A/N- Hey guys, BrittSmiles4BTR here! I'm back with another chapter. I'm really excited to share this with you guys! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback! I'm sorry it took so long to upload another chapter, I've been focusing so much on other things, I just haven't had the time. But, even though I will not be able to finish the story in time for the challenge, I still plan on finishing the story. This is not the end, there's plenty more to come. Thank you all so much!

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Chapter Two

The Breaking Point

Logan had been sick for twelve days.

He has spent the majority of the time in bed. He was feeling too sick to get up and he slept through most of their meals. He felt terrible for not being well enough to go to practice, but he was just lucky that Gustavo said he knew their dances well enough to perform it.

Logan sighed as he turned over in his bed. He didn't like worrying his friends, so on the thirteenth day he decided to make a "miraculous recovery", despite how terrible he was feeling.

The boys were ecstatic, but Mama Knight wasn't fully convinced that Logan was as "fine" as he claimed to be. She had to put it to the test, which is why she proclaimed that if Logan couldn't make it all the way through their final rehearsal before the show, she would make the executive decision to pull the entire performance. Not wanting to disappoint his friends, he tried to act as much as himself as humanly possible.

So, how did he end up with his head buried in a toilet in the middle of their rehearsal a day before he was supposed to perform? Not even the Big Time Brain could figure that out.

He really didn't know what happened. Gustavo had instructed them to spread apart, telling them he wanted to see the final dress rehearsal for "Love Me Love Me". Logan had only made it halfway through the song when he was hit with a spell of nausea. He excused himself to the restroom inside the break room.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he threw up everything he had eaten that morning, including his medicine.

Logan truly felt horrible. Throughout the duration of the week, his condition had gotten progressively worse. He had gone from barely managing to stumble through his daily routines and responsibilities to being too weak to do them all at.

His friends were beginning to worry; he had yet to even pick up his favorite book since he started it last week.

When the bathroom door opened and his three best friends slipped inside, he mentally cursed himself for not remembering to lock it. With his head buried in the toilet, it had caught him off guard when someone knelt down beside him. A gentle hand fluttered and rested atop his back as his body wracked with heaves.

"Logan," Kendall began when his smaller friend finished. Logan sat up and fell into Kendall's embrace. "Buddy, if you can't handle the rehearsal, how are you going to handle the show tomorrow?"

"I'm fine!" Logan objected. "It's just a little pre-show jitters. I feel better now!"

"Logan, you're sick." Carlos stated by the door way with James. "You need to rest and get better."

James draped an around Carlos' shoulders. "Carlitos is right; I think we're going to have to cancel the show."

Logan's head snapped up. "No!" He exclaimed, but let out a whimper when the sore spot on his head began to throb.

"Buddy, I don't like this anymore than you do, but you need to get better. I think over exerting yourself will only make you worse."

Kendall nodded at James, and the taller boy helped him guide Logan back to his feet. Logan tugged his right hand out of Kendall's grip, but only to place it over the sore spot around his eye as they walked him back to the break room.

Logan had fallen asleep on the couch.

Kendall was quick to call his mother to have her pick him up before he returned to rehearsal. Carlos and James waiting for him on stage and when he went up to them, Kendall was greeted by concerned faces. "How is he?" Carlos asked, anxiously wringing hands.

Kendall sighed. "He's asleep. He's really sick, guys." He, Carlos, and James all exchanged worried glances. It wasn't like Logan to get sick like this. Logan was always the healthy one. Everyone that knew Logan know that he rarely got sick, and that the times he did get sick, he got hit hard. They could only hope that Logan would start to feel like himself again, and even more so that they wouldn't be too mad at them for calling in Mama Knight as reinforcement.

Logan whined as he plopped into the passenger seat of Mrs. Knight's car. He had been woken none too gently from his nap. He was having the strangest dream about a purple duck that kept asking him for cinnamon rolls. It was weird, and he would have been happy for being waken up if he wasn't feeling so tired. As he slid the seatbelt over his chest, she slid into the driver's seat. She started the car and Logan let out a groan as his head began to throb. "I'm sorry, Mama Knight." He whimpered, suddenly feeling weaker than ever as he rested his head against the chair.

"Logan, being sick isn't your fault. I just wish you would tell me when you feel this way." She reached over and placed a hand to his forehead. It was cool to the touch, which was odd. The way he was acting and all of his symptoms all resembled that of a person suffering from the flu, but that came with a fever. She removed her hand and started the car. "Honey, I don't think you're well enough to-?"

"Mama Knight, please don't cancel the show." She pulled out of the parking lot as he was sitting up and when the car began to sway, he had to lean back at the massive wave of dizziness. "I don't want to ruin it for everyone. I over exerted myself today; now I know I can't go all out. But don't punish the guys because I can't learn from my mistakes."

She chuckled sadly. "Sweetheart, this isn't a punishment. You're not getting better and your show is tomorrow night." Logan only frowned. "Now I've made a doctor's appointment for you; they said they can take you in one hour. That gives us just enough time to swing by the Palmwoods, pick up Katie and head down there. Maybe if they can find out what wrong with you and give you medicine, we can consider it. But as of right now, you will not be doing the show."

Logan slumped in his chair. He would have been angry with Mrs. Knight, but he was feeling too terrible to hold any grudges. He crossed his arms and rested his head on the window. His hand never left the place over the sore parts of his eye and face as he fell into a much needed sleep.

It was time for the doctor to become the patient…

So, Logan's finally going to the doctor's. What do you guys think is wrong? What did you guys think of the second chapter? Did you hate it? Like it? Love it? Let me know; keeping leaving reviews in the review box! Or PM me, that works for me, too! It's really appreciated.

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