I'm miserable. I've had a cold all weekend. I have no brains left; they're in my tissues, which are in my trashcan.

"Logan!" Kendall called, walking into our shared bedroom.

"Whad d'ya want?" I moaned, my voice cracking just a little in the middle of the sentence. It really, really hurts my throat to do just about anything.

"I found something that might help you," he whispered as he walked in. Oh great, I thought. "It's a cough drop," he continued. "I've had one and it worked, but we though it might help you."

As long as it doesn't kill me... "Sure," I replied. Kendall handed me the cough drop. I put it in my mouth, and I immediately regretted it.

"EW! It tastes like lemons" I screamed. I then swallowed it. "There, happy?" I spat. "It's gone."

You wanna' guess what Kendall did after that? He laughed. I though he was choking at first, guess not...

"Logan, it's not a pill!" He laughed. "You have to suck on it 'till it's gone. No matter how bad it tastes!"

"Ew. Ugh. Gross." I groaned. I would have to suck on one of those fiery pills of death?!

"I'll go get another one," Kendall said, and he flew out of the bedroom to the kitchen to retrieve another cough drop. Why...

In order to not face my untimely death in the next few seconds, I had to think fast. There were three options for me. Option one, run away. Uh...no. Option two, pretend like I was asleep. Maybe... but the second Kendall or Mrs. Knight saw I was asleep , they would wake me up just to give it to me. Option three...ok, there was no option three. Great...

After only a few seconds of going over my pitiful options, Kendall came back into our bedroom holding my death sentence.

"Here you go, Logan," Kendall said, holding out the yellow sphere to me. "I know it might taste awful, but, just remember, this is all to make you better."

I nodded and took the little monster in my hand. Kendall sat down on the end of his bed, and smiled encouragingly at me.

"Be careful," I said sarcastically. "You might catch my sick germs. Then I would be the one forcing this down your throat.

Kendall laughed loudly at my weak joke, and that was all I needed. I popped the killer pill into my mouth and this time started sucking on it like it was some kind of sick lollipop, or something. Only it didn't taste sweet...not at all. It prickled and burned my mouth. I moaned a few times, both internal and external, and mentally cursed whoever invented these death traps.

After a little over twenty minutes, the killer was gone and I hacked up a storm for a good five minutes.

"Ugh," I spat. "I am never trying one of those things again."

Kendall just sat there, smiling mysteriously. Oh no, did the pill make me crazy or something. Ok, I already semi crazy, but still! "What?" I asked nervously.

"Logan..." he whispered. Oh no, that's never a good sign if Kendall whispers, and you don't know what it's about!

"WHAT?!" I demanded.

"You're not sniffling anymore."