A/N: And here is Chapter 2: Survivors. I want to thank everyone for reading this. I know it's a depressing read, but knowing that people are reading this and I can help spread awareness. Because this affects everyone, whether you know someone who's died or have survived yourself, or even if you just hear about it.
Warning: Death, self harm, TRIGGER WARNING for future notice.
Disclaimer: Still not owning them…
Red and blue lights were everywhere. The sky was dark and the only color came from those lights. There was a sharp pain in his left shoulder and he couldn't breathe. He tried to move, but found out he couldn't. He moved his eyes to look at the three other boys in the car. He could vaguely make out their bodies, still strapped in seat belts.
He could vaguely make out the voices of emergency workers. He heard "We have to flip the car!" and then he realized they were flipped upside down. All the windows were missing and they were all being held in place by their seatbelts.
The teen breathed a sigh of relief that they were all wearing seatbelts. If they hadn't…. He shuddered violently before screaming in pain. He heard a sudden flurry of movement around the car and heard people screaming about them being alive. It took him a minute to remember what had happened. Logan screaming. The truck that was coming towards them. The sudden rush of darkness as he blacked out.
All of a sudden, he heard a loud crunch and was blinded by a flashlight. He squinted against the light in his eyes and he heard the person above him scream for a medic. The person leaned over him. "You're going to be fine, son. Can you hear me? What's your name?"
The medic was asking more questions than the teen could answer. "I'm Kendall. Kendall Knight. You have to save my brothers, please!"
Kendall began to panic. He couldn't lose his brothers. Not now. They had been through too much for him to lose any of them. He began struggling against the now annoying seatbelt.
The paramedic placed a firm hand on his chest. "Relax, son. We're going to get you out then get your brothers. How many more are there in the car?"
Kendall looked at the man with scared eyes. "Th..three. James, the taller one, Logan the driver and then Carlos the Hispanic one. Don't let them die."
The man just nodded and moved for the EMT who had arrived with a stretcher. "What hurts, son?"
Kendall looked at the man who had asked the question. "Mostly my left shoulder. And I can't move my neck or body. Will I be paralyzed?"
The EMT looked at Kendall and smiled. "You should be fine. I can see from here that glass from the windshield is embedded in your shoulder. As for your body, I can't tell you anything for sure. But my best theory is that you slipped a disc in your neck on impact and it's pressing on your spinal cord. Two quick surgeries and you'll be fine."
Kendall nodded and winced as he was lifted from the car and placed onto a stretcher. He was pushed towards a waiting ambulance. He looked at the scene and he nearly vomited. Their car was crumpled like a piece of paper and there was glass all over the highway. The front of the pick-up truck was smashed in and looked like it had been on fire. The truck had slammed head on with the guys and had nearly gone right through the car.
Kendall could see the pool of gasoline between the cars. He looked harder and saw that something darker was mixed in. He followed the darker liquid and saw that it was coming from under their car. He knew right away it was their blood. Seeing the scene mixed with seeing the blood of him and his three brothers on the pavement made Kendall lose it. He vomited all the contents of his stomach right off the gurney, not caring who saw.
When he was finished, he risked another look. And he wished he hadn't. From a minuscule gap between the two cars, they pulled out the driver of the truck. His body was burned and mangled. You could barely tell it was a person. Kendall only watched in silence as they took some blood from him and dropped him in a body bag. Kendall closed his eyes and prayed to every god that ever existed that his friends wouldn't end up in a bag like that.
Kendall suddenly felt something burning hit his skin and he screamed. He looked over at his shoulder and saw that it was foaming like a rabid animal. The EMT held him down.
"It's ok, I swear. I poured an antiseptic on it to clean the blood away so we can see how bad it really is. So, we will be cutting your shirt off, ok?" Kendall bit his lip and nodded. He just wanted the burning to end. As the medics began to cut his shirt off, he heard a scream that sounded like Logan. He turned his head and saw his short friend getting pulled out of the car.
Kendall was heartbroken. Logan's shirt was shredded and his chest was filled with bloody holes from where shards of glass tore through his skin. He was whimpering like a beaten puppy and every sound tore Kendall's heart apart. Soon, Logan was next to him, crying out as the EMTs began to pull pieces of glass from his torso. Kendall wanted to hold Logan and tell him everything was going to be ok. But he wasn't sure if it was.
"Logan, they're gonna be ok. They have to be, right?" Kendall asked the spiky-haired teen. Logan turned his face towards the blond and looked into his emerald eyes. "I really hope so, Kendall. I don't know how I could live if they were dead." Kendall could see the pain and truth behind those brown eyes of his. He smiled meagerly. "They're going to be ok. I'm not going to let them die."
Kendall's words seemed to calm the brunet and Logan visibly relaxed his muscles. "How do you feel, Kendall? You don't look as bad as I do." Logan said, wincing as more glass was pulled out. Kendall frowned.
"My shoulder is pretty mangled. It's full of glass and they say I need surgery to fix it. And I need neck surgery because I slipped a disc in my neck and I'm now paralyzed. But I'm fine otherwise," he said dully. Logan's face grew worried again.
"You're going to be fine, I swear. If I have to do the surgery myself, you're not going to be paralyzed." Logan said, starting to hyperventilate. Kendall looked at him. "Relax. Besides, I don't matter right now. The only people that matter right now are James and Carlos because they're still smashed under the car."
Something in the blond boy's words clicked in Logan's head and he fell silent. He reached over and took Kendall's hand in his and squeezed it slightly. The only sounds that he made were small cries of pain from the glass. Around them, lights flashed and traffic was redirected by police officers shouting loudly at each other. Every now and then, a radio would crackle with codes or a news helicopter would fly over, broadcasting the scene to all of Los Angeles. And through it all, the two extracted teens lay still on their gurneys, watching the scene in front of them. They knew it could take hours to free James and Carlos, but they weren't going anywhere without them. Dead or alive, they had to see their friends get out of the car.
A/N: Logan and Kendall are ALIVE! But Logan looks like he was stabbed with tiny pellets and Kendall can't even move. What will happen to our survivors? Will we have any more survivors, or has BTR been split in half? Find out in Chapter 3: Waiting.