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I'm glad that people liked the last chapter, and felt that it was realistic… I've never been in this kind of situation personally, so I'm just trying my best to get across the horribleness of this kind of situation. Also, I love hurting those boys :0 … Yes, I have a problem. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, or Over My Head, by the Fray (awesome song – story of my life!).

Hope you guys like this!

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I'd rather run the other way than stay and see,
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears – Over My Head (Cable Car), The Fray.

Katie screamed and cried and yelled and fought against whoever was holding her. She knew that it definitely wasn't the nurse, who smelled like antiseptic and cookies, because she could see the woman out of the corner of her eye, one hand over her mouth in an expression of extreme pity.

The person that was gripping her tightly smelled like blood, sweat, and Cuda hair spray. His arms were strong and muscled, and Katie recognised the colour of the fabric under her fingers. It was the exact same as the jacket that she had given James that morning as a replacement for his other ruined one. The person was also crying, but managed to hold her tightly as his body shook.

"Oh, God, James…" Katie choked out as she stopped resisting and went limp in James' embrace. "A-are you okay?"

She pulled away from the brunette for a moment, to check that it really was James that was hugging her. It was, and he terrible. His hair was messed up, a rare occurrence for James, his jacket dirty and ripped, a dark bruise already forming on his cheek that extended to his jaw line. His right eye was showing signs of bruising, and Katie knew that he was going to have one hell of a shiner, and James also had some small scrapes all along his neck. James was shaking, his eyes full of pain and looking tortured, and his hands held tightly to Katie's as he started speaking.

"I-I'm fine, Katie. Nothing but bruises for me… But the others— Oh God, Katie, it was awful. One second we were all arguing, and then suddenly the car was out of control and we just kept getting hit, over and over. And—And then, they were all unconscious, and the blood, and—"

He broke down into desperate sobs, grateful when Katie pulled him into another strong hug. James hadn't even told her about waking up in the hospital, fuzzy and still half sedated, only to find that he couldn't see any of his friends. The doctors had cleared him as being fine, apart from some deep bruises that should be okay, saying that he was lucky, very lucky, but it didn't seem that way.

Dark blue bruises splattered across his ribs and torso, a result of him jolting forward and hitting the dashboard before crashing back in his seat. It hurt to move, and James was pretty sure that the doctor had just been about to give him some pain medication before he had bolted. But he knew that whatever pain he was feeling, his friends were feeling it times twenty.

He'd half fell off the bed in the ER trauma bay; practically fell out the door in his haste to find someone, anyone, that he knew. Then he had stumbled into the corridor to find Katie, crying and pleading for Logan to wake up.

Half carrying Katie over to the nearby waiting room, James then collapsed on the uncomfortable couch in the corner, Katie curled against him. His mind kept replaying those awful few seconds between him shouting at Carlos ("Sometimes I hate you, Carlos!"), to him looking around to see all of his friends unconscious.

Now though, James was at a complete loss at what to do.

Katie was still sobbing into his shirt, his body ached, and the other people in the waiting room looked on in pity. It was never like this on TV, because you could be pretty certain that all the brightly coloured characters would be okay, and that life for them would continue as normal. But in real life, the hospital walls started to close in, it became hard to breathe from underneath the worry, pain – both physical and mental – seemed to be everywhere and everything, the sounds of crying breaking past the barriers and crushing you inside. James was pretty sure that it never hurt this much on TV.

James didn't know if he could do it. He wanted to jump up, screaming, and run back to that morning, when everything had been okay. He wanted to let all of his anger and uncertainty out in one long scream, to swing out with his fists at anyone or everyone, to feel okay again. He wanted to break down crying and cursing at the same time, and crawl away into a ball and never come out.

But he didn't.

Instead, James held Katie close, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words, telling her softly that everything would be okay. But it wasn't. How could anything ever be okay again, after this? He filled out the paperwork that a nurse dumped on the small coffee table in front of him, as much of it that he knew, and then explained to another nurse why Mrs. Knight couldn't be contact, while Katie cried behind him.

"She's in Minnesota at the moment, at a high school reunion, and her phone is broken because C-Carlos accidently smashed it through the window instead of the hockey puck that was beside it, and it fell into the pool. And then I broke her spare mobile like five minutes before she left for the airport, 'cause I was aiming for Logan, but hit the phone with the can of hairspray, and it fell on the ground and smashed…"

The explanations went on forever, with James then stressing to the nurse about how Carlos was allergic to a certain type of painkiller, how Logan would want to see their medical files the second he woke up, and that Kendall always wanted his beanie if he was hurt or sick.

The lists went on and on, James unable to stop once he started, but he was cut off in the middle of explaining Carlos' connection to his helmet that was left back in the apartment by the nurse, explaining that she had work to do. He watched her walk briskly back to the nurses' station, before turning around to hug Katie again.

Every half hour, James would rush anxiously up to the nurses' station, and beg and plead for any information about his friends, tears slipping down everytime he was told that the doctors were still working, and that he would get an update whenever the information was available. The only things that he was told was that Carlos was in surgery, and that Logan was stable for now.

Katie dissolved into tears once more when she heard that no news had come about her brother.

Two hours since James had found Katie, and there was still no news, except for the frightening and relieving pieces of information about Carlos and Logan. Katie's seemingly non-stop tears had seemed to dry out after the hour and a half mark, leaving her staring blankly at the floor while James still tried to make sense of everything. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore.

Yet another thirty minutes passed, and James wearily stood and made his way to the nurses' station to check for an update. Still nothing. He was pointed towards the nearest bathrooms, and told that he "… might want to freshen up, you look like a ghost…" Informing Katie gently about where he was going, James staggered into the bathrooms.

Hands clenched tightly around the sink, he slowly looked up to meet his reflection. His eye was ringed with black, dark circles under both his eyes, bruises standing out on his face in contrast against his pale skin.

James hair was messy and dirty and couldn't look more different to how it had looked before he had left the apartment. He didn't care though. Splashing some water on his face to get rid of the dirt and dried blood, James sighed deeply, face cradled in his hands. Everything had gone so wrong in so little time.

Then James Diamond began to sob.

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Yeah… More James angst in this chapter! I promise to include info about the other boys in the next chapter (suspense!)… Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up by maybe Tuesday or Wednesday, so some feedback would be awesome :)

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