OMG! It's here! Yeah, I had to debate awhile about doing this or my WiPs and this won after much thought. These Big Time Rush boys just fuel my slashy mind XP

Oh yes, there will be much angst in here. MUCH! But there will be a happy ending as happy endings make me intensely happy :D ENJOY!!!

Kendall paced the waiting room anxiously, his eyes glued to the invisible path he was treading over and over. The floor was better to focus on than his friends or family waiting with him.

Katie was crying and his mom was trying hard to comfort her while fighting a losing battle with her own tears. Carlos and James were holding their tears back as they asked Kendall question after question. They could tell her knew something they didn't.

Briefly, Kendall's eyes went to the clock. It had been nearly two hours since Logan had gotten…hurt. It felt like it had been days.

Kendall remembered why he hated hospitals. They seemed to slow down time.

Plus, they were blindingly white, sterile, and boring (not that he had anything against boredom at this moment). Kendall had been in them quite a few times, usually because of failed schemes him, Carlos, and James had cooked up. Logan had always been excluded from the planning of these failed ideas, hence their failure.

Carlos had broken both of his arms and a leg over the years. James had gotten at least two mild concussions and a broken foot. Kendall had always ended up with the nasty cuts or broken fingers. Though Logan was always there when these terrible plans were put into motion he was too careful to get hurt.

It was ironic that he was the first one to be seriously injured.

It was like the world decided to hit him (literally) with all of the missed injuries at once. But that was ridiculous. This wasn't the world's fault, it was Kendall's. And he knew it.

More time passed (minutes, hours, days, it was all the same to Kendall right now) before a grim looking doctor appeared before them. Kendall felt like he was going to throw up.

"Logan Mitchell?" The doctor asked. Everyone nodded. "Are any of you family?"

"I'm his guardian and these are my uh, kids. His sister is on the way though."

The doctor nodded, his eyes flickering hesitantly between the boys, Katie, and Mrs. Knight. Finally, he gave in. "Well, I'm Mr. Mitchell's doctor, Dr. Stone. Mr. Mitchell is stable but critical."

Katie sniffed. "What's the damage?"

"He broke his left arm and leg and some of his ribs, one of which punctured one of his lungs. He's also pretty scraped up from when he hit the asphalt. But, we've fixed his lung, taped up his ribs, treated his cuts, and put his arm and leg in casts. The only thing that worries me is his head. We don't know the full extent of the damage because of swelling but he's currently in a coma. If he does wake up he could have brain damage." Dr. Stone grimly answered, clearly just reciting what his clipboard said.

At some point during his talking everyone except Kendall had started to cry. Carlos and Katie were hugging each other and bawling. Mrs. Knight was half hugging Kendall and sobbing into his shoulder. James had his comb in a death grip as he silently cried. Kendall was dry-eyed but crumbling in on himself on the inside.

"Can we see him?" Mrs. Knight asked.

"Of course." Dr. Stone replied, still looking unhappy. "But only one can go in at a time."

Everyone nodded in acknowledgement and followed him so they could take turns going in.

Four hallways later and they were standing by a door just like all of the others except for the small number on it and what – or rather who – was behind it.

There was a pause after the doctor excused himself. Everyone looked at Kendall.

"Sweetie?" His mom urged.

Taking in a deep breath Kendall stepped into the room. Logan's hospital room.

For a single moment Kendall squeezed his eyes shut and pretended that this wasn't happening. That he and Logan were in 2J, hanging out as more than friends. Now that was impossible because Logan would never forgive them.

Kendall opened his eyes. "Oh…" It was worse than he's imagined.

Logan was terribly pale, practically blending in with the sheets on the hospital bed. One arm was wrapped completely in bandages while the other was in a cast. Only his left leg poked out from the covers and it too was in a cast. A multitude of bruises and cuts decorated his face.

Kendall let out a broken sob. "I'm so sorry." He ran out of the room and collapsed onto the floor of the hallway, unable to stop the torrent of tears running down his face.

Everyone thought Kendall's freak out was just because him and Logan were friends. They never suspected that Logan was in there because of him.

Good? No? It's my normal style so it's way different, but I kinda like it. I just feel the need to torture Logan and this enables me to do that *evil*

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