Okay, I can't promise this is amazing. I really struggled with it. In spite of that, I hope you find it enjoyable.

Kendall couldn't believe the sight before him. His closest friend lay on the starchy, white sheets of the hospital bed. He appeared even paler than usual, if that was possible. He looked awful. There was a large cast on his right arm and left leg. His head was stitched up and all his cuts and bruises had become more visible. Kendall thought he was going to be sick. He knew he caused this.

He pulled up a chair. He took his friend's hand.

"I'm sorry buddy, I messed up-Big time."

Kendall sat there, replaying that night's, or according to the clock, yesterday's events for about 20 minutes. Then he heard something, which, at that moment, was the world's most glorious sound to him.

"K…K…Kendall?" a weak voice rasped.

Kendall snapped his head toward the bed.

"Yeah, buddy, it's me." Kendall spoke with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry" Logan croaked, looking absolutely miserable.

"What are you sorry about!" Kendall exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"Obviously I messed something up. Where am I? I'm in a hospital! Are James and Carlos okay?" panicked Logan

"They're fine. You're the one we're worried about. Don't you remember what happened?"

"I remembered we were trying to pull off a prank. Something went wrong and we had to make a quick escape. I don't really remember much after that. I feel awful though."

Kendall felt even worse. Not only did Logan not remember what happened, but he never complained. When he did say something it usually meant it was about 10x worse than he let on. He passed Logan a glass of water.

"Let me call the doctor maybe he could give you something."

Kendall hit the button.

"You don't remember anything after that?"

"No, but I am a bit curious as to why I feel like I've been stomped on."

"You were hit by a car. We had to walk across Temple, and you were hit by a drunk driver, you're pretty much lucky to be alive right now."

"Wow. I guess I am pretty lucky. Am I, am I going to be alright?"

"The doctor said you should make a full recovery."

As if on cue the doctor came through the door.

"Hello Logan, good to see you awake. I'm . How are you feeling?"

"I guess I feel like most people do when they get run over."

The doctor laughed a quietly then turned to face Logan, a syringe in hand.

"This will help with some of the pain."

held up the needle. Kendall noticed Logan begin to shake. He remembered his friend's fear of shots.

"Excuse me, . Could our other friends visit before Logan gets the shot?"

The doctor found this to be an odd request, but nodded his consent and exited the room.

"Call me when he's ready."

Kendall got up and went into the hallway where the others were waiting for their turn to visit Logan.

"Hey guys, I know that we said we should go in one at a time, but Logan's awake and he needs a shot. Guys, he looks awful, and he said so too- you know that means it's bad. He doesn't remember much from last night. Anyways he needs us; you know needles scare him, because of his dad."

The guys nodded. Kendall needn't elaborate. The guys knew Mr. Mitchell was a messed up guy. He had once gotten angry and stuck Logan with sewing needles. He'd been terrified of them since.

"Well, we've gotta be there for him, especially since we're the ones who caused this. Let's go in there." James said sadly while stepping forward.

Kendall stuck out his arm and halted his friends.

"Guys, wait, there is something you should know. He looks really banged up. Be prepared."

The trio entered. James and Carlos gasped.

"Hey guys! Do I really look that awful?" rasped Logan in a failed attempt of humor.

"Hey buddy," said James, unable to stop the salty tears from cascading down his cheeks.

"Don't cry! Holy cow! I thought I was the one who messed up. I killed you guys' plan. Sorry." Logan supplied sheepishly.

"Hey, we're the ones who went wrong. We got you into this mess."

Logan shrugged.

"It really doesn't hurt that bad, honest," a wave of pain seemed to hit Logan at that precise moment and he grimaced, causing his face to completely betray what he had said.

The three healthy members of Big Time Rush shared a sad smile.

"You ready for the shot?" Carlos questioned gently

"I really don't want it. It's kind of embarrassing to explain at 16 years old you're afraid of shots, but…"

"Logan we're your best friends, you don't need to lie to us. You are obviously and understandably in a lot of pain right now. There is no use in hiding it." James said this while the other two nodded in agreement.

"Thanks guys."

Each gave him a gentle, manly-ish hug

Logan accepted the so called manly-ish hugs.

"Dude, we're being such sissies. All we have done is cried and hugged."

"Is it that hard to believe care about our brother?"Carlos questioned."

Logan smiled

"That is probably the corniest, and nicest thing I have ever heard"

The boys laughed. Kendall spoke.

"When did we turn into a big pile of mush?"

They laughed again.

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Kendall held Logan's hand when the doctor came with the shot. Logan closed his eyes and braced himself for impact.

The doctor was quick. Logan let out a squeal as it punctured his skin.

"He'll probably get sleepy and nod off for awhile."

The doctor wiped off the area and placed a small band-aid over it.

With that, Dr. Curtis left the room once more. Logan's eyes began to droop. And the last thing he saw was his friends before he fell into oblivion.

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An hour later the boys were strewn across the furniture inside the small hotel room. They had fallen asleep. It was a light sleep where they drifted in and out. Kendall woke when he heard mumbling. He searched for the source. He realized it was Logan, and he was talking in his sleep. At first it was nonsense, so Kendall thought little of it. Then, Logan said something that caught his attention.

"Not important," he murmured.

This piqued Kendall's interest and he continued listening.

"No talent…don't need me…worthless…"

Kendall's eyes went wide when he began to comprehend what Logan was talking about. He quickly roused Carlos and James and quietly told them to listen.

"Not important…not me…disposable…no talent"

Carlos looked alarmed.

"He can't seriously be thinking what I think he's saying."

"I sure hope not." James said, still in shock.

Kendall placed his head in his hands. Just a couple of hours ago he felt on top of the world, Logan was going to be fine. There wasn't going to be any lasting effects. Now, there was an obstacle standing in the way of their friendship. Logan didn't think he was important. Kendall wouldn't stand for that.

Okay, I know this wasn't my best. I struggled with this chapter. As always Reviews are appreciated- I want to know the good, the bad, and the ugly.

~Kaywells