I had no idea what to do with this chapter! I kept writing it so that a) Kendall beat Jimmy up so bad there was no way he wouldn't be imprisoned or b) It was horrendously boring and repetitive. So I hope this is a happy medium.

PS I don't own E-Trade (or I'd be rich) or a skateboarding dog (sob)

"Are you family of Logan Mitchell?" A doctor, classically clad in a white lab coat with pocket protector and stethoscope, asked the boys, who were currently the only people in the ER waiting room.

"Yes," Kendall lied. His friends sent him thankful looks. They had to know how Logan was, the waiting was killing them.

"Are your parents here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow before going back to study his clipboard. All three boys inwardly slapped themselves. During all the fear and worry, they had completely forgotten about their families. Suddenly, James was six-years-old and wanting nothing more for his mom to sit him in her lap and tell him everything would be okay. A sob caught in his throat, strangling him. He held it back. Now was not the time to cry. He had to be strong.

"They're on their way," Kendall lied seamlessly, reaching his hand smoothly into his back pocket to text his mom. 'Come. At ER,' he typed in quickly, knowing she would be there in ten minutes. "Our mom will be here soon."

The doctor sighed, "I'll be back, then. I can't tell you anything without Logan's legal guardian present." At the sight of their distressed faces, he added, "I'll return shortly." He left the room.

As it turned out, a hysterical Mrs. Knight burst through the doors in five minutes, making it painfully obvious she had broken the speed limits multiple times in her beaten up minivan. They could see the relief pass over her face as she laid eyes on Kendall. Then, panic flooded back into her eyes as she counted three boys instead of the usual four. "Where's Logan?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and stern. Kendall ushered her over to the far side of the room, to tell her the story, leaving out the more graphic parts. James and Carlos were, once again, alone.

"James?" Carlos asked from his seat next to him on the bench. His expression looked pained. "It's going to be okay, right?" he asked, looking for reassurance for the twenty-second time that day. Something about the Latino's face made James tell the truth this time.

"I don't know," he admitted, pulling his friend into his lap, the closeness not off putting. Two regular boys would find it awkward, but they weren't regular boys. James and Carlos were inseparable. They all were, but something about them was different.

Kendall was the leader and, therefore, untouchable. He was strong and protective, and the boys all went to him with everything, but it was never the other way around. When Kendall's mom and dad got a divorce, he dealt with it longer than he had to because he wouldn't talk to them. It was hard to get close to him because the relationship was always one sided.

Logan was their baby. He was the one who looked up to him. He was the one they poured all their love on, and he poured it right back on all of them. They were his roll-models, but that meant they couldn't let their badness show to him. When Logan was with them they didn't put on airs, but they didn't let their entire selves show to him either. They didn't curse, or judge others, or lie, or cheat. They kept Logan pure, and because of that, their relationship never had that level of forgiveness and acceptance that made the other three had.

James was Kendall's back up. He followed him into battle and kept him in check. One of the reasons Kendall didn't mess up, was because James was always making sure he didn't. He kept Kendall covered, but unfortunately to do that, he would put himself in the line of fire. Because, even though Kendall didn't make mistakes, James did. He caused big messes that Kendall was always there to clean up, even when nobody else would. James was clumsy with his relationships, and time after time again he broke his ties with his friends, and Kendall had to put them back together again.

Carlos was Carlos. He wasn't the leader, he wasn't the baby, and he wasn't the side-kick. Carlos was, however, the glue. He was the ball of energy that kept a smile on his face through it all. A real smile, not the kind the other boys plastered on their faces to calm each other down. Even when depression was suffocating them, Carlos was the joy. He was the one to bring back the real smiles, again.

Proving his description correct, Carlos's face lit up as an E-Trade commercial flickered on the TV above their heads. He giggled, and James found himself smiling, too. A weight was lifted off their shoulders as a dog food commercial came on and they laughed as a skateboarding dog rolled across the screen, but it settled right back onto their hearts as Logan's doctor came back into the room.

Mrs. Knight sent Kendall away, and stepped behind the glass doors and spoke. They listened to the doctor's calm voice and Mrs. Knights frantic one. Both were so muffled they couldn't make anything out, but the emotion was there.

Then two things happened at once. The doctor came through saying, "You can see Logan," just as Jimmy Nixon rolled through on a gernie.

WOOT WOOT! DONE! I'm feeling all impressed with my bad self. So what do you think? Are you mad at my cliffy?