Chapter Three

Mrs. Knight stood impatiently behind a slow talking man as she waited to get to the reception's desk. She already knew that Kendall was ok; the doctor said that he had a few minor cuts and bruises, but since she was the guardian of his friends, she needed to go down to the hospital. After looking after the three other boys, she felt as if they were her own children and she needed to know what was wrong with them now. But the doctor wouldn't say anything over the phone.

"Oh come on," Mrs. Knight muttered under her breath as the person in front of her continued to talk with the receptionist. After a few more seconds she got fed up with it and shoved the guy aside. "What she's trying to tell you is that there is no patient of that name here! So move aside so I can check on my boys!" she turned back to the receptionist. "I'm looking for information on Logan Mitchell, James Diamond, and Carlos Garcia."

"Are you any of their mothers?" the receptionist asked in an icy tone, probably pissed off at the fact that she had butted into a conversation.

"No, I'm Kendall Knight's mother," Mrs. Knight replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "But I'm the-"

"I'm sorry, but as of right now I can only release that information to their immediate families." The receptionist replied and went back to her paper work. Mrs. Knight stood there and the receptionist sighed, lifting her head back up. "Yes?"

"I'm not leaving until I get the information on them that I need to know." Mrs. Knight insisted.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but as I said before, I can only release that information to their immediate families." The receptionist replied forcefully.

Mrs. Knight glared at the receptionist for a few more moments before following the direction that Katie walked in. Every time she came to a hallway, she stopped and looked both ways to see if she could find any signs of her children before continuing. Finally at the end of the long hallway, Mrs. Knight spotted her daughter tightly hugging her son. She let out a breath of relief before rushing over to him and grabbing him into her arms in a tight hug. She remembered the last time that she felt his way.

Kendall had been six, and it was a short time period Katie was born. He, James, Logan, and Carlos had been swimming at the lake, and Mr. and Mrs. Knight were watching them for the day, sitting back on the sand. Being 8 months pregnant, Mrs. Knight wasn't very fond of having to go to the lake and just sit there, but she had a feeling, later she called it mother's intuition, that she needed to be there that day. So there she was sitting on the sand next to her husband, reading a book when Kendall's friends had started calling his name.

Mr. Knight was up and running towards the water in a flash as Mrs. Knight got up as fast as she could and waddled over to where the three boys were looking around frantically. "What's going on?" Mrs. Knight gasped as she grabbed onto Carlos' shoulders. He was always the most sensitive one and was already crying a storm when Mrs. Knight got there.

"We were seeing how long we could hold our breath under water and Kendall still hasn't come up yet." He had wailed eyes wide with fear.

It was then that Mrs. Knight's heart felt as if it was going to explode, the fear that she was feeling was evident as her heart was beating like crazy. She scanned the lake, looking for her husband, holding her breath. She didn't let it go until Kendall was back on dry land and her husband had assured her that he was ok. But that didn't stop the scared feeling she got knowing that she was close to losing her son.

Now that she was holding her son in her arms, Mrs. Knight knew that there was never a worse feeling than knowing that your child could lose their life before they were able to experience anything.

"Kendall," Mrs. Knight whispered as she held her son at arm's length and brushed his hair off his forehead. "How is everybody?" Katie stood off to the side, sort of uncomfortable as she had never seen her brother cry before.

"I don't know," Kendall stated to babble, still crying. "James is hurt…but not as bad as Logan and Carlos. I think they're in comas, I don't know, no one will tell me anything."

"Honey, why didn't you just call me to get a ride home?" Mrs. Knight was now crying too.

"Because I knew that you would be mad that I broke curfew." Kendall pressed his face against his mother's shoulder.

"I wouldn't have gotten mad, Kendall. I would have-"

"Mom," Kendall interrupted. "You would have been mad. You're a mother; of course you would have been mad. And because I thought that you would get mad I was afraid that I would get in trouble if we came home late, so I drove home." A tear slid down his cheek, his eyes were red and puffy and he had a headache. "God, I wish I had called you mom."


A/N: Another angst filled chapter. I wanted to show what was going on with the Knight's before I got to the interactions with Carlos, James, and Logan. I hope you guys liked it.

-Riley