So, this was originally supposed to be a two-shot, but... it'll probably be like three chapters, maybe even four. I'm not quite sure yet. I hope you all like the chapter. :)
Kendall awoke to a squirming Logan struggling against his hold. The blond, who had not even realized he had fallen asleep, awoke with a start, his green eyes falling on the flustered and flailing teen. He could feel the heat radiating from Logan's body, and it worried him deeply. Shivers caused the smaller boy to tremble in his arms—teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"Logie, what's wrong?" he asked, his tone rising as he started to panic. He tried to hold Logan down and stop him before he ended up hurting himself or Kendall, but the brunette just continued to squirm in his arms. Soft whimpers slipped from his lips, soon turning into sobs. "Logie?"
In a matter of a second, Logan's eyes snapped open, frantically gasping for air. When he felt Kendall's arms around him, he tried to push him off, not realizing who it was that was holding him. But as soon as his eyes fell on the concerned blond, he collapsed against his chest, his left hand moving to grasp a fistful of the front of Kendall's shirt.
"Shh, it's okay, you're okay," Kendall whispered against his ear as he moved his hand to rest against Logan's head, his fingers tangling in tufts of dark brown hair. "You're safe; I'm here."
"I-I'm sorry..." Logan croaked out, his voice hoarse. Judging by the pained expression that appeared on his face, Kendall assumed it hurt him to talk. "I-It was just a stupid nightmare, a-and I freaked out. I'm sorry."
Smiling sadly, Kendall brought the younger boy closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
"You have no reason to apologize, it's alright. Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, his eyes remaining on the shivering boy. Logan's only response was a shake of his head. "That's okay, you don't have to," he whispered.
"I feel awful, Kendall. I don't think that nap helped at a-all," Logan said, his voice breaking. "I feel so hot and uncomfortable... but I also feel cold. I don't know what I feel anymore," he cried, his head falling against Kendall's shoulder. Kendall could only watch, sadly, as Logan buried his face against the crook of his neck, tears spilling from his eyes.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom and get you some Tylenol, okay?" he said, knowing that the pills would probably help. However, when he tried to detach the boy from himself, Logan only clung to him with a tighter grip and looked up at him with sad, chocolate brown eyes.
"N-No. Please don't go," he whimpered.
"I won't be long," he promised as he gently pried Logan's arms from around his body. Logan nodded, using the sleeves from Kendall's jacket to wipe the tears from his eyes. The sight broke Kendall's heart. It had been a while since he had seen Logan so vulnerable, and he absolutely hated it.
Pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead, he gave him a small smile and walked out of the room and into the kitchen to fill a glass with water. He then rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of Tylenol pills from the medicine cabinet, being careful not to spill the water on his hurry back to the bedroom.
"Okay, I got the—" Kendall stopped in mid-sentence, cringing as his eyes fell on Logan, who had his face buried in the bucket once more.
Placing the Tylenol bottle and the glass on the desk beside Logan's bed, he took a seat beside the heaving brunette and rubbed circles against the boy's back, hoping it would provide some comfort.
It took a few minutes, but when he was done, Logan placed the bucket back on the floor and collapsed against Kendall, sobbing loudly.
"It's okay, Logie. Everything's gonna be okay," he murmured, doing his best to calm the distraught boy, but Logan continued to cry, his whole body trembling from head to toe.
"You need to take some medicine so you can feel better. I'm sure it'll help," he said, attempting to reason with his brother.
"My throat r-really hurts. I don't want to," Logan hiccuped, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. "I d-don't want it to hurt more."
"Please, just try?" Kendall begged. The shorter boy looked hesitant, but when he took notice of the concerned look Kendall was giving him, he agreed. He watched with bloodshot eyes as the older boy reached towards the desk and spilled two pills into his hand. "Here," he said, handing them to Logan, who took them into his shaking hand. The sick boy gave him a pained look, but swallowed them, and then placed an almost empty glass of water back on the desk.
"I'm sorry, I just really hate being sick," Logan hoarsely muttered into Kendall's chest. Kendall leaned back against the bed's headboard, pulling Logan along with him.
"I know, it's not fun, but hopefully you'll be back to yourself in no time," the dirty blond said. He carefully pulled a blanket over the two of them and wrapped his arms around Logan, hoping that it would help lessen the shivers that seemed to be taking over the boy's body.
"I hope so," Logan whispered. He curled up against Kendall's body, his head against the boy's rising and falling chest. He tried to concentrate on the steady beat of Kendall's heart, but all he could concentrate on was the way everything in his body hurt, and on the upsetting and nauseating feeling he could feel in the pit of his stomach. The pounding in his head definitely didn't help, and neither did the shivers that ran up and down his whole body. He felt absolutely miserable, but he figured he'd feel a lot worse if he was on his own, and not with Kendall by his side.
Before Logan had been adopted by the Knights, and was forced to live with his abusive father, he had no one to turn to. Of course, he had Kendall, and his other two friends—Carlos and James—but on days like these, he had no one. His father didn't care if he was sick or if he needed someone to be there for him. Logan was practically on his own, and it was awful, so he was glad that now he had Kendall. He loved Kendall, as if he was his own blood brother, and he knew he could always trust him.
"Thank you, f-for being here," he said. He looked up at the older teen and gave him a smile. "If I was back with my father, he wouldn't have cared, so... it means a lot that you do."
Kendall smiled, knowing just how much being cared for meant to the smaller boy. "I'm glad to help," he said softly. "Even if mom hadn't adopted you, I've always considered you my little brother. I'll always be here for you."
Logan opened his mouth to speak, but he suddenly started coughing uncontrollably. Kendall gently patted his back, growing even more worried when he realized that Logan was finding it hard to breathe. What he wasn't expecting was for Logan to say his name in between coughs, fear evident in his voice.
Kendall looked over the boy's shoulder, gasping at the blood that was now staining Logan's trembling hand.
Did you guys like it? I hope you did! What do you think is wrong with Logan?
In other news, there's a challenge in the BTR Plot Adoption Forum, that I think you should all check out! It'd be great if some of you participated. In case you're interested, here's the link: topic/153090/135594642/1/BTR-Song-Challenge — Just make sure to add the website's domain name before the link, because the website removes that part when I type it in.
Thank you for reading.
~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)
