OKAY ARTISTS LISTEN UP
I GOT A COMMISION/CHALLENGE FOR ALL OF YOU

I want you guys to draw me as a crystal gem from Steven Universe

So here's kinda what I want :
Gem type - black phantom quartz
Gem location - upper middle chest
Looks - black hair, grey eyes, grey/silver-ish skin
Clothes - idk surprise me, preferably some type of dress and maybe some makeup idk, preferably pearl like outfit
You guys can choose my weapon but a bow or scythe would be cool

please and thank you
🖤🖤

TRIGGER WARNINGS : hospital setting, talks about what happened

Logan POV
"What do you mean something happened to Patton?" I asked lowly. A cold fear gripped my chest.

"He got shot Logan," Roman chocked our. "Jackson shot him. He attacked him, Emile and Evan."

Patton was shot.

Patton...was...shot...

My hand dropped and I dropped my phone. It banged against the floor but I barely heard it. Suddenly, I didn't feel like I was in control of my body.

I turned and started walking to the front door. I grabbed my keys off the table and walked outside. I got into my car and started it, doing all of this without really having to think about it.

But then adrenaline and panic kicked in and I quickly drove to the hospital. Tears started falling from my eyes and I had no clue over it.

Patton was shot. By Jackson.

There was a horrible painful feeling in my chest, mostly located around my heart.  There was so much emotional pain.  I was so scared.  I need to know that Patton is okay.

I ending up speeding half the way to the hospital, just desperate to get to Patton.  I pulled into the hospital parking lot. 

Practically throwing myself out of the car, I ran inside the hospital and to the front desk.  The nurse sitting there looked up.  She barely reacted, probably used to crying people rushing in here.

"Can I help you sir?"  She asked me.

"I'm here for Patton Emerson," I told her. More tears filled my eyes just by saying his name.

The nurse types away at the computer for a few seconds, her eyes quickly scanning the screen. She then turned to me with a sympathetic face.

"Mr. Emerson is in surgery right now in the emergency ward," The nurse told me. "Along with an Evan Lakewood, Emery Lambe and Emile Picani. It's my understanding that you know why these four are here."

"Yes, I am," I chocked out. Who is Emery Lambe? Why was he with Patton, Emile and Evan? 

"All family and friends of those four are in the second floor emergency lobby,"  She told me.  "I'll have someone take you there."

"Thank you very much,"  I thanked her, wiping a few of my tears away before seeing all my friends.  The nurse waved over another nurse and the two conversed for a few seconds. 

The new nurse than started walking away and waved for me to follow her.  I followed her into an empty elevator. 

"How do you know these four?"  She asked me, trying to break the awkward silence but only succeeding in making it more awkward.  "Police and news reporters are swarming all over this."

"Patton Emerson is my boyfriend,"  I told her.  "Evan Lakewood and Emile Picani are my friends.  I do not know who Emery Lambe nor why he was with them at the time of this."

"Well, I'm really sorry this happened,"  She told me softly. 

The elevator doors opened and she walked down a busy hallway.  A minute or so of walking later, we reached a large waiting room.  Most everyone was already there, it seems as if I'm the last to arrive.

Roman was sitting next to Remus, trying to comfort his brother.  Virgil next to Roman.  Remy had his face in his hands, Emile's parents sitting next to him.  Damien and a crying Quinn were next to Remus.  Evan's moms were sitting by themselves in the corner.

"What happened?"  I asked, getting everyone's attention. 

Roman cleared just throat and stood up.  He made me sit down next to him and then took a deep breath.

"Jackson attacked Patton, Emile and Evan,"  Roman told me.  "He pulled a gun on them and shot Patton in the chest.  He broke Emile's cheekbone with the gun itself and then caused Evan to have a horrible seizure.  And he shot this Emery guy who is Remy's cousin.  But, good news, Jackson was arrested."

I didn't react visibly on the outside.  But my mind was thinking many thoughts at the same time somehow.  Emery Lambe makes more sense now, therefore not important anymore.  Jackson being arrested is absolutely the best thing to happen. 

But Patton...  If he was shot in the chest, the chances of him living is not very high.  The bullet could have hit a lung and caused the lung to collapse and fill with blood.  The bullet could have hit his heart and instantly killed him.  The bullet could have hit a rib or his sternum and caused internal bleeding and pressure on his heart.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my mind.  I need to think about this logically.  As long as Patton is in surgery, there is a chance that he will live. 

Then three people I didn't recognize walked in with another nurse.  It was an elderly couple that looked wealthy along with someone my age.  He was wearing black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt.  He had a black scarf and large round sunglasses. Remy stood up and walked over to them.

"Remy, what's going on?" The woman asked.

"I don't know," Remy whispered, running a hand through his hair. "Emile and Emery are alive and okay but hurt."

"Where the hell is Emery?" The guy wearing all black asked.

"In surgery right now, a bullet did like...rip open his shoulder," Remy told them gently. But then he turned to the rest of us. "For those of you that don't know, these are my grandparents, Grace and Charles. Emery is my cousin and this is his boyfriend Anton."

People said 'hi' softly and out of respect. Remy sat back down, Anton, Grace and Charles following him. They talked with Emile's parents.

A doctor with a clipboard walking towards our group, the front of his scrubs covered completely in blood. My heart jumped in fear, wondering if that was Patton's blood.

"You all are the friends and family of Emile Picani, Evan Lakewood, Patton Emerson and Emery Lambe?" He asked, flipping through a couple of papers.

"Yeah, that's us," Roman answered for everyone.

"We managed to stabilize all four of them," The doctor said. "Patton Emerson received a bullet wound to the sternum but he's now stable and in a coma. Emile Picani just has a broken cheekbone which has made him temporarily mute. Evan Lakewood had multiple extremely bad grand mal seizures which caused him to break his collarbone, but we should be thankful he didn't break his neck. Emery Lambe just received a grazed wound in his shoulder."

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. They were all alive and okay. But Patton's in a coma now. Is this his own body's fault or is it a medically induced coma?

"Evan Lakewood, Emile Picanj and Emery Lambe are all awake if anyone would like to see them," The doctor said. "Patton Emerson will be in a medically induced coma for a few days to help his body recover but you may see him."

Most everyone stood up to go somewhere. Damien, Quinn and Remus went to Evan's room, along with Evan's mom. Remy and Emile's parents went to Emile's room. Anton, Grace and Charles went to Emery's room. Everyone else went home.

I slowly made my way to Patton's room. I pushed the door open and just about broke down into sobs when I saw Patton laying there.

He was hooked up to a heart monitor and a breathing machine, along with many other hospital equipment. His face looked pale and his hair was a mess. I wanted to gently smooth his hair back down but I didn't dare touch him.

I picked up a chair and sat it next to the hospital bed. I slipped my hand into Patton's and rubbed my fingers over his knuckles. His hand was cold.

Patton was deathly still and I didn't like it. I took a deep breath and leaned over a bit to press Patton's hand to my forehead.

For a good minute or so, everything was silent besides the continuous beeping of the heart monitor. I should've been there for Patton. I told him not to go out today, even though it was just worry over the virus.

But then the door opened again. I tried to wipe my tears away and looked up, expecting one of our friends. But Patton's parents stood there instead.