Hello! Here's chapter 3! I personally think it's kind of messy and I wasn't planning on writing it like this, I wanted to divide it in two chapters, actually. I've been working on it longer than usual, because I just wasn't pleased with the way it turned out, but it's been a couple days so I just decided to put it online. Oh well, I hope you enjoy anyway!


''Name please,'' the receptionist rather stated than asked, not even taking her eyes off of the screen in front of her.

''Logan Mitchell.''

The sound of fingers typing quickly on the keyboard followed. ''… Alright. You can take a seat now, sir, you will be called soon.''

Logan nodded briefly and sat down on one of the chairs, James following him and taking the chair next to him. James just stared at him, a blank expression on his face. It made Logan shift uncomfortably in his seat, not knowing what to think of it.

''Would you stop that?'' he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

''Stop what?'' James replied. ''I'm not doing anything.''

''You know very well what I mean,'' Logan grunted. ''you're staring at me. And not in a positive way. In a way that confuses me, because I have no idea what to think of it.''

''Whatever.''

''Don't ''whatever'' me, James!''

''This argument is stupid. Now is not the time.''

Logan sighed and folded his hands, resting them on his lap. ''So that is what it's about, huh?''

''I don't know what you mean,'' James answered.

''You know very well what I mean,'' Logan repeated once again. ''so stop acting like you don't! I know you-''

Their argument was interrupted by a young woman that called out Logan's name. Two pairs of eyes went from looking at each other to looking at the woman. Her height was average and she was very slender with long blonde hair in a ponytail. Bright blue eyes looked around from underneath her bangs.

''Logan Mitchell?'' she repeated. Her voice had a sort of softness in it, yet it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Logan got up first and motioned for James to stand up as well. He did and both walked towards the woman.

''Just follow me, please.''


They entered a small room with walls painted a light blue color, matching the atmosphere in there. Logan immediately felt a bit less nervous than before.

''Please sit down,'' the lady said after sitting down behind her desk, pointing at the chair across of the desk.

Logan sat down and looked at James, who just simply leaned against the wall, ignoring the fact that there was a second chair. He then turned his attention back to the doctor in front of him.

''I'm dr. Walker,'' she introduced herself, raising her arm and reaching out over the desk. She smiled when Logan shook her hand. She then went through some papers and looked at her computer screen.

''So, what's the matter?'' Walker asked, turning her head so she was facing Logan.

''I'm just not feeling well lately,'' Logan explained. ''sometimes I just feel nauseous for no apparent reason. Mostly when I wake up, but sometimes it gets to me during the day.''

''Don't forget the fact that his mood changes every ten damn seconds,'' James added, crossing his arms over his chest.

''Shut up,'' Logan said. ''anyway, at first I thought it was just the flu or something, but after a couple days I realized it wasn't. Since it wasn't that big of a deal, I decided to just take it easy. But now I finally decided to go to the doctor.''

Dr. Walker nodded. Her eyes focused on the screen again and she said, ''You know, the only strange thing here is that the nausea does not go away after a while and mostly strikes during the morning. So, you said you were taking it easy? Has there been a change in your usual lifestyle? Have you for example been taking any pills you did not take before? Anything?''

''Yes, I've been taking it easy,'' Logan answered. ''and no changes that I am aware of.''

''Well, I've also been looking through your files,'' Walker informed. ''and I haven't seen anything odd in there either. Just a couple check-ups and only one operation you've had a couple years ago. So I'm just going to take a blood sample and if the results seem a little bit strange, I will try to find out what's exactly wrong and if necessary, I will have to look further into your files as well.''

''Sure,'' Logan said.

James smiled and pushed himself away from the wall, walking over to Logan and placing his hand on his shoulder.

''Hah, lucky you, getting involved with the needles.''


When they entered the apartment, they were greeted by the noise of the television and a very familiar smell. The only one in the apartment was Kendall, and he just got a pizza out of the oven.

''O hey guys,'' he said. ''how did it go?''

''Oh, well, you know,'' Logan answered vaguely. ''I still don't know what's wrong, she took a blood sample and that's about it.''

''Where's Carlos?'' James asked. He walked over to the couch and fell on it, staring at the ceiling.

''I don't know,'' Kendall answered. ''but he texted me he'll be back around six.''

''Isn't it a little early for pizza?'' Logan commented as he sat down on one of the chairs. He looked at the little band-aid on his arm, resisting the urge to get rid of it.

''Uh, no,'' was the answer. ''it's almost 4 PM. Besides, it's never too early for pizza.''

''If you say so.''

Kendall walked over to the table, putting the plate filled with pizza down. He crossed his arms and gazed over to James. ''Hey, James, want some pizza?''

''No,'' James grunted.

''You sure?''

''Yes! Leave me alone!'' James yelled. He threw one of the pillows at Kendall, hitting him square in the face.

''… That.. wasn't really necessary, but ok,'' Kendall said. He sat down and got a slice of pizza, slowly eating it. When he noticed movement in the corner of his eye, he turned his head towards James. James got up and sat down next to Logan, grabbing a slice as well.

Kendall raised his eyebrows. ''I thought you didn't..?''

''Shut up.''

''And I was the one with the mood swings?'' Logan grinned.

''Shut. Up. Shut. The. Hell. Up. Just don't talk to me, okay?''

Kendall looked at Logan, but he just shook his head and mouthed a 'just let him be' before grabbing his phone, focusing his attention on the little device.

Carlos, you better get here soon. – Logan.

A minute or three passed before the cell phone vibrated.

Why? I'm kinda doing stuff – Carlos

I don't care. Just come, it's getting awkward here. – Logan

Another minute. Two minutes. Three. Four. When the fifth minute arrived, the next text came in.

Yeah okay..? I'll be back soon, don't worry – Carlos

Silence. No vibrations, no voices, no sound, no noise – except for the sound that came from the television, but the volume was almost all the way down, so after a while no one noticed it anymore.

''So…'' Logan tried to break through the awkwardness. ''is.. is the pizza good?''

''.. Yes,'' Kendall answered, nodding briefly. ''it is.. excellent.''

''Fantastic.''

When the talking stopped, everything felt even less comfortable than before. James said nothing and just silently ate, Logan either concentrated on his hands, the clock, the door or the walls and Kendall ate, staring at nothing in particular. It was when the door was opened wildly, that they stopped doing what they did.

''Hey guys!'' Carlos yelled, standing in the doorway. ''I'm back!''

''We can see that,'' Kendall said. ''why are you back so early?''

''Because of Logan,'' he answered. ''he texted me. He interrupted me and told me to come back. I guess he just missed me.''

''I did not,'' Logan defended. ''I just.. I just wanted you to be here.''

''Kinda the same thing, wouldn't you say?'' Carlos grinned. He fully entered the apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. Approaching the table, he noticed, ''Hey! Is that pizza?''

''No, it's not,'' James rolled his eyes. ''of course it is you idiot.''

Before Carlos could talk, Kendall just gave him a look that basically said to not say anything about it. So his friend didn't speak and just took a slice.

''James, you look extra handsome today,'' Carlos blurted out in an attempt to cheer him up.

''Heh, tell me something I don't know,'' he responded.

''You're being a jerk today,'' Logan said and when James gave him a glare, he added, ''hey, just stating the truth. Bet you didn't know that.''

''If you are trying to be funny, let me tell you; you're not.''

''I am not trying to be funny at all, James, I am being serious. I don't know why you are like this – actually, I've got a feeling I do know – but it's annoying me.''

''If it's annoying you, then that's your problem. You know why? Because it's all your fault. I hope your stupid illness is something really serious and that you get really, really sick and can't perform anymore!''

And with that James stormed out of the apartment, leaving the other three there with shocked expressions on their faces.


I've been kind of obsessed (that's a big word actually) with zombies lately, and since I didn't know a good name for the doctor I just decided to call her Walker, because in The Walking Dead they refer to the infected as walkers (at least in the show). Please review! :3