Okay, so this is my third one-shot. I guess I don't know how to describe this one. It's not really a sickfic, but it's not really a hurtfic… sort of a comfortfic. Yeah, I'll go with that.. So, thanks for reviewing, and keep 'em coming! ENJOY! :D

Number Three: Can You Hear Me?

Summary: Logan's dealing with the effects of his surgery medications. But Kendall's right there to help him through it all.

"Can you hear me, Logan?" Kendall's sweet voice opened Logan's heavy eyes.

"Why? Are my ears okay?"

Kendall laughed. Anesthesia always seemed to have that effect on Logan. "No, they're fine."

"That's good." He pursed his lips and just stared at Kendall, kind of awkwardly, for a moment. He shivered. "It's really cold in here."

"I know, I know, it's the anesthesia. You'll be warmer soon."

There was another awkward pause. "I think I'm going back to sleep." Logan said, finally, and blunt as possible.

"Alright, sweetheart." Kendall kissed him gently. "I'll just be… here."

But Logan was already asleep.

"Logan, dude, are you okay?" Carlos tapped Logan's shoulder, trying to get his attention. But then he realized that Logan was, in fact, asleep, and not just faking.

"Logan? Logan!" James shook the poor boy, still trying to get him to wake up.

"Logan?" Kendall's voice was the only one that could open his eyes. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"No, I don't wanna go, Kenny! Not without you! I know I'm gonna…"

"You're not going to die, Logie Bear. You'll be fine."

There was that unspoken connection between them, again. Kendall knew what Logan was going to say, even before he said it.

"But what if… what if they…" Logan cried into his hands.

"They didn't mess up. They're professionals." Kendall choked, but he knew he was telling the truth. "They can't mess up." He tried to laugh, as he rubbed his love's back, slowly, in circular motions. For a moment, it was calming to poor Logan.

There was another pause.

Logan reached for the trash bin next to his bed. He stared at the bottom of it for five minutes, just gagging. "Kendall! I wanna go home!" He yelled, finally taking his head out of the bottom of a trash can.

"I know, I know. Just go back to sleep. It's gonna be okay."

"But my stitches hurt, and everything's all fuzzy and… I just wanna go home," he whined, pulling into Kendall's T-shirt.

"Shh…shh…shh…"

"Can't I… take some… aspirin, or something?" Logan winced at the pain of the stitches in his side as he settled back down.

"Aspirin's not a cure-all, you know," Kendall chuckled, knowing that the fully aware Logan would've asked for something a lot more complicated.

But, by then Logan had closed his sweet, cocoa brown eyes with a flutter.

It would take quite a bit longer for the anesthesia to wear off, and Kendall would be happy to welcome the real Logan back into his arms when it did.

So, that was really terrible, but you can review anyway? Criticism is good, too, especially if you see grammatical errors or other mistakes. I'm still writing, though! I really thought I'd be done with fanfiction by now, but its addicting.

Oh, yeah, sorry it's so short…

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