Title: Help! I've fallen and can't get up!

Rating: K+ for minor curse words and gore, may change

Summary: What happens when Logan falls down some stairs and no one's around to help?

So…I was watching one of those stupid commercials where the old woman is all; "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!" and I legit immediately thought of hurting me some Logan! It was either that or have James like punch him or something. Which in all honesty I wanna write about like, right the ef now! So, that's gonna happen soon. Anyway I just wanted some hurt!angsty!Logan with a side of his hot friends being…Angsty. So enjoy!

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"Run!" His three friends shouted simultaneously.

"Bitters! He's coming!" And with that, Logan's blue arm sleeve was being stretched well past it's limits, in accordance with Kendall's harsh pulls.

Logan trudged along side his friends until they reached the elevators.

"Come- Seriously!" Carlos stopped mid sentence and tore his gaze from the very

-very- crowed lobby elevator to his friends.

"Crap!" James blurted. "We're gonna die! Like, even before we get to tour the world."

Kendall stopped and stared at Logan, or through him. Because his goal clearly wasn't to make Logan feel so utterly uncomfortable that he quite literally started to shrink in on himself.

"Uhm…Kendall?" Logan asked, unsure. The blonde's eyes moved from Logan to James' face. James had his eyes closed and was mumbling under his breathe, something about being too pretty and too young to die by the hands of someone like Bitters.

Kendall gave him a look and then shouted; "The stairwell!" Then they were off again, Logan once again being pulled by Kendall's rough grip, only this time the grip was on his wrist.

Ow! Kendall! Stop!" But his friend ignored him and kept in pace with his other two friends.

"Kendall let me go!" Logan screeched, and pulled his arm from Kendall's hand.

Kendall, having noticed lack of wrist in hand, stopped momentarily and looked at his dark haired best friend.

"Logan…Try to keep up! We don't want anyone to be left behind okay? Now hurry!" And again, they were running. Logan rolled his eyes but, tried too keep up with his fast paced friends.

Soon they reached the stairwell doors and were piling through one by one.

Running as fast as they possibly could down each step, careful not to slip or worse, let the steps hinder their high speeds until they were in the clear.

Logan was running right behind them…or at least, he thought he was.

"Guys! Wait...up…" He tried to reach for one of his friends but came up empty handed. They weren't even in the stairwell anymore, they'd each rushed past the doors and would soon be reaching the second floor.

Logan picked up his speed, he didn't want to be caught either, even though he had no idea what they were about to be caught for in the first place.

He knew his friends, they'd done something stupid. And quite honestly he didn't want to pay for it.

He had two steps left, two, until he would've reached the door, found his friends and been home-free.

But he lost his footing and soon he was falling backwards towards the steps he had previously left behind.

His body connected with each step as he rolled down backwards towards the white tiles floor beneath the stairs.

The momentum of the fall made the decline quick and painful but also led to the small teen plunging into the sharp corner of the wall.

Even before the sound of his fragile skull snapping against the wall could be heard, he was out.

He could no longer see the bright white lights hanging above each row of stairs, he couldn't see the blood pooling around his head, and he definitely couldn't see the way is body was positioned.

…

They finally reached apartment J2, their breathes quick and uneven.

"Oh my god!" James shouted, breathlessly. Carlos put his hand on James' back.

"Yeah…Never again." Carlos smiled a tired, uneven smile at James and started laughing.

Soon each teen was in a fit of hysterical laughter.

When the laughter subsided, Kendall opened the door leading into the apartment.

" I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life." He explained, panting.

"Uggh!" Carlos plopped down onto the orange couch in the living room, with a thud.

"…I kinda wanna die right now." James said, settling next to his friend on the couch.

The tan teenager pulled out his lucky comb and a mirror, that seemed to come from no where, and started fixing his appearance.

The other two shared a look.

"James…" Kendall started but when his taller friend looked up at him expectantly, he thought better of it.

He rolled his eyes.

"…Never mind."

There was a comfortable silence between them, James was still fixing his hair, Carlos was still gasping, obviously the exertion of the run was too much, and Kendall was looking around.

He had a look on his face that said, 'Something's missing.' His eyes were scrunched together and his lips forming a straight line.

"Hey… W-where's Logan?" The two pairs of eyes instantly on him, they studied his features for a moment and then started to search the room.

"Wasn't he right behind us?" Carlos asked, his face clearly suggesting his confusion.

James seemed to think about what his Latino friend said for a moment. He turned his head towards Kendall once more.

"Huh. Maybe he just ditched us?" He asked hopefully.

Their leader thought about that for a moment.

'Maybe he did. I mean…he didn't even know why we were running. He wouldn't get in trouble…Or maybe….

"I think I pissed him off or something…" Kendall stated with a hinge of guilt.

"How?" Both boys asked with questioning gazes.

"Well…I didn't want him to fall behind so I kept grabbing at him. I might've grabbed a bit too hard when we started running the second time. He kinda yelled at me."

Kendall must've found something quite interesting on the floor because that was the only place his eyes seemed to focus on now.

"No… I doubt he's mad about something like that." Carlos said with a smile, patting Kendall on his shoulder.

James then added, "Yeah…That would be lame. He knows you were only trying to help him get away from Bitters."

The tall blond thought about the words his friends had said.

"Yeah but…But what if I hurt him?"

"Well…We could always just, call him. Ask him to come to the room." James nodded in agreement at Carlos' idea.

James pulled out his cell and hit speed-dial two. They each waited in silence for the younger boy to pick up.

He never did.

…

His eyes opened momentarily, the brightness of the lights hanging over head scaring them shut again.

He didn't even process where he was before his eyes rolled into his head again.

This happened for almost an hour.

Every few minutes or so, his body would say it was time for him to get up but then shut down again like it regretted it's decision as soon as it was made.

Finally it made up it's mind.

At first he didn't register anything. He was just so damn confused.

'Where am I?'

'Why is it so bright?'

'Why am I here?'

He started to look around. Well, as best he could. Logan seemed to realize that his mobility was limited as soon as the first move was made.

"OHMYGOD!" He screamed as the pain finally registered.

Darkness threatened to overcome him again. But he didn't want that, he wanted to know what the hell was happening.

So he calmed himself, blinking away the dark spots from his vision.

First he looked around, very confused as to where he was.

He came to the conclusion he was in a;

"Stairwell." He stated aloud.

But the teen didn't know why. He didn't remember ever needing, or wanting, to take the stairs when there was an elevator right there.

But then a thought hit him.

'.'

Now he was remembering. They were running from Bitters.

'But why?'

He groaned as he tried to remember, failing.

Logan then, started to realize that he was laying in something wet, and sticky and dark.

"Oh god…" He looked around. He was hurt, and bad. Logan knew better than to think otherwise.

His eyes swept over his form and saw all he needed too before a wave a nausea hit him.

Logan let a stream of sickly looking vomit roll over his lips, his head jerking forward with each heave, causing an insurmountable bout of pain.

Tears of both pain and frustration fell down his cheeks.

Again he looked at himself.

His legs, both of them, were twisted at angles they should never be twisted. He even sees some blood staining his jeans.

It makes him look away a little too quickly, he thinks he feels the nausea again but thankfully the vomiting doesn't come.

He knows his legs are broken.

He can't feel much though, which worries him.

Logan decides that he at least has a concussion, two broken legs and God only knows what else.

He needs to get the hell outta dodge.

The young boys, tries to sit up to collect his phone from his pocket, when he spots it on the last step of the stairs, crushed.

His face scrunches up as if he's going to cry. He wants to, but, he can feel the pain,

in his head and his face.

'Great' he thinks. 'My face is broken too.'

And that's when it happens, that's when the tears do start to roll down from his eyes.

He's scared. He wants to be with his friends, singing or…Anything.

As long as it's not here, with the blood and the puke, and everything.

He starts to scream.

Weak at first. "Help."

Then stronger, "Kendall! Kendall! Someone!"

"James!" The kid's breathes began to come in shorts gasps.

Sobbing now, he tried again.

"Guys! I-I-I need…Please."

The last word said with total and utter hopelessness.

The lack of air taking it's toll and unconsciousness ensnaring him.

TBC…

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~Rachel