A/N: So, I've been away from writing for a good long while now, and this is a short series that's more of an exercise in writing quick one shots. It's really meant to get the juices going again. I have a crap load of ideas, and some stories that seriously need to be finished, so... Basic idea behind this series is to give the character(s) injuries I've actually had in my life time. That's a pretty long list, and don't think I can find cool ways to give the guys all my ouchies, so just going with the more interesting ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. If I did Kendall woulda had more time to choose between Lucy and Jo, and possibly actually gone out with Lucy before picking Jo (but I'm verging on ranting, so...)

About this specific injury. I'm starting with my newest injuries first. I actually did this the other day. Only I patched myself up...no Logan to do it for me, not that I would have let him help. It's one of those funky 1st/2nd degree burns, and is really almost 3" big. Bummer where it is too, since it's just a wee bit into my tattoo. What can I say, I'm very accident prone. Irony here is that I'm also allergic to adhesive, and I'm always in need of a band-aid.

"Hothothothothothot!" Carlos hissed in pain as the bottom of the sauce pan he'd intended to use for macaroni and cheese touched the inside of his left forearm; burning the tender flesh in a large section. Heated pain radiated from an almost three inch section of caramel colored skin. He hissed as he dropped the pan in the sink, staring at the angry red patch of skin. The design of the bottom of the pan was clear. Reaching for the faucet, he quickly flipped on the cold water and waited a few seconds for it to get a little bit colder before plunging his arm under the stream of water. He hissed a sigh as the cold water ran over the heated patch of skin, cooling the top layer of skin.

"What happened?" he heard Logan ask, as he shifted his weight and tried to figure out how long he needed to keep his arm under the running water.

"The pan was hotter than I thought," he cryptically explained; no longer enjoying the coolness of the water running over the burn. New pain filled his arm, as the skin around the angry red patch of flesh ached from being too cold.

"How in the world did you manage this?" Logan asked, grabbing the first aid kit from a nearby closet. Carlos didn't answer. Silently, Logan grabbed a clean towel, shut off the water and dabbed at the water dripping from his friend's arm. Carefully, Logan lead Carlos from the kitchen to the dining table. Pushing him down into a chair, Logan sat opposite him. Glancing over the wound, he could see it swelling and a blister wanting to form along the bottom edge. "This is going to hurt," he said quietly, opening the kit and grabbing a bottle of burn gel.

Uncapping the bottle, Logan turned it up side down and squeezed a large amount onto the burn. Tearing open a gauze package and pulling out the square piece of cotton, Logan smoothed the large glob of cream into a thick layer over the red patch marring Carlos' arm. Sighing lightly, Carlos relaxed his body and allowed his arm to rest more heavily in Logan's grasp. The burning sensation his arm had eased, not stopped.

"Don't take this off for a little while," Logan said, laying the gauze lightly over the layer of cream. Digging out a roll of medical tape, Logan carefully tapped the long edges of the cotton down to his friend's arm. "I'll help you clean this in a few hours. Then I'll treat it with something else and wrap it up. This could take a while to heal."

"Thanks, Logan," he said, taking his arm from Logan's grasp.

"Carlos?" he questioned the latino.

"Yeah?"

"How did you manage to do that?"

"I was going to make some mac and cheese. So, I sat the pan on the burner and turned it on. Then I went to get a box of mac and cheese, but we're out, so I turned off the burner and wanted to see if the pan'd had time to get hot or not...so I touched it to my arm," he explained, his face turning nearly as res as the burn mark on his arm in embarrassment. "Pretty stupid, huh?"

"Yeah, Carlos, it was," he agreed. "But I'm pretty sure you're the only person I know who would do something like that."

"I won't be doing THAT ever again!" He declared loudly, pointing an accusing finger at the pan handle sticking out of the sink.

FIN