Ok, for all of you who are thinking "She promised an Unlikely Suspects update three days ago!", I apologize, but my notebook, where I keep both my brain and my stories, is AWOL.

Much thanks to TealMoose for being the best beta ever. You should go read her story Romantic Heart.

I have Type 1 diabetes, a disease most of the country is misinformed about. Hopefully not only will you enjoy this, but learn something as well.

Kendall just reminded me – I don't own Big Time Rush.

The sheets crinkled and shifted as Kendall rolled over to come face to face with a blaring red 2:00am. The light illuminated his features as he blinked to get a clearer view. Kendall groaned and threw his hands over his eyes, attempting to rub away the tiredness that plagued him. It was two AM, and he really did not want to get up out of bed. In fact, that was probably last on his list of "Things to do". However, his dire need for a drink of water overruled his tiredness.

He heaved himself off of the cushioned mattress and threw back the blankets.

Crap. He had to pee.

Careful not to wake anyone else up, Kendall quietly placed his feet on the hard wood floor and padded along to the bathroom. About two or three minutes later, he finished with what he needed to do and scuffled back to his room, cringing when he heard the door creak, but satisfied when his roommate did as little as shift their position.

Kendall returned to his comfy bed, surprised by how soft the pillows suddenly were. How heavenly the blankets felt, as the heat enveloped him.

He was so tired.

After closing his eyes to the peaceful oblivion for what felt like two minutes, something wet dripped on to his face. Kendall brought his hand up to feel the liquid that was rolling down the edge of his jaw. He opened his eyes, only to shut them mere seconds after.

He slowly opened his eyes a bit, gradually opening them all the way until he was finally used to the bright yellow light. Squinting, he looked up. James was above him; hair already gelled and lucky tee already on, wringing a wet washcloth out over his face.

"What is that for?" Kendall sputtered, still trying to wake up while wiping away the water that dribbled down from his face and onto the pillows.

Before James had the chance to explain his actions, Logan came strolling into the room.

"Well, we have rehearsal in thirty minutes, so I told James to wake you up. I thought he would be slightly kinder about it though." He muttered the last few words, sending a warning glare to the smirking James.

Kendall looked at Logan like he was crazy. "Logan, we don't have rehearsal until 3:30pm. Go back to bed." He groaned, annoyed that they would wake him up like this.

James simply chuckled and reached for something on his bedside table. He held up Kendall's alarm clock. The numbers on the clock were plain and simple. Easy to read. But Kendall was in denial.

It was 2:55pm? No, it couldn't be right! He had only just fallen asleep a couple of minutes ago…

Logan looked at him closely and noticed the confusion on Kendall's face. His doctor instincts immediately kicked in.

"Are you getting sick? You seem kind of ill…"

Kendall smiled and brushed Logan's comment off, getting up out of bed to prove his clean bill of health."See? I'm fine; I just need some breakfast - and maybe some water. Actually, a lot of water. I am really thirsty."

After 5 glasses of water, and a semi filling breakfast, the boys of Big Time Rush were pulled up in front of Rocque Record in less than thirty minutes.

Kendall and the rest of the guys walked into the studio, lugging only their voices and water bottles in tow. The first thing that came into their view was Kelly, as she stood waiting for them. Mr. X followed soon after, his arms flailing in different X formations. Four groans could be clearly heard.

It was about twenty minutes into dance practice and; as Gustavo had apparently decided Logan shouldn't be the only one who could do a back flip, Kendall, James, and Carlos were repeatedly throwing themselves backwards at the floor as Mr. X muttered "x-pitiful."

While preparing to throw himself backwards in another attempt to do a back flip, Kendall suddenly staggered. The action had not gone unnoticed. Carlos looked over and saw him, a look of concern evident on his face.

"I'm fine," Kendall heard himself mutter, "just dizzy from the back flips."

He wasn't fine, though. Before he could even try to move his feet, a wave of nausea passed over him and he collapsed in a mound on the floor.

The music pounding through his ears came to a halt, and he could hear the thumping of feet as people rushed over to him.

He saw Carlos and James's heads spinning over him, and he felt a bump to the back of his head.

Suddenly he saw nothing but blackness.

This isn't up to my normal standard, but don't worry, it's just a prologue. Things will get better.