I do not own Big Time Rush
So I know I took it down and now I just put it back up, I just wanted to edit it and actually have someone beta it and that it is kinda decent. Well I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for all the reviews that I had on this story before I took it down:) Reviews are Amazing if you wanna leave one:)
Italics are Logan's thoughts
I would like to give a shout out to yaoichick20, she beta this story and I think she did an Amazing job! Thank you so much :)
Kendall woke up in excruciating pain. His head was pounding in his skull, making every movement a painful shock through his brain. His stomach was doing thousands of loop-de-loops, making him want to hurl on his own bed. He had been feeling run down the last few days and knew something was about to hit him, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. He hoped it would just be a simple cold but right now he felt like he could die with this killer headache.
Kendall let out a groan as he hesitantly pushed his aching body out of his warm bed. He was shaking as he slowly made his way out of his room with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
Instead of finding his friends, he found a note on the kitchen table that was written in a neon yellow color attracting his attention but making his headache worse by looking at the bright color. Kendall cautiously made his way over to the table and sank down into the hard uncomfortable chair attempting to read the note that was written by Logan.
Hey Kendall,
Its 8:30 and you are still sleeping. Your mom and Katie went to Minnesota for some family thing. I think it had to do with a surprise party for your grandma and she forgot about it and flew out with Katie this morning. She said she will be back in about a week; she and Katie wanted to visit with friends and other family back in Minnesota. Gustavo gave us the day off. I am at the library, James is at the park, and Carlos will be at the pool. We will be home around 4:30. Have a nice day off.
- - Logan
Kendall let out a sigh of relief to find that he had the day off from work. He was feeling too sick to even make it over to the couch, which was only a few feet away. Kendall laid his aching head on the table, wrapping the warm fuzzy blanket around his slim body trying to control the shivers that wracked his figure. He finally decided that it would be in his best interest to try to make it over to the couch. He hoped that some of his aches would be relieved if he lay down.
Soft whimpers escaped his mouth. He curled up in the smallest ball he could as tears started to run down his pale face. He rubbed his stomach that was cramping terribly at this point. His whole body felt achy and he almost felt like he had the flu. He had only had it once, but he knew this was much worse than that. He had a killer headache, his stomach wanted to expel everything that was invading it, and he felt so exhausted he thought if he moved he would have no energy left.
Kendall wanted Logan. He was tempted to call Logan and ask him to come home and take care of him. He also knew that was a sign of weakness. He was a Knight. A Knight's never showed weakness. Ever since his dad left he felt like he had to be the man of the house. He had to take care of mom and Katie and had to make money for his family. He never wanted to let his friends or family down after his dad walked out on them and if he showed weakness he felt that was what he was doing. Even if he wanted to call Logan, he was too tired to even get up to grab the phone nd call him. Kendall decided not to call his smart friend for help and suffer for the day; at least he wasn't showing any weakness to his friends.
Kendall felt his stomach churn. He tried to ignore it and curled up into a smaller ball. That was a bad idea; the pain only got worse. He slowly felt the bile creep up his throat. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom, his long legs making the journey quick. He collapsed on his knees and hugged the toilet with his long arms. He felt another painful wave of nausea. He soon emptied what little food he had in his stomach.
Once Kendall finished expelling last night's dinner into the porcelain toilet he hesitantly pushed himself into a standing position. His legs shook under him, threatening to collapse. He gripped the sink and washed his face clean from puke remnants. He slowly made his way into his and James' room again, crawling under the thick warm blankets in his bed; quickly falling asleep.
Kendall woke up again hours later, feeling incredibly worse; his head pounding in his skull making it hard to think straight. The light streaming through the window didn't help his aching head either. His body felt so achy and weak. He felt like he could sleep until next week, but his churning tummy wouldn't let him. Kendall shivered under the thick pile of blankets. He felt like he was back in Minnesota when it was 30 degree out. He let out a soft whimper when a violent tremor wracked his aching body. He wrapped up in the warm fuzzy blanket and covered his head from the sunlight that was streaming in through the window.
He hoped if he just lay there, the nausea would go away. Again, he was wrong; he felt the bile quickly rise up his raw throat. A soft whimper came from his mouth, knowing what was going to happen and knowing he didn't have the time or energy to make it to the bathroom. Instead, he mustered up all the strength he could find in his weakened body and leaned over the bed.
Puke poured out of his mouth and landed on the hard wood floor in his bed room as tears feel down his face . When he finally finished, he went into a painful hacking coughing fit, the horrible cough erupted from his sore throat putting him in more pain than ever. He felt too tired and exhausted to clean up the puke mess, he also did not want the stench of the puke to make him hurl all over again. So instead he dragged his aching body out of his room and moved across the hall into Logan's bed. He knew Logan wouldn't care, or he hoped not. Kendall soon fell asleep with his aching tummy still churning.
The worst part of being sick for Kendall was that he always got a horrible cough with whatever illness he had and the cough would last for a month after he was feeling better. This is why Kendall sat in Logan's bed holding his chest, going through another painful hacking cough. It had to be at least the 20th coughing fit in the last hour. His throat burned, his lungs ached, and the worst of all was his headache. It pounded in his skull like a migraine. He hoped Logan would be home soon to give him some medicine or something to help his aching head. He hoped if he fell asleep again he would feel a little bit better and maybe be presentable to his friends without them worrying about him.
"Kendall, I'm home," Logan's voice rang through apartment 2J. It was dead quiet, making his voice sound louder to him. Logan got suspicious; he wondered what the tall blond did all day. He hadn't seen him at all outside and he couldn't drive. He looked on the counter and saw no note so he had to be somewhere around here. Logan than heard a hacking coming from his and Carlos' room. He slowly made his way toward the room. It was dark; the only light you could see was the sunlight streaming through the semi-opened curtains. Logan scanned the room noticing Kendall sitting on his bed. When he coughed, it sounded like he was trying to hack up a lung or something. Once Kendall finished with the horrible coughing, Logan clicked on the light that was on his night stand making Kendall wince in pain.
"Kendall," Logan gasped out. He evaluated Kendall; his face was really pale, beads of sweat dripped off of him, he shivered uncontrollably, there were dark bags under his eyes, and vomit on his bed. "You're sick."
"I'm fine, Logie," Kendall stated. His voice sounded raspy from all the coughing and puking. He was too stubborn to admit that he was sick. Even though earlier in the day he wished for his smart friend to come home, he now just wished he was alone to cough and puke on his own. He always thought he was going to finally change his stubborn streak and let his friends help him when he was ill, but it always went the same way. He never let his friends help. He kind of knew why, he always thought he was ready to change, but when they find out he is sick they always baby him too much. He absolutely hated it when his friends babied him. Just because he was the youngest didn't mean that he needed to be watched over all the time, he was the unofficial leader of the small group. He couldn't have them looking after him, it should be the other way around.
"Come on, get out of that bed," Logan said sternly. Kendall was soaked in his own sweat as well as his blankets, and the stench of vomit in the room was making Logan want to hurl. Logan grabbed Kendall's arm and pulled him so he was standing and he swayed.
"Mmm. Logie," Kendall whimpered out as he buried his head in Logan's hair. At that moment the tall blond felt the bile in his throat and coming up.
Kendall was puking again and shaking like a leaf. Logan rubbed his back until he finished. Once he finished, he collapsed on his bed again panting, trying to get his breath back.
"Oh buddy, come on, let's get you to the living room," Logan said sympathetically as he pulled the tall blond up on his feet again and dragged him out into the bright living room.
"Logie, it's too bright," Kendall whimpered as he buried his face in Logan's hair again, blocking out the light.
"I know buddy, just wait," Logan said as he got Kendall to the couch and had him lay down. Logan quickly made his way to the windows and shut the blinds.
"Thanks, Logie," Kendall said as he started to get comfy on the couch.
"How do you feel buddy?" Logan asked as he sat on the couch; running his hand through Kendall's sweat soaked hair.
"Been better," Kendall rasped out as he looked away from Logan. He knew Logan was analyzing him, trying to find out how he was feeling and what his symptoms were and all those other questions doctors ask.
"How long have you been sick for?" Logan asked.
"Umm… Since I woke up this morning at 9," Kendall mumbled, not having enough energy to lie to his friend.
"Kendall…" Logan trailed off. "You should have called me," Logan said after thinking quietly for a moment.
"I know, but we had the day off. I didn't want to ruin yours," Kendall said, not wanting his friend to be stuck with him while he was puking his guts out.
"Kendall, I could care less if you ruined my day off because you're sick," Logan said, thinking how in the world can Kendall be so selfless?
"I'm sorry, Logie. I know I should have," Kendall said as he looked down at his stomach, trying to avoid eye contact.
"It's fine. Just remember it if it happens again, and I hope it doesn't, to come and get me or someone to take care of you," Logan said as he looked at the sick boy. Kendall let out a weak nod and slowly fell asleep on the warm couch with his best friend looking after him.