I went back and revised the last paragraph of chapter one, I agree it was too rushed. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Not much action happens, sorry if this disappoints you.

It'd been three hours since they had left the building. It'd been two and a half hours since his best friend in the entire world, his brother, had been seriously injured. Kendall couldn't remember a time when he'd felt this awful or this afraid. Logan may be on his death bed, and the last thing he had said to him was, "Don't be a scardy-cat."

Logan hadn't even wanted to be involved. If we had just listened to him, maybe none of this would have ever happened. Carlos thought this while he stared at his sneakers. Many people thought of Carlos as stupid or immature. Sometimes he doesn't think things through, but when it comes to family, which these guys were, he could get serious pretty fast.

James sat there. He had no idea what to do. He felt awful. He remembered that he was the one to pressure Logan into going along with the idea. They had been told nothing. Once they arrived Kendall called his mom. Katie and Mrs. Knight had come, both sobbing. They had just left about thirty minutes ago. Kendall told them there was no sense waiting here versus at home. He then assured her that he would call here the second they heard anything. After they left, came the second scariest part of the night. Something happened that he could count the times he had witnessed it on one hand in his whole life, and every time he saw it, it shook him to the core. Kendall was crying, no sobbing. This scared James more than he'd ever let on.

A tall man in a long white coat entered the room. No emotion showed in his expression, complete poker face.

"Logan Mitchell!"

The boys sprung from their seat. Adrenaline pumped through their veins as they awaited news, any news at all on their friend.

The doctor looked skeptical then spoke, "Are you family?"

They shared a glance and Carlos spoke up.

"We're his brothers."

"Why aren't his parents here?"

The doctor assumed that if one were to find out their son was seriously injured, they'd be at the hospital in minutes. This case, well this case was different. Logan's father had left his family seven years ago, and had not attempted to contact them since. Before that, the man had been abusive and Logan couldn't stand him, yet it still hit him hard when he left. As always, they boys had been there to help him through it. Logan's mother became withdrawn after her husband left. She worked a lot and spent little time with her only son. She never really did anything for him. Logan shoveled walkways and raked lawns for hockey equipment money. They merely slept in the same house, and most of the time Logan stayed with one of them anyways. None of the boys bothered to call her. They knew she wouldn't show up, and on the off chance she'd spare money for a flight to LA all she would do is tell Logan it was his fault. They wouldn't stand for it. Kendall thought quickly.

"Hi- Our mom was here earlier. Our younger sister was tired, so I convinced her to go home and wait for news there. I'll call her if you want."

"Yes, I can't tell you anything until I talk to her. What about your father?"

"We don't have one." Said James.

In some senses it was true. In LA they had Kendall's mom, but no real father figure. Both James and Carlos had fathers, who they were close to, and Kendall's dad wasn't a bad guy, he just did a lot of business traveling, so it didn't make sense for him to move to LA with them. But, as far as a father here, none existed.

The doctor looked disappointed for a moment. What kind of father leaves five kids, he thought.

"Okay, as soon as I talk to your mother, I'll be able to tell you what I know."

"Thank you, Doctor," James piped up.

The doctor nodded and turned around, walking off in the other direction.

Kendall called his mother, explaining the situation, and that she would pretend she was James, Carlos and Logan's mother as well. Being who she was, she understood. The boys were like her sons anyways. When she heard the news about Logan, it hit her just as hard as it would've had it been Kendall or Katie. She woke Katie and jumped into the car, where they sped off toward the hospital.

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Katie and the boys all stared at the door. Mrs. Knight had gone in their 10 minutes ago. They were waiting for her to come back. That way they would know their friend's condition. Kendall sprung from his seat and began to pace in front of them.

"My fault," he murmured.

"No, it was all of our faults," supplied Carlos

"You didn't make fun of him for not wanting to cross the road!" exclaimed Kendall

They remained silent, not knowing what to say to that. All except Kendall, who continued his pacing, resumed staring at the door. Several agonizing minutes later, the door opened and a teary-eyed Mrs. Knight exited. The boys looked up and she enveloped Katie and Kendall in a hug. She turned and hugged both Carlos and James, which they gratefully accepted. She then sat down, and waited for the doctor to share with the boys the news he had just broken to her.

"Your brother is in critical, but stable condition. He has several cracked ribs, a broken leg, and a broken arm. Also, he hit his head pretty hard. After I take a CAT scan I can tell you whether or not he's in the clear for brain damage. There is a chance of internal bleeding, but again, I won't be able to tell you too much until I finish running some more tests. It's pretty amazing he's doing so well after what happened. That sure is a strong boy."

"Thank you"

"It should only be another hour until I have my results and I can fill you in."

The group nodded. Nobody said anything. They returned to the stare-at-your-shoes tactic once more. They spent the entire hour in silence. Each refusing to meet another's eye.

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The friends nearly fell out of their seats when the doctor once again entered the waiting room; smiling. Hope soared inside each of them. They were hoping that this meant good news. Their friend would be okay, wouldn't he?

"I've got some good news. No swelling in the brain, so damage is highly unlikely. Also, it appears there is little internal bleeding, and it's quite fixable. He is in a medically induced coma and could wake up at any minute. He'll have limited mobility and will be sore for quite a while. Other than that he should make a full recovery."

The boys were so happy. They could be seen yelling, hugging, and high-fiving in the waiting area.

"Can we see him?"

"Normally, I don't allow visitors to such patients right away, but I think he needs you boys, his friends. Room 210"

"You knew?"

"Yeah, at first I didn't, but then it started to not make sense, but I figured you guys had to be close to lie about it." The doctor smiled.

The boys smiled at one another, before rushing towards 210.

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"Only one of us should go in at a time. What if he wakes up? He won't be feeling his best as is, he doesn't need to be overwhelmed."

"Carlos is right. Kendall, I think you should go in, your closer friends with him than either of us." James said this with a sad smile

"What if he hates me? I mean I laughed at him for being nervous, and then he got hit by a car. He could have died."

"Kendall, Logan is the most loyal, patient, level-headed, forgiving guy you'll ever meet," reasoned Carlos

"Even if I don't deserve it…," mumbled Kendall as he opened the door.

Thoughts? What you liked? What you didn't like? How I can make it better? Thanks again to my reviewers. (Totally agree with Miss Fenway on the fact I love Logan and that the Red Sox are the best team in baseball- hooray Fenway Faithful!) I appreciate you taking your time to give me your input!

~Kaywells