Author's Note: Yay! People read it and reviewed! Yay! I'm happy now. Uh, before you read this, you should probably know that I really know nothing about doctors or injuries or really anything about the human body, so...yeah. So, forgive me for any mistakes, feel free to correct me (I won't be offended, I promise) and review! Yay!

Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush. I wish I did...That would be epic...

The semi was coming closer and closer. He tried to turn the steering wheel to find there wasn't one. What was he supposed to do?

The collision was going to happen. He saw it coming. The truck driver had an evil look on his face.

Suddenly, his car slammed into the semi truck and all he could feel was pain.

In real life, Kendall was having an operation done to fix some problems with him. The doctors thought it was procedural, nothing new, nothing to worry about.

They were wrong. Kendall had a punctured lung that they didn't know about yet. A lot of broken ribs. They knew about those, though. And Kendall's arm.

Kendall also had internal bleeding. It had just started. They didn't know about that, either. It had been borderline, and they hadn't seen it.

In short, Kendall was a big mess.

So when he started hyperventilating and his heart rate went up, the doctors were surprised. One wouldn't know how they did it, but they managed to calm him down, They finished the surgery and then went to check Kendall out. Once they were done treating him, Kendall decided to stop breathing. His heart stopped.

The doctors got his heart beating-barely-and got him on life support. They felt bad for the eighteen-year-old, but there was nothing more they could do.

Finally, the boy's mother arrived, along with his sister and three other boys. Mrs. Knight looked like she was trying hard to stay calm. Logan looked around with interest, wondering where Kendall was and what had happened. Carlos stared at the floor, hoping Kendall was okay. James stared at the wall, not really seeing it. And Katie was trying not to cry. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want the others to think she was weak. But this was Kendall. She knew the boys wouldn't think that, and neither would her mom. But she also didn't want her mom to start crying, because she knew then that everyone would lose it.

A man stood up when they walked in. Steve, his shirt said. Mrs. Knight realized that this was the man that had hit her son's car. She wasn't angry. In fact, when she saw the man's face, broken and upset, she wanted to hug him. She didn't blame him for the accident. She didn't blame Kendall, either. She blamed the rain for it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Steve said. He didn't meet her eyes. "I wish I would have seen him in time."

Katie looked up at her mother, wondering what could be going on in her head. She found the nearest hand, which ended up being Carlos', and squeezed it. The Latino looked down at her, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the man. Carlos squeezed her hand back.

Mrs. Knight took Steve away from Katie and the boys, telling them to sit down. Steve thought she was going to be angry, but her face was filled with nothing but compassion.

"Now, Steve, don't blame yourself for what happened," Mrs. Knight said. "It's not your fault, and it's not Kendall's fault. It was an accident. And Kendall's a fighter. He'll get through this."

She sounded so confident that Steve believed her. For a few seconds, at least, until the doctor came out and said, "Kendall Knight?"

Instantly, Katie, the boys, Mrs. Knight, and Steve were all next to the doctor. He blinked at the in surprise, then shook his head. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, and Logan's eyes went wide.

"Kendall's not really doing so well," the doctor said slowly. Mrs. Knight nodded, but didn't let anything else show. "He has a broken arm that we operated on, four broken ribs-."

Carlos winced involuntarily. Being the reckless one of the group, he broke ribs often and they were still painful every time.

"-A severe concussion," the doctor hesitated. "He also had internal bleeding and a punctured lung."

Logan gasped. Everyone looked at him.

"And I'm sorry to tell you this, but Kendall's on life support," the doctor said. "He stopped breathing while we were moving him to a recovery room. He's now in the ICU."

Carlos stomped on Logan's foot before he could say anything negative.

"Ow!" Logan went to glare at Carlos, but the look that the Latino gave him stopped him cold.

Carlos looked sick. He looked sick and worried and sad and hopeless all at the same time. Carlos knew what life support meant. His uncle had gone on it and had died when they took him off. The same thing had happened to his grandma and cousin. Carlos knew there was a chance Kendall could live. But it hadn't happened to any of Carlos' relatives.

Logan wanted to hug Carlos and tell him everything was going to be fine, but he didn't. Logan didn't know that, and he couldn't pretend that he did. In fact, Logan didn't even think Kendall was going to make it. He had a punctured lung and internal bleeding.

The group sat down, waiting for news. The doctor told them that three of them at a time could see Kendall. Mrs. Knight and Katie went first, alone. Steve still felt guilty and didn't feel ready to see Kendall and the boys decided to go together. So Mrs. Knight and Katie went into the ICU room.

To put it simply, Kendall looked like crap. Katie grabbed her brother's hand, which was way too cold for a human, and squeezed it. Nothing happened. Katie couldn't hold back the tears anymore and started to cry.

Mrs. Knight looked at her son. He looked horrible, but not as bad as she had imagined. Her mind had gone straight to the worst possible situation.

She smiled as she thought of what Kendall would have said if she'd told him that. There had been a time a few years ago when the boys were thirteen. Carlos had fallen out of a tree and landed himself in the hospital with a broken arm and a concussion. Logan had been out of town and panicked when he heard Carlos was in the hospital. When Logan came to see Carlos, three days after Carlos had been put in the hospital, Logan had breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought you would look worse for some reason."

Mrs. Knight had been right outside the hospital room when she heard her son reply, "I think we do that so we can be relieved when we see how they really look."

It was true. But that was Kendall. He always said things like that. Mrs. Knight wished he would just open his eyes and say something. He was too still.

Finally, Mrs. Knight and Katie let Logan, Carlos, and James have their turn. Carlos started hyperventilating the second he saw Kendall on life support. It was déjà vu for him. Logan stared, mentally cursing himself for being so curious about the machine that was keeping Kendall alive. James' knees gave out when he saw Kendall and he fell to the ground, scaring Logan and Carlos. They bent down next to James, who pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"He looks dead," James got out with much difficulty. Carlos nodded.

"That's how it always is," Carlos' voice was dead and it scared Logan and James. "The doctors tell you that he's alive technically, that there's a chance he could live. Then he won't. That's how it always is."

The Latino stood up and ran out the door, nearly knocking Katie over in the waiting room. He ran straight out of the hospital, straight across a busy intersection without looking, straight over a bride, and straight through an overflowing creek before stopping and collapsing. He sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, staring at the sky.

Why Kendall? Why did Kendall have to end up like his uncle, his grandma, and his cousin? Why did he have to be on life support? Kendall was only eighteen. Kendall had a life to live. He couldn't die.

Carlos started sobbing and couldn't stop it. He sat there for a few hours, crying. Carlos didn't know what to do. His best friend was going to die. Carlos knew that Kendall was a fighter. He would have died a while ago if he wasn't.

Carlos shuddered at the sudden memory and shook it away. He took a deep breath, calming down slightly.

The others are probably worried about me, he thought, but he made no move to get up.

He eventually fell asleep, sitting against the tree.