Author's Note: Hola, peeps! This is my first fanfiction ever! I want to thank Sarah Torrez for encouraging me. Anyway, here's the full summary I promised:

A terrible car accident leaves Kendall in the hospital on life support. According to a man named Peter, if his family and friends don't take him off life support, he's never going to get to go back to his body and wake up. But his family and friends refused. Will they ever take him off life support?

Anyway, lame summary. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush. I do own a copy of their album, though! That's gotta count for something, right?

The rain pounded harder than before. Kendall nervously tried to see the white line, but he couldn't. The rain was just too hard. He was already two hours later than the others, and he didn't want his family or friends to worry any more than they already were.

His phone started to ring, but he ignored it. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Why had he decided that they should go home now? Why had he insisted on going along? Logan, Carlos, and James were all in another car, probably already at the Palm Woods. Katie and his mom had left earlier in the day, so they were probably home, too.

Kendall didn't see the semi truck heading for him. The truck didn't know its headlights weren't working. The driver didn't see the little blue car until it was too late.

There was a loud crashing noise and the world went dark to Kendall. The car spun out of control and stopped just before going off the edge of a cliff. The truck driver pulled over immediately and jumped out to check on the driver. His heart nearly stopped when he realized it was just a kid, and a pretty beat up one.

The kid was unconscious. He'd hit his head on the steering wheel pretty hard, it looked like, and his seat belt was broken, barely holding him in place. The driver was afraid to move the kid.

Luckily, three cars stopped when they saw what had happened, and one of them happened to be a doctor. The kid was checked over best the doctor could do while waiting for the paramedics to get there.

"Kid's barely breathing," the doctor told the small crowd around them. "His heartbeat's not very strong. He might die."

The driver started crying. He didn't know what else to do. He'd hit a car and probably killed a kid. The boy looked familiar. He looked about eighteen, with blond hair.

"Oh, my God," someone said in the crowd. "It's Kendall Knight! From Big Time Rush! He's dead!"

"He's not dead!" the doctor said, checking again.

The driver started crying harder. That was why the kid looked familiar. Big Time Rush. His daughter's favorite band. Kendall was her favorite. This just kept getting worse.

An ambulance showed up not two minutes later. The medics immediately jumped out and ran to the kid. The truck driver, who's name was Steve, asked if he could ride with him. They agreed after seeing the man's horribly guilty state.

Steve was surprised in the ambulance. It really was Kendall Knight, and his heartbeat was getting stronger. It was still too weak, but it was obvious this kid was a fighter. Steve started to hope a bit.

When they got to the hospital, Steve volunteered to tell Kendall's family. He was trying to make up for what he'd done. He wasn't going to hide the fact that he'd hit Kendall's car. He was going to tell the truth and hope they didn't hate him.

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"Where is he?" Mrs. Knight paced in the living room of 2J.

"He's probably pulled over," Logan said. "You can't see anything if you look out the window. I don't know how the power's still on."

"Don't say that," James said. "The power's going to go out now, and then I will kill you."

Carlos didn't say anything. He looked worried. Logan raised an eyebrow. For some reason, Carlos always seemed to know when another one of them was in trouble. Logan didn't want to ask, but he did anyway.

"Something wrong, Carlos?" he said hesitantly. The Latino didn't lift his head at first. Then he looked up.

"I just have this feeling," he said. "Like the one I got right before you broke your arm. I keep feeling something's wrong. Really wrong. Not just Kendall not being here. Like something bad is about to happen."

The power went out just as he said that.

"Logan!" James glared through the darkness at the boy.

"James!" Logan yelled back.

"Katie!" Kendall's little sister yelled her own name, effectively confusing the boys and shutting them up.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. Someone was pacing.

"Mrs. Knight, why are you still pacing?" Logan asked, not really able to see.

"I'm not," the mother said from the chair.

"Carlos?" Logan said next. There was a crash and a very loud groan.

"What?" Carlos said, his voice coming from across the room. He sounded like he was in pain.

"What happened?" James asked.

"I crashed into the table and probably broke something," Carlos replied. "Not a bone. Just something that was on the table."

A phone started ringing. Everyone looked around, confused. Mrs. Knight pulled out her phone.

"Kendall, thank goodness," she said, then answered it. "Hello?"

If the others had been able to see her face, they would have seen it gone from confused to anger, to understanding, to horror, and finally worried.

"I understand," she said quietly. The others were very confused.

"Is he alright?"

"What?" Carlos sat up immediately. "Is who alright?"

"What's going on?" Logan asked, kind of scared.

"Be quiet," Mrs. Knight told them. "Yes, I understand. We're not going to be able to see either if we leave right now. What's his condition?"

"What?" James' voice was squeaky. He glanced in the general direction of Logan and Carlos, wondering what they were thinking.

"Call me as soon as you hear something, okay?" Mrs. Knight said. "Thanks. Bye."

She hung up and took a deep, shuddering breath, sounding way less calm than she'd been on the phone.

"What's going on, Mrs. Knight?" Logan pressed.

"There was a car accident," Kendall's mom answered. "Kendall's car got hit by a semi."

James was surprised she could sound so calm about that. Then what she said hit him hard. James barely managed to keep a panic attack from starting. Carlos couldn't keep his from starting. He started gasping for air, causing Logan to worry about him, too. He crawled over to the Latino and grabbed his hand. Carlos immediately started to calm down, but not much.

"Is he okay?" James asked, partly about Carlos and mostly about Kendall.

"That was the truck driver that called," Mrs. Knight's voice was shaking. "He apologized for hitting Kendall's car. He said he didn't know his headlights were out, and he couldn't see anything. He didn't see the car until it was too late. He doesn't know how Kendall's doing yet. He was worried we would blame him. He says his daughter loves Kendall the most out of you four, and he's afraid she'll get mad. And he's mostly afraid that Kendall will die. So, he's basically like us right now. And we can't get to Kendall, because we won't be able to see, either."

Mrs. Knight was rambling now, and it was scaring her daughter. Katie had been silent, but she was crying. She didn't want anyone to know that.

At the hospital, Kendall was being treated and suffering from a horrible nightmare…