Chapter 5
Kendall was seriously worried. His head was hurting really bad, worse than it had before. And that was saying a lot.
He tried to take some pills for the headache, but the medicine didn't seem to work. Nothing he did seemed to work. But being Kendall, he tried his best to hide it from his friends and convince them that he was fine. He tried to convince himself of that, too, though. It didn't really work. There was definitely something wrong.
Kendall's head hurt so bad that he thought he was going to throw up as he followed his friends downstairs and into Palm Woods Park. He even stopped once to pretend to tie his shoes just so he could get his stomach under control. He couldn't puke in front of his friends. His little façade would be ruined if that happened.
When he stood up again, his vision blurred. James, Logan, and Carlos were now just figures standing on a blur of grey. Kendall shook his head, closing his eyes and opening them again. To his relief, his vision returned back to normal, and he kept on walking. His vision was getting blurred more often now, and it was scaring Kendall. He was scared of when he'd close his eyes, open them again, and his vision would stay blurred.
The sun and Carlos's obnoxious talking seriously wasn't helping his head, and Kendall's headache got worse and worse every step he took.
Kendall could barely keep up with his friends when the four started their friendly game of street hockey. It was a good thing Carlos was on his team; Logan would have noticed something was wrong immediately. That boy was way too observant for his own good.
"Pass, Kendall!" Kendall stared at Carlos tiredly and clumsily passed the puck. Luckily, no one noticed the poor pass. Carlos stopped the puck and started running with it.. He was about to score, but James checked him gently into a nearby tree. Kendall went to retrieve the puck, even though every step hurt his head and made him feel nauseous. He couldn't just stand there and watch. His friends surely would think something was off with their leader.
Somehow, Kendall beat James to the puck, his head pounding and his stomach churning. He raised his hockey stick to score, but James checked him. The push wasn't too hard, but it was harder than what Carlos had received. James and Kendall always went all out with each, but not with their two shorter friends.
Kendall had never felt pain worse than when his head hit the tree. Black spots and a bright white flash entered his vision. He couldn't keep in his groan of pain. Kendall fell to the ground, holding his pounding head and moaning. He heard someone asking if he was okay, but all he could think about was how much his head hurt.
"Kendall! What's wrong, man?" Kendall felt someone put their hands on his shoulders. Kendall was in too much pain to respond. He just grunted and shook his head. Even that small movement felt like hammers banging in his head.
"Kendall! Seriously, dude, you're scaring us." The same person kept on talking, hurting Kendall's head. Kendall's vision blurred. He was surprised his head was still attached to his body. It hurt so much that Kendall was about to cry. And Kendall Knight rarely ever cried. Especially not over getting hurt.
"It h-hurts." That was all Kendall could say before the blackness enveloped him completely.
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"Logan! What's wrong with him?" James looked up from his crouched position, gently shaking Kendall and calling his name.
Logan stared at Kendall with a confused and worried expression on his face. James hadn't pushed Kendall hard. How could it have hurt that much? It just didn't seem possible that James's shove had caused all of Kendall's pain.
Had Kendall already been hurting? Did he just not want to tell them? Logan wasn't surprised; Kendall had always been stubborn. He'd never tell his friends something was bothering him until the second he fainted and was sent to the hospital.
But Logan didn't feel as though Kendall needed a hospital right now. All he'd said was that "it hurt". "It" probably meaning his head, since Kendall had been cradling it in his hands. He just needed some rest.
"I… I don't know. You didn't shove him hard, did you?" James shook his head.
"I don't get it," Logan continued. "A shove like that couldn't have hurt his head that much. He barely hit his head on the trunk of the tree. I don't know why it hurt so much. I think that Kendall's head already hurt before he started playing, and he probably just didn't tell us."
James sighed, running his hand through Kendall's dirty blonde hair. "Oh, Kendall…" he whispered softly. "Should we call the hospital?"
Logan shook his head after another moment of thought. "It's just head pain; he probably had a migraine or something. I don't think a hospital is necessary. If Kendall complains about when he wakes up, then we'll go."
Carlos tugged on Logan's shirt nervously. "Are you s-sure he's gonna be okay?" He asked fearfully. Logan wrapped his arm around Carlos.
"He'll be fine. Don't worry. And if he's not, the doctors can always help him." Carlos nodded, looking down at his older friend. Logan turned to James.
"James, help me carry him. We should get him home before anything else." James obeyed, and he and Logan lifted Kendall up while Carlos went to get their things. He gathered up the four hockey sticks, Kendall's dropped helmet, and the puck. He put the puck in his pocket, wrapped the helmet strap around his wrist, and carried the hockey sticks, following his friends quickly.
When the four got home, they set Kendall on the orange couch. Logan got Kendall some medicine, James got a wet washcloth, and Carlos got a glass of water.
The three sat on the table in front of Kendall's unconscious body, staring at him intently.
"Has he not been telling us something?" Logan wondered out loud, his brain turning with thought. It was very possible Kendall had kept this to himself. But how long had it been going on? How bad was it? What was wrong with Kendall, if anything?
"You know Kendall; he never tells anyone he's feeling sick." James pointed out the obvious while placing the washcloth on Kendall's forehead. His two younger friends nodded.
"His head isn't even warm. It can't be a fever." James pointed out, feeling Kendall's forehead once again just to make sure. Nope. It wasn't warm at all.
Suddenly, Kendall stirred. Before the others could blink their eyes, Kendall opened his. His head still pounded, though the pain wasn't as bad as before. But it still hurt a lot.
For a second, Kendall saw two of everything. Two of James, two of the TV, two of his hand… but then his vision was normal again. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was there something wrong with his eyes, too?
"Wh… what happened?" The boy asked wearily, deciding to focus more about the matters at hand. Worrying about his eyes was the last thing he needed.
The last thing he remembered was playing street hockey and passing the puck to Carlos. Then James checked him and… now he was here.
Kendall froze. Wait. He was here. That meant…
"Oh no… did I faint?" His friends nodded. Kendall almost groaned. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all… his friends knew something was wrong now. Nothing Kendall could say would change their minds, especially Logan's.
"Kendall, what's wrong?" Logan demanded immediately.
Kendall tried to smile. "Nothing, nothing's wrong."
Logan scoffed. "Kendall, stop lying. Even Carlos knows there's something wrong with you. Kendall, James didn't shove you that hard. You couldn't have fainted from hitting your head on that tree. That may be part of it, but you're not telling us the rest."
Kendall sighed. He couldn't tell his friends… he was perfectly fine. It was just a headache. And nausea. And double vision. And blurred vision. And-
"I… I just had a headache today. And I guess I worked myself too hard. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine and dandy tomorrow." Kendall lied. It was kind of true. He did have a headache… but he almost knew for certain that he wouldn't be fine tomorrow.
Logan stared at Kendall's face, trying to decide if the blonde was lying or not. In the end, he decided that Kendall wasn't. Migraines did sometimes cause people to faint, especially if they got too tired. And Hockey was a tiring sport…
"Alright. I believe you. But I don't want to see your outta your room the rest of today except to use the bathroom. I'll bring you dinner." Logan commanded Kendall.
Kendall rolled his eyes, though rest did sound really good at the moment. "Alright, mother. I'll go to sleep." He stood up, trying to ignore the pain in his head, and walked into his room. He plopped into bed, closing his eyes tiredly.
What was wrong with him? Headaches didn't hurt this bad. Kendall knew now that there was indeed something wrong with him. The only thing was; what was wrong?
But before Kendall couldn't ponder on it any longer, sleep overtook him.
A/N- So, a bit of Kendall whump here! I even got him to faint for you guys! But that's not something to cheer about, is it? Well, it COULD be, if you're cruel and horrible people. But I'm sure you guys aren't. Right? ;)
So, um, I have nothing else to say… you probably know what wrong with Kendall… but there'll be some things you won't be prepared for (at least I don't think so). So good luck. Yeah. Don't know why I just said that… but yeah.
Okay, before this gets any more awkward… BYE!
-Anonymous Skrtle
