Hello and welcome to my story. I would like to kick things off by saying thank you for clicking on it. I would absolutely love if you would give me some feedback on what is going on in the story. In case you could not tell, this is a crossover story between House M.D. and Big Time Rush. I will say this, don't expect there to be a lot of explanation for the illness at hand. I am not a doctor nor do I plan on being one any time soon but going in the same vein as the show House I will focus more on the interactions between characters.

Right now I'm leaning towards Logan being the most focused on character from Big Time Rush and House and Wilson being the obvious choices from the show House. If anyone would like to give me their input on who they feel should be focused on I'd be more than happy to listen, especially if you have a good reason. I'll always listen but I can't guarantee that you will change my mind.

And finally even though it won't make any difference, I don't own this story not even any of the characters.

"Man, that was a great concert," Kendall said as he walked into the green room with the rest of the band, Big Time Rush, behind him. It had been a good performance and a really energetic crowd. "I think it might just be safe to say that that was our best performance yet," He said as he flopped onto the couch.

"You know it was!" Carlos screamed as he bounced into the room right behind James and Logan. "Did you see those two girls in the front row? They were hot. Logan, do you think we could get them to double with us?" The hyper Latino practically screamed at the brains of their whole group.

Logan looked at his friend with something akin to a mixture of exhaustion and a lack of care, "I don't think that's a good idea, Carlos. Do you remember what happened last time you brought a fan back here?" Logan watched his friend as he spoke; wanting to make sure he heard and understood him. When there was no answer Logan let out a sigh, as he moved to sit on the couch next to Kendall, and explained, "Last time you brought a girl from the crowd back here she wound up screaming the whole time, sneaked onto the tour bus, tried to hide in Kendall's bunk, and stole my underwear," Logan began to rub his eyes as if trying to rid himself of his exhaustion. "I don't think I'd like to go through that again."

"What are the odds that that'll happen again?" Carlos asked with an innocent expression, making Logan let out a heavy sigh. Carlos knew what that meant and decided to change his target, "James, how about you?" He asked as he turned to his friend who was even now looking in the mirror to make sure his hair was just right.

"Yeah, man," James said as he turned to look at the three others in the room. "There's always more to love and plenty of girls to love a face this handsome," he said as he brought his hands up close to his face and then brought them down wiggling his fingers as he did so, just like he always did. "So, which two girls were you talking about? Was it the two in seats four and five, one of the ones in seats seven through nine, or the two in seats twenty and twenty-one?" James said as he leaned against the wall with the mirror on it.

"How do you only have a C in math if you can memorize numbers like that," Kendall asked as he let out a laugh. "You can always remember a girl's number like that, or at least most of the time you can, but you never use that to help you with your homework," He said as he shook his head back and forth, still chuckling.

"Because that's not nearly as important as the ladies," James said with a waggle of his eyebrow. "And besides, math from class just doesn't seem to stick the same way phone numbers do. Not a clue why," He finished, laughing along with his friends. Looking back in the mirror to make a few adjustments to his hair, James noticed something in the reflection. "Kendall, is your nose bleeding?"

Kendall brought his hand to his upper lip and felt a hot gooey liquid, "I guess I am. I don't remember getting hit or anything. I wonder what happened." As he spoke he pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, just like he had always been told to do when he got a nose bleed from playing hockey. "It's not too bad," He said with a wave of his hand.

"How many times have I told you guys," Logan said with another sigh. "You don't tilt your head back. That's actually much worse. you could wind up having blood clot in your throat and choke yourself." Getting up from the couch he walked over to a box of Kleenexes, he took a couple and handed them to Kendall. "Hold these to your nose and look down." Logan continued to watch, with Carlos hovering over his shoulder so he could get a better look, Kendall to make sure he was alright.

"Oh my God, what happened," Mrs. Knight said as she came into the room with Katie right beside her, both had the same look of horror and a cup of coffee in hand.

"Kendall got a nose bleed but it doesn't look too bad," Carlos said without turning away from Kendall.

"No, she means why is James passed out on the floor?" Katie said as both she and her mother were kneeling down next to James to see if he was alright.

Everyone, including Kendall who dropped the tissue he was holding to his nose, rushed to join Katie and Mrs. Knight on the floor. "We're going to need to call the hospital," Logan said as he pulled out his cell phone and began to dial nine-one-one. Trying to make sure that he was okay, Mrs. Knight took James's head in her lap as she gently said his name, hoping beyond hope that he would be alright.