I need two kidney’s for anyway? It’s not like you bastards don’t always make me the fucking designated driver anyway, so I’m certainly not using my kidney as much as your piss drunk asses. I spend half my night waiting for you jackasses to piss and the other half trying to get your stumbling ass in the car.”  Charlie jabbed at his friend, giggling.
    All four men started laughing hard and then realized that they were still very close to his mother, so they crept out of the room to wait in the hallway. Logan’s phone immediately began buzzing the moment he had stepped out and he quickly scooped it out of his pocket to answer it.
    “Hello?”
    “Mr. Clay? This is Garrett Vile calling from New York New Music. You left so quickly yesterday that I didn’t get to hear your answer.” Garrett said over the phone.
    “My answer to what?” Logan scratched his brain but couldn’t recall whatever Garrett was referring to.
    “The record contract, of course. Didn’t Gina go over it with you?” Garrett sounded a bit irritated now.
    “Oh, no. I didn’t give her the