A/N- here is the second chapter! I know! I know! Way overdue! I'm so sorry! But I hope you enjoy!
In case you didn't know, this story will involve my OC Emily Hart. For more information about her, see my story LA Baby. This chapter will be in her POV.
Kendall was sick.
The minute I woke up I could tell something was wrong. Call it ESP, call it intuition. Whatever it was, I knew something was off.
I walked into the living room, still wearing the t shirt and sweatpants I had worn to bed. The minute I saw Kendall sitting at the counter, his eyes dull and body slumped, I knew that he wasn't okay.
"Kendall?"
He turned and looked at me, an obviously fake smile plastered on his face. "Hey Em," He said with a nearly imperceptible wince. Operative word being 'nearly'.
"Are you feeling okay?" I took a seat next to him and placed a hand on his forehead, finding it far warmer than was healthy. "You feel kinda warm."
"I'm fine," Kendall insisted. "Just got a sunburn. You know how skin feels warmer after a sunburn.
"But your face isn't red at all." I pointed out. "You know how skin gets redder after a sunburn."
"Oh, haha, using my own line against me. How original."
I frowned at him. "Don't think you can go changing the subject on me. Tell me what's up."
"Nothing, I'm fine."
I crossed my arms and lifted an eyebrow. "You are such a liar."
"You know what, I'm not going to sit here and listen to this. I have a studio to get to."
Kendall stood up and started making his way to the door. I sighed, watching him walk away.
I knew he was lying. He might not be willing to admit it, but I knew it. I had known him for way too long to let this die.
About 5 feet from the door, Kendall tripped. Logan, who had just walked into the room, ran over to him, me following a second later.
"Whoa," Logan said, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You alright dude?" he asked.
He gave no response. I looked more closely at his face and noticed him turning slightly green.
"Kendall?" I questioned.
Vomit erupted from his mouth, all over the carpet. I rubbed his back, waiting for him to be done.
When he was finished, I pulled him into a hug, trying to calm the shivers that wracked his body.
"Not… sick…" He mumbled.
"Rigghhhttt…." I helped him stand and lead him back to his room, where I helped him lay down on the bed.
James looked at us from his bed in a panic. He quickly stood and crossed the room. "What happened?" He asked.
"Kendall's sick." I told him, pulling the blanket over Kendall until it reached his neck.
"Not sick." He mumbled, turning on his side and snuggling deeper into the bed.
"Sure, of course not." James rolled his eyes.
Logan walked into the room with a glass of water in one hand and the thermometer in the other. He set the water down on the nightstand and sat on the bed, bringing the thermometer to Kendall's parted lips.
The thermometer slipped in easily. Kendall did not object to it, much to my surprise. Kendall never was one to accept defeat and allow himself to be taken care of. Rather, he'd fight tooth and nail to be the one giving the care, never receiving it. He'd fight to be the strong one, the one always on top, never weak.
Carlos bounded into the room, his helmet securely on his head. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed. "Aren't we going to work?" Then he took a look at Kendall.
"Uh oh. Kendall's sick?"
"Yup." James said.
"Did he admit it?"
"Nope." I replied.
"Odds he's gonna?"
"Slim to none." Logan stated.
"He's an idiot isn't he?"
"Definitely," We responded together.
"I can hear you ya know." Kendall muttered.
"We know," I said. "You were meant to."
Logan pulled the thermometer from Kendall's mouth as it beeped.
"101.6" He read aloud.
I groaned. Yup. He was definitely sick.
James sighed. "I'll call Gustavo." He said, whipping out his phone.
"I'll call Mama Knight," Carlos added, doing the same.
That was when I remembered. Both Mama Knight and Katie were in Minnesota for a week, which left us with the task of taking care of Kendall. Well, Logan and I. No one would trust James and Carlos enough to let them take care of a sick Kendall without guidance. Not the two boys who still played with their food.
Carlos went out of the room to talk to Mama Knight, while James stayed. Eventually, he hung up with a sigh.
"Gustavo said we have to come in without him and leave him home." He told Logan and I.
"But who's going to take care of Sickey McPukester over here?" Logan asked.
I raised an eyebrow. What was I, chopped liver? God, I hoped not. That stuff was gross. I'd much rather be an oatmeal cookie, or a bowl of Haagen-Dazs' Brownie ala Mode ice cream. Now that was delicious.
"Why can't I take care of him?" I asked.
"Oh right!" he exclaimed. "You're a competent, makeshift doctor."
"Well, I didn't get A's in Bio, Health, and Anatomy for nothing." I stated while secretly laughing at the normally intelligent boy's idiocy.
Carlos came back into the room. "Bad news." He told us. "Mama Knight can't cut the trip short. It'll be a week before she's back."
"Then it's a good thing we know what we're doing."
"Correction." James said. "You and Logan know what you're doing. You do know what you're doing ,right?"
"Yes."
"Great! Well we gotta get to work before Gustavo skins us and sells our flesh on eBay. I was not meant to have no skin. Can you imagine it?" he shuddered. "The horror!"
The guys left, leaving me with a sick Kendall and no idea how to get him to accept aid.
Fantastic.
A/N- Am I the only one who has had Brownie ala Mode ice cream? It's vanilla with chunks of brownie in it. Best ice cream ever!
So, just so you guys know, this story is taking a life of its own. I have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm basically just going on Microsoft Word and typing random words that pop into my head, hoping they make sense. That's one of the things I love most about writing fanfiction. You end up creating things you never knew you could accomplish. Am I the only one who thinks that? Probably. I'll stop talking, well, typing now. Good night, sweet dreams, please review, don't let the bed bugs bite and all that other fun stuff. Buh Bye!
