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The Big Time Rush mobile was flipped onto its right side. That's the first thing Carlos noticed when he woke up. The second thing Carlos noticed was the intense pain coming from his right shoulder.

The next thing he noticed. Glass was everywhere.

"G-guys?" he whispered, hoping that someone would answer him.

But no answer. Maybe his friends didn't hear him. "J-James? Kendall? Logan?" Carlos asked, a little bit louder than a whisper this time.

But still nothing.

And that's when he noticed the last thing. His friends were unconscious. At least, he was hoping that they were just unconscious and nothing more.

He shifted a little, but regretted that action as he hissed in pain in response to what felt like millions of daggers stabbing Carlos' shoulder. He whimpered a bit, but stopped when he heard a noise.

"James?" Carlos asked when he heard a familiar noise coming from the seat in front of him. "James are you awake?"

"Carlos?" James groaned. That's good. Carlos could at least confirm that James was not only alive, but was also awake. "Carlos are you okay?"

Carlos nodded, but stopped when he realized that his brunette friend wouldn't be able to see him. "Y-yeah...just a hurt shoulder, I think. You?"

"Same," James answered, pain evident in his voice. "And...and I think I'm bleeding..."

Carlos' eyes widened. "H-how much? Where? Are you-"

"Carlos," James' voice stopped the Latino from continuing. James sighed as he continued speaking. "It's nothing bad. G-glass cut my face...and arms. But I'm okay. I swear. What about Kendall and Logan..."

"Logan hasn't woken up yet," Carlos said, his voice laced with nothing but fear at the sight of blood dripping from Logan's body. "Kendall hasn't either, has he?"

James slowly moved his neck, careful not to hurt himself more than he already had, and looked at Kendall's unconscious form. "N-no," James finally answered. He continued looking at Kendall, trying to see if his blonde friend had any serious injuries. "I-I think he hit his head..." he told Carlos. "H-he's bleeding."

Carlos was silent, which worried James. He was afraid that his shorter friend had gone unconscious. "Carlos?" James called out with a shaky voice.

There was still silence, causing James to panic, until he heard a sob.

"Carlos?" James asked. "What's wrong, buddy?"

Carlos sucked in a deep breath. "L-Logan," he sobbed out.

James was telling himself not to freak out. Being scared could only scare Carlos even more. He had to at least pretend to be calm. He couldn't let Carlos become more afraid than he already was.

"What about Logan?" James asked. "What's wrong with him?" James was surprised that his voice didn't crack or waver. He was calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was already breaking down and he didn't even know what was wrong.

"I...I don't think he can breathe," Carlos choked out. It was so hard for him to say that sentence. Why can't Logan breathe?

James was about to ask what Carlos meant, but once the car was silent, he realized what the little guy was talking about. James wanted to slap himself. How did he not hear that before?

The sounds of Logan's loud wheezes filled the car. James could do nothing but be relieved that Logan was unconscious for that. His breathing sounded so painful. Logan was having difficulty doing something as easy and instinctive as breathing, and if he were awake, Logan would be freaking out.

James listened as Logan painfully sucked in breaths. He struggled to get his phone out of his pocket, but it was useless. James couldn't reach the phone in his pocket in the position he was in. "Carlos? Do you have your phone?"

"Yeah," Carlos answered as he reached for the right front pocket of his jeans. He hissed in pain, holding back a cry as he felt his entire right arm flare up. He whimpered as his arm throbbed, the worst amount of pain coming from his shoulder.

James winced at Carlos' pain. "Never mind, Carlos," he said, not wanting Carlos to hurt himself again. "I'll see if Kendall has his phone near by."

James used his left hand and reached into Kendall's pocket. He wanted to jump for joy when he felt the piece of plastic. He quickly pulled out the phone, ignoring the "Missed Call" notice flashing on the phone, and dialed 911. "Carlos," James said as he dialed. "Check what else might be wrong with Logan."

Carlos quickly obeyed. He reached out his left hand to touch Logan, but stopped midway. He didn't know what to do, or even what to look for. The only person that knew how to do that was Logan. Carlos gasped as realization hit him. He couldn't help Logan.

Carlos' mind was racing as he heard James speaking frantically on the phone. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do," Carlos kept chanting to himself. The only thing he could think of doing was reaching his hand out and holding one of Logan's. One of Logan's limp, cold hands. "It's gonna be okay, Logie," he whispered to his unconscious friend.

James got off the phone and looked towards Kendall's direction. "I think Kendall's waking up," James announced when he saw Kendall's fingers twitch. "Kendall," James urged. "C'mon. Wake up."

Those few seconds felt like hours as Kendall eventually obeyed. His eyelids slowly split open, revealing a dazed look in his eyes.

"You with us, buddy?" James asked, noticing Kendall's eyes darting around the car.

"Wh-what...? Where...?" Kendall tried to ask, but complete sentences couldn't be formed right now.

"We were in an accident," James answered. "Try not to move yourself too much because you might have a concussion and who knows what else." James figured it wouldn't hurt to play leader right now, seeing how their leader was hurt much worse than he was.

"I-is everyone...okay?" Kendall asked. James wanted to roll his eyes. Leave it to Kendall to ask about everyone's well-being after waking up with a possible concussion.

"James and I are okay," Carlos answered. Okay on the outside...

Kendall's eyes widened. "Logan. What about Logan?"

"He hasn't woken up yet," James answered quickly. "But he's alive." He's alive. He's alive. He's alive...but looks so dead...

Kendall visibly relaxed at the statement. "I-I tried to avoid him...I-I'm sorry..."

"I know," James said, knowing that Kendall was talking about the driver that hit them. "It's not your fault." James was extremely angry at Kendall's statement. Was he mad at the driver of the other car, or was he mad at Kendall for blaming himself? James wasn't too sure. He was probably mad at both.

"My head hurts," Kendall complained. "Am...am I bleeding?"

"Yeah," James answered truthfully. "I already called an ambulance. We'll get to the hospital soon."

Kendall groaned in pain. He just wanted to go away. Away from here. He and his best friends should be at home, chilling around on the orange couch, not waiting for help in a car that they most likely won't be ever able to drive again.

James noticed the blonde's discomfort. "I know it hurts Kendall, but just hold on," James said in the nicest way possible. "Everything will be okay."

For his friends' sakes he prayed everything would be okay.

James sighed. "Carlos. You and Logan still okay?"

"I'm fine," Carlos answered. "Logan's the same. Is he gonna wake up soon?"

"Yeah," James answered. "Don't worry. Logan will be just fine."

"Kendall," Carlos said as he noticed the blonde's head bobbing to the side.

James gently tapped Kendall, who was falling asleep. "Not yet, Kendall," James commanded. "Stay awake. You know you can't sleep with a concussion."

Kendall nodded. "S'rry," he slurred.

James heard a strangled gasp, and quickly assumed that it was Carlos. But when he heard Carlos quietly say something, James realized that wasn't the case.

"Logan!" Carlos cried out, forgetting Kendall's head injury. The blonde jumped as the increase of volume made his head throb in pain.

Logan's eyes slowly opened. He wasn't moving, but just seeing that Logan was awake made Carlos a little happy.

That is, until Logan's right hand pulled itself away from Carlos' grasp and clutched his chest in pain, desperately trying to inhale sweet oxygen. Logan's eyes widened as he was hit with shortness of breath. It just felt so uncomfortable.

"Logan!" Carlos cried out, this time allowing tears to fall from his eyes. "It's okay Logan. Just try and calm down. Please?"

But nothing. Logan continued his desperate struggle to breathe.

James sighed in frustration. His three best friends were hurt and he couldn't do anything. He slowly turned around, ignoring the pain, to face his two friends in the backseat. "Logan. Look at me," James commanded. Logan wasn't looking at him. Logan wasn't really looking at anything. His glazed eyes stared right past James.

"Wh-why is he like that?" James heard Kendall ask weakly.

Logan's grip on his chest loosened before he fell unconscious again.

James stared at his pale friend. Logan had always been pale, which James would occasionally make fun of him for. No amount of sunlight could give him even the slightest tan. But now, Logan's paleness could make anyone sick.

"Logan!" Carlos yelled at his very still friend. He could still hear Logan's wheezes, and Carlos knew that was a good thing, because at least Logan was still breathing. But he also knew it was a bad thing, because he knew that it was becoming harder for Logan to breathe and if they didn't get help soon...Logan might stop breathing.

"L-Log'n?" Kendall slurred as he asked for his friend. His eyes drooped a little before he felt James smack him gently.

"Stay awake!" James commanded, being louder than he originally intended.

"But I'm tired," Kendall weakly complained. He shifted uncomfortably.

"I know," James responded. His voice was extremely gentle, a voice Kendall hadn't heard James use in a long time. "I know you are, but when we get to the hospital I promise that you can sleep as much as you want, okay?"

"Okay," Kendall responded, too tired to protest.

James wracked his brain for ideas to keep Kendall talking. "Wh-what else hurts, buddy?" he finally asked, not only to keep the blonde awake, but for James to also see if there was anything he could do to help Kendall.

Kendall took a while in responding. James figured it was because of the concussion. Kendall groaned. "M-my head..."

"I know you're head hurts," James patiently said to him. "Is there anything else?"

Kendall nodded, though it was hard for him to do that because of the position the flipped car had put them in. "I-I think I got cut..."

"On your head?" James asked.

"No," Kendall said quietly. "Arms...neck..."

"Okay," James breathed out. "Just hang on, okay? An ambulance will be here soon," he said with all optimism.

"Okay," Kendall muttered.

While James tried to keep Kendall awake, Carlos was trying to get Logan to wake up again. "Logie," Carlos said as he nudged Logan's shoulder. "Logie wake up. Please wake up. Everything will be okay, you just gotta wake up..."

But Logan wasn't ready to wake up.

Carlos could say that this had to be the scariest night of his life.

Loud sirens were accompanied by bright lights suddenly coming into view, and James quickly recognized the blue, red, and white lights as part of an ambulance.

"See Kendall," James said excitedly as he saw the ambulance come closer. "I told you help would come soon." James let out a humorless laugh.

But the only sound James heard was the sound of Carlos sniffling.

James' eyes widened as he looked to his blonde friend. "Kendall!"

Well here it is! *nervous laugh* another cliffhanger. But admit it. It's not as bad as the first chapter, right? So now the question is: What's wrong with Logan? :O

Only I know *laughs evily*

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