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Kendall awoke with a pained groan.
He'd had a horrible dream that their plane had crashed.
It took him a few minutes to register that he wasn't lying against a plane seat, but against something scratchy and moist. He lifted his cheek, opening his eyes with great effort. He was lying on a beach, a light rain kissing his face, stirring him from his daze, bringing him slightly to his senses. Enough to realize that it hadn't been a dream. The plane had crashed.
He sat up with alarm realizing he didn't see James, Carlos, or Logan around him. His vision spun dizzyingly and he clenched his eyes shut tightly before reopening them. He stood up, and immediately fell back down with a cry of pain. He looked down and pulled up his jeans leg and saw a great deal of blood and bruising on his leg. It was broken. He cursed and getting up again, he relied this time mainly on his left leg to support him across the beach.
He scanned the shoreline for any sign of his friends. God, I hope they're alive. They have to be! They wouldn't leave me. And Logan... He'd yelled at Logan, pressuring him when he knew it would do no good, quite the opposite. Kendall felt tears sting his eyes but he didn't let them fall, he didn't have time for that nonsense. He had to find his friends. And then he saw, like a golden ray of hope, lying in a crumpled heap in the sand, was Carlos.
"Carlos!" He yelled and went limping towards him, he collapsed beside his friend tapping the side of his cut face gently, "C'mon Carlos, wake up buddy..."
The boy stirred, his eyes flickering open he looked up at Kendall and said in a cracking, weak voice,
"Kendall?"
"Yeah buddy, it's me, are you okay?"
Carlos rubbed his head and sat up slowly, blinking away the blurred screen that had taken over his vision.
"Y-Yeah, I think... Where are James and Logan?" He asked suddenly.
Kendall swallowed worridly, "I don't know. Wanna look for them?"
Carlos nodded and using Kendall's shoulder for support he pulled himself to his feet.
"Not to sound wierd or anything..." Kendall began and Carlos stared at him questioningly, "But can I like- lean on you? My leg's broken."
Carlos nodded understanding, "Oh! Yeah, sure dude, whatever."
Together they made there way down the beach when they saw the sprawled figure of James, lying limp in the shallow water.
"James, James! You okay?" Carlos asked, running towards him, leaving Kendall to flop down in the sand glaring after Carlos as he crawled towards James mumbling curse words at Carlos.
"Carlos... Kendall! Are you guys okay?" James asked, waking up suddenly.
"Relatively." Kendall muttered making his way towards them.
"Are you okay?" Carlos asked, ignoring Kendall's mumbles.
"It depends." James said with a dramatic expression, he closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip he asked terrified, "How's the face?"
Kendall snorted and Carlos burst out laughing.
"It's still the Face don't worry, James." Kendall said.
James sighed deeply relieved, "Thank God... Now, the..." He looked afraid again, "Hair?"
Carlos and Kendall both bit back a laugh and exchanged mocking concerned faces and Carlos said dramatically,
"Well James, unfortunately, it's lost it's..." He looked away in false expression of sadness, "Lost it's volume!"
James sat up, feeling his hair and screamed to the sky, "NOOOOO!"
Carlos and Kendall both laughed and James then looked at them both horrified,
"Where's Logan?"
"We still gotta find him." Kendall said seriously.
Carlos helped James to his feet and both supported Kendall down the beach. They walked for about a mile before stopping their tracks.
Lying on his back in the shallow water, eyes closed, looking bruised and possibly broken, a stream of blood rushing down his head from somewhere underneath his hair, was Logan.
The guys went hurrying towards him, all dropping down on their knees beside him, trying desperately to stir him. Logan looked horrible, definitely the most injured having been in the front of the plane and Kendall remembered back to the spectacular nosedive the plane had made before he'd been rendered unconscious.
"Logan! Logan, wake up!"
"Logan... Wake up!"
Voices echoed in Logan's mind but he did not yet stir from his deep state of unconsciousness. His head pulsed with pain, and his body ached from various injuries all over it. He urged himself to wake up, he had to, his friends needed him.
Wake up! He told himself mentally, Logan, you have to wake up your friends could be hurt and you're the only one with enough sense to make sure they don't make it worse! So wake up and go help them out!
He prised his eyes open and stared up at a whirlwind of blurred figures and stars exploding over his vision.
"Logan? You okay, man?"
He squeezed his eyes shut again and when he opened them his view still spun, but he figured that being able to identify the blurred figures as his friends this time was a good sign. He stared up at them in confusion. This was all very strange for him. Smiles of relief broke across his friends faces at the sight of his awakening, and he said weakly,
"Are you guys okay?"
Kendall, Carlos, and James exchanged glances and decided together, "Kind of. You?"
"I'll be fine." Logan muttered, wiping the blood from his head and sitting up.
Sitting up so quickly had been a bad idea because blackness began once more closing in on the edges of his vision and he had to the grip Carlos's arm tightly to regain control. Upon doing so he realized something.
It was his fault they were here. He hadn't landed them safely. He'd hurt his friends. And he would never do that again.
