The boys have been in LA for at least a year and Kendall was going to have to admit that this was not the thing that he wanted. Sure, he likes singing and singing with his guys, but, something just wasn't right. To Kendall, he felt trapped. Like, his right to oxygen has been cut away from him to only have it at certain times.

Yeah, Kendall had fond a way to get rid of his frustration, but hockey didn't always help with the way he was feeling. This just wasn't him.

The guys were in the recording studio singing, Any Kind of Guy, when Kendall just stopped and stared into the mic.

James, Logan, and Carlos stopped when they didn't hear Kendall say his part, which made Gustavo blow his top.

"DOG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

The guys and Kelly expected Kendall to snap back like always. With his cocky grin, signature smirk, and swag in his words as he yelled back at Gustavo. But, Kendall just starred into the microphone.

"DOG!"

Kendall moved his eyes from the mic to James, Logan, Carlos, Kelly, and finally landing on Gustavo, who raised his eyebrows in the question.

"I... I don't know."

The way that Kendall said it made everybody stop in their seats, even Gustavo. It sounded insecure, hurt, and broken. To top it all off, it didn't sound like Kendall Knight, fearless leader of Big Time Rush. It sounded like a little kid who just got in trouble for the first time and didn't know what to do.

James, who had always been closest to the blonde, took Kendall's head set off and pulled him out of the room. Knowing the blonde so well, James could see that Kendall on the verge of a panic attack.

He forced Kendall to put his head between his knees and breath. Sitting besides him, James rubbed Kendall's back.

"I... I don't know!'' That was all that Kendall could say. It made the remaining 3/4's of BTR worry. Kendall was the man with the plan, the person all of them could turn to, and the only human being that wasn't afraid to stand up to the plate. But, that person was gone and replaced with a broken Knight.

Finally, Kendall began to grasp his chest and looked up towards Logan, he who studies medical books knew that his best friend was having a heart attack.

Logan snapped his phone out and threw it to Carlos.

"Call 911! Kendall is having an heart attack. Kendall, look at me," Kendall did as he was told and with tears in his eyes. "You are having an heart attack, just breath for me buddy, okay?"

Carlos was off the phone once Logan started breathing with Kendall. James was starting to freak out but tried to hide it before it effected Kendall, him freaking out was not in the need right now, Kendall was, and he was going to do anything to make sure that his Kendall was going to be okay.

It took minutes, for what seemed like hours to James, for the ambulance to appear. James had helped Kendall onto the stretcher seeing as he didn't like strangers touching him, but when he tried to hop in the ambulance with him, the paramedics stopped him.

"Sorry, family only," James was going to speak up for himself but Kendall had cut in.

"NO! He as to come!" That was all Kendall could get out before his breathing started to get difficult and they had to place a oxygen mask on him.

"Fine, get in," the paramedics jumped out of the way once as James jumped in and took Kendall's hand in his.

James just watched as Kendall looked only at him, not around the ambulance, not at what the paramedics, but at those brown eyes that he had done everything for. Everything meaning, getting them into the hockey team, all the girls, to the addition that made them famous, and.. making his own life whole.

James, he had known that he was in love with the blonde since eighth grade, but he had never admitted his feelings for the fear of rejection. But, seeing his Kendall like this scared the crap out of him.

Kendall squeezed James hand trying to say something but the mask made it hard for James to hear.

"Iahlahoveahyaou!." James quirked an eyebrow trying to make it out but before he could say anything, the heart monitor that James didn't see them hook up... flat lined.

(AN= What do you think?)