Sorry it took so long for me to upload this! I didn't get to finish this chapter until recently because my school musical was taking all of my time! :P Now that it's over, though, hopefully I'll get to spend more time on this! :) I'm a little worried about this chapter but I hope you like it! Here you go! Chapter 2! Once again I do not own the band BTR, the show, or any of their music! Thanks!

…Break through the ceiling now

It's time to hit the clouds

Kendall had noticed that James hadn't stopped walking forward, but he didn't think much of it. He knew that James liked to get as much attention as possible. And the pretty boy of the band obviously knew that if he walked closer to the crowd, the fans would cheer even louder for him.

Or at least Kendall thought that was James' reasoning, until he saw one of his feet step over the edge of the stage. He realized what was about to happen and rushed to get to his friend in time.

And now we ain't comin d-

Kendall's quick movement drew the attention of the other two boys, who stopped singing right away.

"James," Logan yelled in horror, followed by Carlos' "Oh my-", as he masked his eyes with his hand.

Just as James' second foot stepped off of the platform, Kendall dove for his hands, attempting to grab them before his friend was out of reaching distance. He grasped only air, though, as James crashed to the floor in front of the stage.

Carlos slowly took his hands away from his eyes, allowing everyone in the audience to view his tears welling up. He stared at the empty stage in front of him. The space that James had occupied just a second before was now vacant. Kendall was nowhere to be seen, and Carlos' mind started thinking the worst. Had the fall killed James? Had Kendall caught James by the hands at the last second but been pulled off the stage along with him? Was Kendall dead, too?

Carlos' breathing started to quicken and he let multiple tears fall from his eyes. He was so lost in fear that he barely noticed when Logan appeared next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

As if reading Carlos' avalanche of thoughts and questions, he stated, "Kendall's fine."

Logan didn't take his eyes away from the edge of the stage, though. Although his words were somewhat reassuring, they didn't completely calm Carlos. He still had so many questions, and one in particular that needed to be asked.

"What about James?"

"I don't know," was all that he got from Logan, who seemed to also be lost in thought, "I don't know."

With that, the two black-haired boys went to find a backstage set of stairs.

Kendall, still kneeling at the edge of the stage, stared down in shock at James' still body lying on the floor below him. After what seemed like hours, when in reality it had only been about two minutes, Kendall got to his feet and ran for the stairs on the side of stage left.

It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the stairs that he realized the havoc that had erupted within the audience. The thousands of fans who had come prepared to enjoy themselves that night had created a mob. They were slowly moving forward and a swarm of security guards had been forced to form a barricade around the area in front of the stage.

Kendall pushed his way through the crowd on the side of the stage he had descended from. A few of the security guards saw him coming and waved him forward. When he reached them, they made a small part, and allowed him to squeeze through it.

Once again, the tall blonde got down on his knees, taking in the sight before him. James was sprawled out on the floor, but his right arm was partially caught underneath his side and back. He figured that there was something wrong with it, because of the awkward position it was in. There were a few cuts on the visible side of James' face. He also noticed a small puddle of blood inching out from underneath the back of his friend's head.

"Somebody, call the paramedics," he yelled the order, not because he thought it hadn't been done, but because he needed to make sure it had.

"Excuse me," Kendall looked up at the sound of Logan's voice coming from the crowd. Shortly after, he appeared through another part in the line of security guards. Carlos followed him through the gap, and turned to apologize to the crowd of people who were being excluded.

Carlos bent over and went to shake James' free arm, to see if he responded. Logan grabbed him before he could, though.

"Don't," Logan warned. "You could hurt him more than he already is."

"Oh, Sorry," Carlos shrunk away from the motionless brunette, and Logan knelt down on the floor beside Kendall.

The two other boys watched as the friend with the most medical knowledge carefully placed two fingers on James' neck to check his pulse.

"Is he-," Kendall started to ask the question everyone wanted to know the answer to, but choked on the last word.

"He's alive," Logan sighed in semi-relief. He knew that even though James's heart was beating and he was breathing, there could still be serious injuries. He didn't mention this to his friends, though. Not yet.

"Are," Carlos hesitated, "Are arms supposed to bend that way?"

"No. My guess is it's broken, or the shoulder's dislocated," Logan said, as he took in the rest of James' injuries.

"What's taking them so long," Kendall asked in frustration, as he stood up and started to pace back and forth in the little space he had.

As if on cue, one of the security guards who were lined up turned to the boys.

"The paramedics are on their way, but they say they need to know what's wrong with him," he told them.

"What's wrong with him?" Carlos and Kendall repeated, astonished at the question.

The security guard offered up the phone, first to the two boys standing, but when Logan reached up to take it, he nodded and passed it down.

"Hey," Logan held the phone up to his right ear and pinched his left with his other hand so that he could hear better.

Hello, who is this I'm talking to?

"Logan Mitchell. I'm one of James' friends and a member of Big Time Rush."

Maybe it would be better if you passed the phone to someone more fit to assess James' injuries. That would preferably be an adult with medical training.

"I'll have you know, I happen to be very educated when it comes to medical issues. Actually, if I wasn't a part of a band, I'd be studying to become a doctor," Logan answered, irritated that the paramedic didn't trust him to explain James' visible injuries.

The paramedic could tell that the boy he was talking to on the other end of the phone was becoming annoyed. Because of this, he continued without further questioning.

Okay, Logan. I'm going to need you to list off your friend's injuries.

"It looks like his right arm is either broken or the shoulder is dislocated. He's got multiple cuts along his face and-"

"Logan," Kendall cut him off, pointing towards the small pool of blood collecting under James' head.

"And I'm assuming he has a head injury. He's unconscious and is bleeding from the back of his head."

Alright Logan, I'm going to need you to stay with James until we arrive. Don't let anyone move him, especially not his head. We should be there in under 5 minutes.

"Thanks," the boy with the spiky black hair took the phone away from his ear and handed it back to the security guard. "They should be here soon."

It seemed like an eternity before the sound of sirens could be heard blasting through the crowd. Shortly after Logan had gotten off the phone, an announcement had been made that anyone who was not related to or directly linked to the band should leave the park. Of course, it would take more than 5 minutes to clear the park completely of all of Big Time Rush's fans, especially after such commotion had been stirred. The tight line of security guards in front of the band had loosened a bit, though, and the crowd had backed off considerably.

Carlos had to stand on the tips of his toes to catch a glance of the ambulance, as the bunch of fans slowly parted. He knew that it was there, but since the whole situation seemed like a dream, he wanted to make sure he wasn't imagining it.

The ambulance stopped a few feet away from the group of boys and Carlos was suddenly filled with a burst of energy. Always wanting to be helpful, he rushed up to the back of the stopped vehicle without thinking, and was promptly knocked out of the way by the opening doors. He stumbled backwards, but was able to catch himself before he fell over.

"Watch out, kid," Carlos turned to see two men pulling a gurney out of the back of the ambulance. They sped past, without paying any more attention to him. Another two paramedics got out from inside of the ambulance and ran in the direction of the body lying on the floor.

"Finally," Kendall stopped pacing and stood still to watch the paramedics at work. He couldn't pick up exactly what they were doing, but he assumed they were checking James' vitals.

"They're lifting his head," Carlos nudged Logan and gave him a worried look. "Why are they moving his head?"

"They're just repositioning it so that they can put on a cervical collar," Logan explained.

Carlos' glance at the paramedics, and then back to Logan, made it clear that he did not understand. At this point, the younger member of the band was bouncing up and down from anxiety.

"It's so that they don't cause any more damage while he's being moved."

Carlos nodded and opened his mouth as if he had another question to ask. He closed it, though, when one of the medical experts walked over to them.

"Are any of you Logan Mitchell?" the paramedic, who was only a bit taller than Carlos, asked.

Logan raised his hand and the young paramedic took a step towards him.

"I'm going to need you to tell me briefly, what happened, without leaving out any details which may seem important." Logan was able to piece together that this paramedic had not been in the position as long as the others, and was not yet to be trusted with the hands-on work, by the way his statement was worded.

As the three boys stood, explaining the strange behavior of James during the concert and how he had practically walked right off the stage, the paramedic's brow furrowed. The whole thing just seemed odd.

After a few minutes of discussing what had happened, the paramedic thanked the boys and walked back to the ambulance. Kendall, Logan, and Carlos turned around just in time to see James, on a gurney, being lifted inside. The doors to the vehicle were then closed and the ambulance sped away, through the now less populated crowd, leaving the three remaining band members standing with worried faces, in front of the stage.