A/N- Hey, guys! BrittSmiles4BTR here! And I am so excited because, recently, I haven't been writing a lot of writing. But this piece was writing as a part of a challenge. I call it, the Sick Fic Challenge. I was really excited to hear about this! Anyone is welcome to participate, check it out! Here's the link: topic/153090/148734471/1/Possible-Challenge-Idea. Good luck!

So now, on with the show! I proudly present:

Ticked Off: the Battle Within

Chapter One

Even Bat-Man Gets Sick

Logan was snoring. Quite loudly at that. That was all Logan could get his mind to focus on as he was pulled from his sleepy state. It was a rare occasion to actually snore himself awake, and he would have found it funny had he not been so tired.

He had a headache. It was weighing on his mind, making it hard for him to fall back to sleep. On any other occasion, Logan wouldn't have spared the mere throbbing in his skull anything more than a passing glance. But that headache was different. It was on the right side of his face, mainly surrounding his eye and temple. It was by far the strangest headache he had ever felt in his life.

Maybe he slept on it weird? But that couldn't be right, because he woke up with the left side of his face in the pillow. He didn't know what had caused the pain, but he did know that it hurt. Badly.

Logan turned over in his bed to look at his clock. It's only 7:02. He thought groggily. As he turned over in his bed to go back to sleep, the time replayed in his mind, almost urging him to wake up, but he didn't understand why. The realization struck him like his math textbook being dropped onto his stomach and he shot out of bed. "I overslept!" He threw back his covers and scrambled out of bed. He didn't even bother to get dressed.

As he dashed down the hall, he banged on all the doors in the apartment. He could only assume that if he had overslept, they all would have had to. And they all knew what a nightmare it was getting Carlos ready. He skidded to a stop at the end of the hall, and what he saw made his heart drop to his stomach. His friends were casually sitting at the table, just eating their breakfast. Like nothing waswrong!

Kendall was the first to look up. He smiled. "Hey bud!" He got up to greet Logan.

Carlos and James followed closely. "Did you sleep well?" They asked in unison, taking one of Logan's arms and guiding him over to the table.

Logan shook his head to clear it. "Why didn't anyone wake me? Are we not having rehearsals today?"

"No, we are. You're not." James said, sitting him down in his chair. Carlos patted his shoulder before he sat down beside him.

Logan glared at him. "Don't be silly. We're going to be late for rehearsal!"

Kendall hissed sympathetically. "Yeah, about that. You're not going to rehearsal today." He said slowly.

"But why?"

"Because you're sick." James said.

Logan glared harder. "No I'm not." He persisted, despite his throbbing head and his fatigue presence.

The previous statement ignited another fight between the band of brothers. Kendall attempted to mitigate, but they were escalating to the point to which he couldn't hear his own thoughts, and their voices were clashing together over his, making him certain that they couldn't either. At the rate they were fighting, he feared that they would interrupt Katie's beauty sleep... or worse, wake Mama Knight.

"Okay!" Kendall yelled over his friends' bickering. The boys fell silent. "Fine, if you're not a sick as we think you are, then we'll go to rehearsal." James and Carlos looked ready to object, and they would have had Kendall not put his hands up to silence them once more. "But, you have to finish your breakfast and keep it down." Kendall said with a triumphant grin.

"But... B-But-?" Logan stammered, but Kendall eyed him quizzically. Logan shut his mouth and slumped in his chair. He used his cool hand to cover the aching parts of his face. Why was there always a catch with Kendall?

Logan's chances of going to rehearsal that morning were visibly slipping through his fingers. All he had to do was finish a piece of toast. Toast. His favorite food in the world. He had only taken a nibble off the side and the bread was already attacking his stomach. He felt as if his insides were being ripped apart.

James and Kendall exchanged worried glances with one another. As Logan pushed his plate away, they stood. "Come on, bud." Kendall encouraged gently.

Logan looked up, his body full of an indignant feeling. With a sigh, Logan stood and allowed himself to be led back down the hall. Logan never felt more humiliated in his life, well except for that time when they put that sign on his back that said "fart on me"... But that was different, they were kids back then. Logan hated being sick; he already felt small, nerdy and helpless with poor hand-eye coordination. He didn't like showing his friends he was weak, as well.

Logan felt more like a prisoner being led to his cell rather than just a regular guy being brought back to his room. Carlos opened the door and they ushered him in. James pulled back the covers and Kendall helped ease him back into bed. Logan put up a bit of a fuss, but he was feeling too weak to do much. "Guys, really, I'm fine!"

Kendall sighed, and the three of them sat on Logan's bed. "Tell us the truth. How bad are you feeling?"

Logan looked away sheepishly. "It's just a headache."

"And you slept through four alarms. You never sleep through your alarms unless you're sick." James patted his shoulder.

Logan shrugged. "So I was tired."

"Then you didn't eat breakfast." Carlos argued.

"I wasn't hungry."

"Buddy, if you can't eat a piece of toast without feeling like you're about to throw up, you're sick. Just face it, you are sick." Kendall stated.

Logan opened his mouth to assure his friends that he was fine, but he faltered under their warning glares. "Maybe a little." He admitted, scrunching up the side of his face. "But, Kendall, I don't want to be sick." Logan grumbled, crossing his arms and dramatically throwing himself back onto his pillows.

Kendall chuckled, Logan rarely acted so childish. It made it evident that he was in fact sick. "I know; buddy. I don't want you to be sick, either. That's why it's so important that you rest so you can feel better."

"But we have to be ready for the concert at the fair next month! I don't want to ruin it for you guys."

"I know you do, buddy, but I'd rather have you rest up and get better than have you try to push yourself and get worse. Just rest and stay in bed, Logan. You should be feeling better soon."

Carlos looked devastated. "Logan?"He squeaked.

Logan smiled at his little buddy. He knew that Carlos was always scared to see his friends get hurt or sick. "I'll be fine, buddy." Logan whispered weakly, patting Carlos' hand.

James nudged Carlos' side. "Come on, Carlos. Logan's got to rest." James said, taking Carlos by the shoulder and steering him out of the room.

Once Logan had rested his head on his pillow, Kendall slunk out as well, stopping at the doorway to shut off the light. Just as he was about the slip out, Logan sat up, using his elbows as a prop. "Kendall?"

Kendall sighed and turned around. "What buddy?" He asked, trying hard to mask his worry at how weak Logan's voice sounded.

Logan swallowed. "Is there something wrong with my eye?" He asked.

Kendall shook his head. He took a breath and let it out as he spoke. "Nope; not that I can see. Goodnight, Loges." He turned around the shut the door. The room was once again incased in a cloud of darkness and Logan rested his head upon his pillow and sleep began to take over again. As Logan draped his covers up to his neck, a devastating thought flashed through his mind.

It was official; Logan Mitchell was sick.

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Well, that's all for now; until next time, remember:

Peace, Love, and Happiness!

~BrittSmiles4BTR