Chapter 4! Not going to lie, this was a hard chapter to write. Well, I hope you guys enjoy it! I enjoy reading your reviews!

Still, I don't own Big Time Rush...

Kendall couldn't think straight. He wanted to help, but he didn't want to move the body.

He couldn't even look. How horrible is that? But every time he tried, all he saw was his father.

The stinging on his forehead and arms was still there, from the glass, but that didn't matter.

Everything was a blur…

Soon, the blond could see flashing lights.

The paramedics went to Logan first.

He watched in silence as the lifted Logan out of the car. They laid him on the gurney and started to stop the bleeding.

The body from the other vehicle was taken away. He was killed instantly.

This was too much.

When they loaded Logan into the ambulance, Kendall was allowed to ride in the back. The whole time, all he could do was stare at his boyfriend.

When they got to the hospital, they were separated. Logan went into surgery to stop any internal bleeding, remove the glass, and put a pin in his right arm, which was discovered to be broken.

Kendall was sent to a room to remove the glass from his head and arms. They also wanted to check him over.

The nurse who did it was really nice. She didn't push him and tried to make it less painful. Everyone in the hospital knew of the tragic accident.

Two officers came in to talk to him.

"Sir, are you Kendall Donald Knight?"

The blond just nodded.

"And Hortense Logan Mitchell was in the passenger's side of the Prius you were driving?"

He nodded again.

"What is your relation with him?"

Kendall's heart skipped a beat. "We're best friends. We're in a band together."

The officer wrote something down. "Can you describe what happened?"

He took a deep breath. "Logan and I had gone to see a movie. We were going back to the Palm Woods, where we live. We got to the four-way stop. I waited for the green light – I even used my blinker. When I started to turn, Logan yelled to look out… and then…" His voice faded.

As the officer wrote that down, he spoke. "Well, we would like to inform you that you are at no fault. Mr. Henry Ross was highly intoxicated. He was speeding."

He turned to his partner then back at Kendall. "Thank you for your statement. We'll come back later with more information. Get well," he said, and the two walked out of the room.

The nurse smiled at him. "You know, you did your friend a good thing. Most people think it's a good idea to move the body in this type of situation – but it's not. It's like when a person has a seizure. He'll probably have a faster recovery."

Kendall shook his head. "He's my boyfriend."

The nurse didn't falter. "Well, then, you did your boyfriend a good thing."

It was almost midnight when he was able to go in the waiting room. He wondered if he should call his mom now, or after Logan was out of surgery.

He decided on now.

His mom picked up on the first ring. "Oh, thank God! Kendall, where the heck are you two? You promised you'd be home by 11!"

That's when Kendall broke down.

"Mom, Logan and I were in a car accident. I was driving and another car hit us…" He could barely say that.

Silence. Then, "Oh, Kendall. Are you both okay?"

"He's in surgery right now… He lost a lot of blood and he broke his arm. At least, that's all they know so far." Tears were streaming down his face. "They'll come and get me when he's out."

"Are you okay?" she asked, ruffling background noise behind her.

"Yeah, mom. The other vehicle hit ours on Logan's side…"

"Oh my God…Okay. We'll be there as soon as we can."

We? James and Carlos were coming, too? And Katie? He didn't want them to see him broken.

Kendall sat there for a long time with his head in his hands. He couldn't think of anything, do anything. All he saw in his head was Logan.

Time ticked away slowly.

When the group came in, Kendall hadn't moved.

Mama Knight sat down next to him. Katie sat across. James and Carlos stood.

"Kendall, sweetie… Are you okay?"

He looked up, eyes puffy and red. His cheeks were stained streaks. "I don't get it. How can I walk away from that, and he's still in surgery?"

She wrapped her arms around her son. "I don't know. Life is just like that sometimes."

"The driver that hit us is dead," he mumbled into his mom's shoulder, his tears staining her sleeve.

Mama Knight tightened her grip.

No other words were said.

The other three shifted, changing seats and moving around – but not Jennifer. She didn't let go of her son for a long time. They both knew the pain of reckless driving.

After about an hour, His mom stood up. "I should call Gustavo and Kelly. I didn't think it would take this long." She walked away to make the call.

Kendall still looked down. The moment just kept replaying in his head.

"Kendall, are you really okay?" James asked, though he didn't want to push anything.

"James, I think it's a little too soon to ask that…" Carlos replied, glaring at him. "He just saw Logan all broken and bloody!"

"Guys!" Katie yelled, looking up. "Just shut up!"

"No, It's okay, Katie. They just don't think sometimes," Kendall whispered, still not making eye contact. "Guys, I'm okay. I just… can't think right now. But thanks for giving me space."

He went back to his silence.

The clock read 1:37 a.m.

Mama Knight walked back into the waiting room. "I got a hold of Kelly. She said her and Gustavo will be here tomorrow morning. I also told her I'd call her when we find out the severity of Logan's injuries."

Her answer was more silence.

"Now guys, I know this is rough. But we have to be strong – for Logan."

Kendall actually smiled at this. He knew his mom was right. Logan wouldn't want him them to be sad, especially Kendall. He knew that his boyfriend wanted him to be strong.

In his head, saying Logan was his boyfriend was easy. He even said it to that nurse. But maybe that's why this hurt so much.

"You're right, mom – for Logan."

Right then, a nurse walked into the waiting room. "Mr. Knight?"

Everyone looked up. Kendall's eyes were still red. When he realized it was the nurse that checked him out, he stood up.

She walked over to the group. "Mr. Mitchell is doing great."

Five relieved sighs were heard, though Kendall's was the loudest.

"You can go see him now. But, he is still under from the anesthesia. He's in room 307. The doctor will come to explain things soon."

The blond was the first to start walking. He was also the first to the elevator. Rapidly, he pressed the up arrow button.

"Kendall. That won't make it go any faster," James stated.

He spun on his heels. "Shut. Up."

No one else tried talking to Kendall after that. The elevator ride was silent.

When they got to room 307, Kendall didn't hesitate. He just walked right in.

It was a private room. Logan's body was lying silently in the bed.

Kendall grabbed one of the three chairs present and set it down next to Logan's bed. At that moment, he didn't care what his family and friends thought. All he wanted was to be by Logan's side when he woke up.

When in reality, they all thought he was acting super-sensitive because he was the one driving. Their little secret was safe for now.

The door opened. The doctor who had done the surgery came in. In his hand, he carried some papers and two X-rays. The nurse who had been through this whole ordeal walked in as well.

"Wow, big crowd!" He smiled, and went to Mama Knight. "Hello, I'm Dr. Todd."

They shook hands, then Dr. Todd went over to the X-ray board. He put two pictures up, one of an arm and one of ribs.

"Hortense Mitchell's ribs were bruised, not broken. But, I still want to keep an eye on them." Then he pointed to the other picture. "His right arm was broken, but it was a clean fracture. It did cause some internal bleeding when the bone moved, but that's all good now."

Glancing at his charts, he spoke again. "The glass cuts were deep and might cause some scarring…"

"What's the recovery time?" Mama Knight asked.

"Between four to six weeks. It depends on how much the person rests and doesn't push anything."

She nodded. "Okay."

Kendall looked up. "When will he wake up?"

"Anytime now, though the, uh, loopy effects the medicine has will still be present," Dr. Todd replied, closing his folder. "Well, if you have any more questions, don't hesitate to ask. The nurses will be in here frequently."

With that, he and the nurse walked out.

"Okay guys. We need to decide what we're going to do," Mama Knight stated. "I think I'm gonna take Katie home and try to get some rest. You guys can come with me or stay here."

"I'm staying here," Kendall spoke first, almost immediately.

"Yeah," James said, "I'm staying."

Carlos nodded. "I'm staying."

Kendall's family left the room. It was now 2:03 a.m.

After a moment, James and Carlos left to go to the vending machines. They wanted to be there for Logan, but boys do get hungry.

Kendall reached for the motionless hand, the one that wasn't broken. All he wanted was to feel it move. This whole thing had been miraculous. He was actually glad James and Carlos had left the room. All he wanted was for Logan to wake when they were alone. He knew this was selfish, but at that moment, he did not care.

It seemed this night was full of miracles and wishes. At that moment, Kendall felt pressure on his hand.

"Logan? Logan, I'm here," Kendall whispered.

"Hmm…" came from the brunette, head turning slightly.

"Logie, I'm here," he whispered again.

"Ow…" he mumbled back, eyes fluttering open.

"Logan, what's wrong?" Kendall asked, squeezing his hand harder.

"What happened?" He questioned, eyes blinking. "The last thing I remember is… pulling up to a light…"

He tried to smile, to lighten the mood. "Well… We were in a car crash. Another car was speeding and hit us as we were turning." He paused. "The other driver died. You just had surgery. You broke your arm and bruised your ribs." He stopped when he saw Logan's eyes go wide.

"Kendall, are you okay?"

The blond did a double take. "You are the one who is in a hospital bed, and you ask me if I'm okay?"

Logan shrugged, wincing as he did so. "What?"

Kendall chuckled. "You never cease to amaze me."

The nurse came in again. "Just came to see if you were awake yet."

They quickly let go of their hands as she came over to them.

"Listen, our families don't know that we're dating…" said Kendall.

Logan glanced at his boyfriend. "You told a nurse? I thought I'm the one on loopy meds!"

"I was in distress! I needed to tell someone…" He looked back at the nurse. "So, no one else knows… and we'd like to keep it that way…"

She smiled. "You think I don't know that? I know who you guys are. I don't live under a rock. Plus, I have a 10 year old daughter."

With that reassurance, Kendall reached for his hand. Of course, at that moment, James and Carlos came back, arms loaded with mini bags and bars.

"Our little trooper is up!" exclaimed Carlos, smiling.

"Love the outfit, by the way," said James, pointing to the hospital gown.

"Ha… Very funny, guys," Logan retorted back, "make fun of the crippled."

'You're not crippled, just broken and bruised!"

They all laughed at this. Then, Logan sighed.

"What's wrong?" Kendall asked, almost reaching for his hand again.

"I'm really tired. I was just asleep, but now I want to sleep again."

"Well, you do need your rest," the nurse replied. "Maybe your friends can let you sleep." She looked at the three expectantly.

"We'll be quiet," James whispered, "promise."

She smiled, replying, "good! I don't want to hear complaints about reckless boys keeping patients up!" as she walked out of the room.

"I like her," said Carlos, laughing, then remembered he was told to be quiet. "She's funny."

"Yeah," Kendall said, then looked at Logan. "We'll let you sleep."

His eyes closed not too soon after that.

That morning was hectic. Kelly and Gustavo had dropped by to see Logan and discuss what to say to the media and what to do about Logan for the next month.

"Well, all of the vocals are done, so that's a relief," Gustavo said. "And I say we just tell the truth. Logan was in an accident caused by a drunk driver."

Kelly nodded. "We could start a campaign group against drunk driving. That would get us more parent appeal." She smiled. "How are you feeling, Logan?"

He shrugged. "The pain is still there. I'm still tired."

"Well, you can take as big of a break you need. We don't want to push you until you make a full recovery."

They chatted for a bit, then left.

Logan's mom had been called that morning. She wanted to talk to him, but he was asleep. Joanna really wanted to see her son, but it was too expensive to fly. Mama Knight promised to call her every morning and every night for a while.

Kendall didn't know if Logan's dad was informed.

The police came for the final statement. "The man that hit your vehicle was traveling from a bar. The bar says they kicked him out because he had too many drinks and he was in a bar fight. We don't know where he was going because he no registered house or apartment. In fact, Mr. Ross is from New Zealand."

"As in the country?" Kendall asked.

Logan smiled. "No, Kendall, as in the city."

After all of the visitors left, Logan fell asleep again. Kendall never left his side. Since last night, they hadn't had any alone time, but Kendall never left.

3 weeks later

"Do you need help?"

"Kendall, I can get up by myself," Logan replied, on the orange couch. "I've been home for what, three weeks now?"

The blond smiled. "I know. I just worry about you."

He smiled back. "I know you do. But I can stand up without assistance."

Logan's arm was in a cast, which was covered in signatures. Kendall's name was the biggest on the sea foam green cast. It was his silent way of claiming him.

His ribs still hurt, but he could move a lot more now.

When he did get off of the couch, Kendall followed him. Turns out Logan was going to their bedroom.

Kendall shut the door behind them, even though they were in the apartment alone.

Logan was already getting dressed for bed.

"Do you have to tease me?" Kendall exclaimed, going towards the dresser.

"Don't be so immature," Logan replied, climbing into his bed.

After Kendall got dressed, he joined him. "I'm the immature one?" he asked as he reached for Logan's good hand.

"Yep," he replied, sticking his tongue out.

"Oh, okay then," the blond stated, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend.

Logan happily returned it.

They fell asleep facing each other, fingers still intertwined.