Hey! Since I suck at updating stories, I figured that the best thing for me would be another "drabbles" story. This time I'll call it "Oodles of One-Shots" …just because I've wanted to use the word oodles for like EVER! LOL! As of now, I'm not taking requests, but I might in the future so look out for that.

The inspiration for this first little one-shot is based off of something true. I'm not sure if many of you guys know, but Logan got into a motorcycle accident recently. They say that he was 'chucked' off of the motorcycle when a car almost hit into him and he had to swerve out of the way. Thankfully he was okay! If you wanna read more I think TMZ has an article about it on there. Anyways, I'm gonna write about it and act as if he got hurt just to add some drama.

To change things up; this story will be told in Mama Knight's POV :)

I'm usually not the one to overreact or freak out over much. I'm a lot like my son, Kendall. He's always so chill, and I guess I can be like that too. It's hard for me to ever pinpoint any 'nerve-racking' situations. There is one, though. About a year ago my youngest…or youngest out of the boy's…really sent my stress level off the charts. I don't think I've ever been so worried for someone in a long time…

"You're not riding that motorcycle anymore! And that's final." I yelled.

"Why?! It wasn't even my fault that I crashed!" Logan cried.

You'd think that after such a big accident he, being the "smart one", would agree with me; but that wasn't the case. He's always been the one to keep his friends grounded, but now…well, he was being just plain dumb. Out of all the cool things that he could choose from, the one thing he picks is motorcycling. This boy has never once wanted to be "modern" or "trendy" and then, when you think he's going to be levelheaded forever, he changes your thoughts and comes to you with the question of "can I buy a motorcycle". I really should have just said no in the first place, but I gave in. He and Katie both have big round deer-like eyes, and I never can get past them. Before I knew it my youngest "son" was cruising around on a motorbike. Yes, he wore a helmet, but I still couldn't help but feel so anxious whenever he got onto it.

"You're such an idiot." James rolled his eyes.

"But I'm fine…I didn't even get hurt!" Logan replied.

"You look pretty broken, man." Carlos sighed at his best friend who was all beaten up and messy from his recent crash.

"You could have been seriously hurt, Loges! I knew you weren't old enough to get one of those." Kendall added.

"It wasn't my fault!" Logan called out, "I was driving perfectly fine…someone hit ME. I didn't hit them."

"Still" Kendall continued, "You look hurt…we should get you checked anyways."

"I'm not hurt." Logan groaned.

"You helmet cracked, Logan…do you even know what could have happened to your skull?" Carlos yelled, "Sometimes I think you walk around with your head in the clouds. Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

"Stop being my mother and just let me take care of this." Logan scowled.

"No, because you'll only get worse!"

"I'm not even hurt!" Logan screamed back.

"I bet you have a concussion, but you're just too blind to notice." Kendall decided.

"I don't have a concussion…I think I, being the future doctor, would know." Logan scoffed.

"Do you hear yourself? Or is the ringing in your ears too loud?" James snickered.

"Shut up!" Logan growled, slumping down on the couch.

I figured it'd be a good time to step back in, "Logan…you need to tell us if you feel any differently, we can't leave a concussion untreated for too long, it can cause permanent brain damage."

"But I don't have one!"

"I'm just letting you know." I sighed, "You don't look too good, and I don't want to just things like this be ignored."

The brunette teen didn't even answer this time. I would've gotten mad at him for the attitude before, but I decided to let that slide considering the fact that he's never talked back to me in the past. I was worried that he did have a concussion due to that; Logan was always pleasant, and all of a sudden now he was irritable. It just didn't seem normal to me. Something wasn't right here. I wanted to investigate further, but I figured it'd be best to wait and see if anything else showed up as abnormal. I had to trust the raven haired teen and hope that he'd be honest with me.

"You're not getting back on that thing ever again." Kendall said.

"What?" Logan looked over at him with a confused expression.

"There is no way we are letting you back on that motorcycle." Carlos agreed.

"You can't tell me what to do." Logan shot back.

"But I can." I walked over to the group of boys.

"That's not fair though, I liked riding my motorcycle!" Logan pouted.

"That was before you crashed, I'm sure your mother wouldn't be too happy to hear about that."

"Please, she'd be far worse than that. My mom would be on the next flight to L.A. with a first aid kit and a crew of doctors by her side." Logan laughed.

I chuckled, "Joanna has always been a little overprotective."

"I'm surprised that I haven't been 'bubble wrapped' yet." Logan giggled.

I shook my head and headed for the kitchen to start making dinner. I wasn't going to just brush off the accident, though...not until I find out if Logan's okay or not at least. I never understood why he was so stubborn about being sick or hurt. He never wants anyone's help or adoration when it comes to things like that. Maybe it's because he's so use to being smothered by his "hover-mom". I swear, I think I once saw her freak out about a cold and try to bring Logan in through the ER. Luckily his father's a little bit more sensible and knew that was a silly idea.

The rest of the night was sane. Nothing seemed off about Logan which was calming. I thought it was safe to stop watching and go to sleep…it was around 10PM after all. The guys and Katie should be getting to bed around then anyway, they did have school tomorrow morning, and being up late never ended well. Kendall and Logan retired to their room, and James and Carlos decided to join them that night.

The four boys all slept on the floor with sleeping bags and tons of pillows, whereas Katie stayed on her bed in her room. They were all about to sleep and I was ready to do so as well, so I too headed to my room and instantly fell asleep. I guess stress and fighting can tire a woman out pretty quickly. I set my alarm for 7AM so I could see them before they left the next morning, but other than that, I didn't plan on having to wake up any earlier. That's not how things worked out, though.

"Guy-sh." Logan mumbled.

"Yeah, dude?" Carlos questioned.

"…'m head hurts." Logan sighed with a yawn.

"I knew he was hurt! I knew he was! I knew he was!" Carlos cheered, feeling smarter than he did earlier.

"Carlosh, you're too 'oud." Logan slurred his words.

Kendall shot up from his sleeping bag and turned towards the younger teen, "Are you okay, buddy?"

Logan shook his head, "I fee' sh-ick." He was struggling to talk.

The brunette sat up and ran his hand across his stomach. James noticed and instinctively grabbed the trash bin, handing it to his smaller friend, but Logan batted it away and slumped back under his blankets.

"…'m fine." Logan murmured as a cough escaped from his lips.

"He's not okay…" Kendall said under his breath.

"We should get your mom." Carlos decided.

"Yeah, I'll go get her." James suggested and after seeing Carlos act so hyper from waking up in the middle of the night, he brought the Latino along with him.

Kendall stayed by Logan's side and felt for a fever, but was glad to not feel any difference in his body temperature. The brunette started to cough more violently which resulted in him throwing up. Kendall knew something was off. Logan didn't have a fever, so he couldn't be just sick with the flu. It had to do with the accident, and Kendall was positive about that.

I walked in to see Logan curled in on himself. I could hear crying coming from where he was, but couldn't tell if it was my son or the injured boy. I knew Kendall was worried for Logan as well; the two were always so close and hated it when the other wasn't feeling up to par. I myself was freaking out on the insides. I didn't want to show it and worry everyone else, but Logan certainly was sick, I was just keeping my fingers crossed that it wasn't because of a concussion.

When Logan threw up for the second time, I knew it was a sign that I should take him to the hospital. If anything, he'd get dehydrated, it'd just be the safest thing to do. I figured that it'd be best if someone like James, being the oldest, drove and have me stay in the back with Logan considering the poor condition he was in at the moment. I went down to the lobby and then to the parking lot with James and Carlos to get the car started up and had Kendall carry Logan down.

"Come on, Logie…" Kendall sighed, "Please let me pick you up?"

Logan shook his head and sobbed even harder, "I don' wan' to go to the hosh-pital"

Kendall bent down and scooped up the tiny boy and proceeded to the elevator. He hugged him closely to his body and tried to stay calm in hopes that it'd rub off on the restless teen. Once Kendall was down he and his friends hopped in, I sat next to Logan and James drove. Carlos sat in the passenger seat, but only because Kendall insisted on being next to Logan along with me. The whole ride to the hospital, all of us continued to try and relax Logan. He had no clue what was going on, and we hated to see him so nervous.

It certainly was an anxiety prone trip, but once we arrived, I felt so much more calmed down. A nice nurse wheeled Logan into a room where doctors could treat him and make sure he was okay. I felt more confident that everything would end up fine when there was no urgency from the medical staff. One of the doctors smiled at me and said that he would have to stay for the rest of the night, but all would be settled down by morning. My heart stopped racing and I could finally let out a sigh of relief…though, I felt as if I forgot something. Well…whatever it was, it must've not been too important.

"Uh…guys?!" Katie called out in an empty apartment, "Ugh! Not again…" She groaned.

Awwh…I feel bad for making them forget Katie! LOL also, thanks for reading my story and I hope you liked it! Lastly…STAY SAFE LOGAN AND PLEEEEEASE DON'T EVER CRASH YOUR MOTORCYCLE AGAIN!

xoxo

~EMiLY