Chapter One

Kendall Knight sat alone in the cold plastic chair, crying.

No, he wasn't just crying, he was sobbing. He was sobbing so hard that he was starting to get a headache. But you'd be sobbing too if you had put your friends into the hospital. He didn't know what happened; the last thing that he remembered before he blacked out was driving home from a party that Gustavo had thrown for them, in celebration for having released their first CD and it going Gold in the first week.

It was a great party and a great night; he had hung out with his friends and had a good time. He was even able to talk to Jo without making a fool of himself or being taken away by Gustavo's crazy bodyguard Freight Train. He even got her number. James and Carlos had started to crash after the massive amounts of sugar they had eaten had started to leave their system. It didn't surprise Kendall at all; they had been drinking soda and eating junk food all night long. Even the down-to-earth and follower-of-the-rules Logan was starting to crash.

He knew how to party when he wanted to, but he also knew his limits. He was the one that suggested for them to go home so they could get a good night's sleep before it got to too late. It was kind of late for that actually, since it was past 1:00, but Kendall didn't feel that he was tired, so he offered to drive home. He didn't realize how tired he was until he was halfway home. He started to yawn continuously and felt his head starting to drop from time to time. His friends were in the backseat, already snoring loudly and he was starting to feel envious.

The next thing Kendall knew, everything had turned black, and when he woke up, he was being treated by some doctors while he was looking up at the white ceiling. He tried to ask what was going on, but the doctors worked so fast they were out of the room in seconds. Kendall had checked his arms and legs and then went over to the small mirror that was over the sink in the room that he was in. He had a small cut on his cheek that was covered with a bandage and a small bruise above his eyebrow.

Confused, he left the room and looked around, seeing doctors and nurses rushing back and forth down the same hallway, not noticing that he was standing there. He was jostled a few times and noticed that there was some blood on a few of their scrubs.

"Excuse me?" he tried to get a doctor's attention but they moved right by him. "What's going on?" he tried again, but was still annoyed. He started to walk down the hallway, determined to find answers, butt eh answers came to him.

"Kendall Knight left the accident with a couple of scrapes and a bruise," a nurse was saying to the doctor down the hall. "But his friends weren't so lucky." She heaved a heavy sigh and looked older than her years, a combination of stress and of worrying about the teenage boys. "James Diamond is unconscious, but his body is responding to what we're doing for him. He has a broken arm, some broken ribs, and a sprain ankle." She let out another sigh, shaking her head. "Logan Mitchell and Carlos Garcia are both in comas; we're not sure about the extent of their injuries. "

"Thanks for telling me, Nurse Michaels." The doctor replied as she heaved a weary sigh himself. "What we should do is…"

Kendall couldn't hear what the doctor had said. There seemed to be a roaring in his ears, he felt dizzy, and sick. Thankfully he collapsed into the chair behind him, seconds before the tears came.

And that's where he was now, sitting on that plastic chair, knees drawn up to his chest to hide his face. And the only thing that was going through his head was:

Why did this have to happen?

A/N: Short first chapter to give you guys a taste. There is no OCs in this except for the doctors and nurses and other patients. I got the inspiration for this from Miss. Fenway's story Little Hollow. So this story is dedicated to her. I hope you like it.

-Riley