"He looks dead."
"But he's not."
"Yeah, the doctor said it was just the beginnings of Strep throat. It would've helped if Kendall had said something earlier though..."
"So... He's not gonna die?"
"Pshht. Carlos, someone can't die because of Strep... Can they Logan?"
"Not with the one that Kendall has. Guys, he's gonna be fine. No problems."
"Okay. Hey!"
"What?"
"Did anyone else besides me notice that Kendall's been waking up?"
"CARLOS! Why didn't you say anything!"
Kendall had been listening to their conversations for a while, but had been too tired to fully open his eyes. He was constantly drifting in and out of consciousness, falling asleep to the soft lull that was his friends voices. He also felt like crap. Every time he sucked in a breath, his heart felt like it was on fire and his throat felt like someone was holding a blowtorch to it. Not to mention, his head was killing him. You could've taken a hammer to his brain and it would've felt better than this.
All three friends turned their heads to the face of their fallen leader, smiling when they saw his bright green eyes begin to flutter open. Finally, Kendall's eyes shot open, pivoting around the room to see where he was. He turned his head and discovered that he was on the bright orange couch, pillows stacked under his neck. They were at home?
Last thing he remembered, they were in the recording studio and he had Logan's hand on his back.
Kendall noticed that all of his friends were circled around the couch in a half-moon shape, all of them surrounding where he was laying.
He groaned and pushed himself up, trying to get himself off of the couch. The frame creaked in protest. He hated when he got the extra attention, and at the moment, every single pair of eyes were on him. As soon as he got into a sitting position, he felt three pairs of hands begin to push him down.
"No way, Brother. You're lying down and getting some rest." James scolded him as they made him go back down against the pillows. Logan nodded and smiled, huffing as they all retracted their hands and stood back. He leaned down and pulled a blanket over Kendall's chilly body as Carlos ran into the kitchen and James went to their shared room to gather warmer clothing items.
During this whole time, Kendall was hoplessley confused, watching as all of his friend's fussed over him and treated him like a five year old. So... he had Strep? Again? Kendall coughed and propped himself up on his elbow as Logan began to fluff the pillows behind his head.
"CARLOS! Hurry up with that medicine and stuff!" Logan shouted, moving away from Kendall's... couchside? And walking towards the kitchen area. You could hear pots and pans clanging together, and the sound of breaking glass.
Logan turned to Kendall and shrugged his shoulders; giving him the whole- why did I even bother... look. Kendall just shook his head.
"One second! Almost... got it!" Kendall widened his eyes and stared at his friend's as they walked back into the room together, Carlos holding a bottle of red and white pills along with a glass of water. They both stopped as soon as they reached the front of the couch. Logan stuck his hand out in front of Carlos.
"Give them to me, Carlos." Carlos smiled and dropped the container into Logan's open hands, while placing the glass of water onto the table near the couch. Logan quietly read the description on the bottle as Kendall looked up at him nervously, not knowing at all what was going on.
Logan finally turned the bottle over and two little pills plopped into his hand, rolling around as he closed the container with two fingers. After he finished this task, he looked down at Kendall.
"Okay, you're probably super confused..."
Kendall scoffed, only to go into a coughing fit. Carlos reached over and patted his back until the fit subsidded. Logan squinted.
"Yeah... Well, first off, you fainted."
"I sort of figured that, Logie. Mind telling me everything I missed?" He scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, but not before reaching out and taking the pills from Logan's outstretched hand. He threw his head back and dropped the two pills in his mouth, reaching over and patting the table down for his glass of water. He reached and found what he wanted, took a swig of the liquid, and swallowed the pills whole. He let out a sigh and looked at Logan, waiting for answers.
Logan continued on what happened after the lights went out...
"Guys... help." Everyone's head snapped over to where Kendall was out cold on the ground, his breathing coming in shallow breaths. Logan was the first to move out of his frozen stance as he ran over to his friend's side, placing his fingers warily on Kendall's neck, afraid of what he might find. He waited a few seconds before letting out a breath that he hadn't realized was being held in. Beneath his fingers was a strong and steady heart-beat.
Everything was okay.
James walked slowly over to his two friends on the ground, wanting to make sure that Kendall was alright as well. He cursed himself inwardly for not mentioning anything earlier. He knew that Kendall wasn't feeling well, but he hadn't thought that much of it. He kneeled on the ground and scooted next to Logan, taking Kendall's head and placing it on his lap, wanting to make his friend more comfortable.
During this whole ordeal, Carlos still stood stuck to the spot. A loud buzzing filled his ears as he watched a flurry of people running around him. Time seemed to be going in fast-foward.
He watched as Logan and James went to their friend's side, and as Kelly and Gustavo ran out of the room, Kelly with her cell phone in hand. He watched as the paramedics came in, strapping Kendall to a stretcher and reassuring the other two that everything was fine, and that Kendall had just passed out from exhaustion and fever. He watched as James wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulder, and stared wide eyed as Kendall was rolled out of the room. He watched as his two friend's walked up to him and asked him if he was okay; waving a hand in front of his face.
Finally, he fell from his trance and looked at his friend's in the eyes. Logan's eyebrows furrowed together as he watched Carlos's eyes tear up, water silently cascading down his cheeks.
"Carlos, what's' wrong? Kendall's going to be okay. He was just tired." Carlos looked at the ground and nodded, furiously wiping at his face to get rid of the tears.
James sighed and led his two smaller friend's out of the small recording booth, making way for the custodians who were there to clean up the mess that Kendall left behind. He gave them a tight smile and nodded as he left the room, thanking them for taking care of it. He guided Logan and Carlos through the hallways of Roque Records, and got them all the way to the curb outside, where they could here a siren wailing in the distance.
That was Kendall.
They all sat together on the sidewalk, waiting for Mrs. Knight to come and pick them up. Logan had Kelly call her as soon as she got off of the phone with 911.
The wait was in silence as they sat, wondering what possibly could be happening. Carlos sniffled repeatedley. Logan fumbled with his shoelaces. James played with the hem of his lucky tee. All of their heads shot up when they heard the squealing of tires, and the sound of a car horn blaring through the streets. Mrs. Knight. A large rented mini-van rolled up next to the curb and the automatic door was thrown open, causing all of the guy's to jump up and climb in. The door slammed behind them as Mrs. Knight stepped on the gas and the car sped away from the main entrance.
There were only three things that could really upset Mrs. Challen Knight. One: When you insult her cooking. You talk bad about her food, you don't eat at all. Two: When you ask her about why she is called Mrs. when she clearly has no husband (That's a whole other story that won't be gotten into at the moment...) and Three? When something is wrong with her kids. Whether they are sick, having friend issues, or are just upset about nothing, Mrs. Knight will go into an absolute frenzy. Sort of like she was in now.
ESPECIALLY since they had mentioned that Kendall was going to the ER.
The three guys squished into the backseat along with Katie, welcoming the heat that was radiating off of eachother. In all of the commotion, they had forgotten to grab their jackets and winter gear on the way out. Unlike Katie, who was bundled up to the extreme. They sat and waited, shooting nervous glances at eachother the entire ride, nobody making a single sound.
After 15 dreadful minutes, they finally pulled up to the ER entrance, each boy sprinting out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. Mrs. Knight yelled after them to wait, but they didn't listen, wanting to get to their friend as soon as possible. James, being the fastest, slid through the doors first, he head swiveling around as he looked for any sign of Kendall.
The sound of beeping and wailing was deafening. And terrifying. He didn't understand why Logan wanted to be a doctor, having to be around all of these hurt people.. James shook the thought out of his head.
He jogged between all of the curtained areas, searching and searching until he finally stopped in front of a small closed off bed. There, on a small cot, lay a bushy-browed blonde haired singer. James stood there in silence and watched his friend's face twitch in sleep, anxiously waiting for him to wake up.
The peace was disturbed as soon as he felt someone slam into his back, causing his to yelp and fall over.
"Logan! Carlos! What the heck!" He grumbled and he picked himself up and dusted himself off. They mumbled their apologies and stared at their leader sleeping on the cot, an IV sticking in his arm, and an oxygen tube around his nose. They stood there for about 10 minutes before a doctor finally walked up from behind them, followed by Mrs. Knight and a red-eyed Katie. The doctor offered the boys a warm smile as he stuck his hand out. Each boy shook it.
"Hello there boys. My name is Dr. Freidman. I've been taking care of your friend along with my partner Nurse Angela. I assure you, he is in the best of hands." Logan nodded and looked at the doctor straight in the eyes while the other two looked at their shoes. Logan spoke up first.
"So what's wrong with our friend?" He asked impatiently, wanting to get out of this place as soon as possible. Though he wanted to be a doctor, he didn't like seeing one of his friend's here. The doctor wiped his forehead and looked down at his clipboard, flipping through endless sheets of information about Kendall's medical history. Dr. Freidman looks up and sighs.
"There's no need to worry, son. Your friend is going to be just fine in a couple of days. He's just got a case of Strep throat. It's probably from contracting in so much of this cold air... It has gotten quite chilly, hasn't it?" He chuckled at his own joke, and the boys nodded mutely. Doctor Freidman continued.
"So, we've got your friend on antibiotics, called Amoxicillin, which is going to fight off the infection. Actually, since we've already started, he should be no longer contagious in a couple of hours." James, Carlos, Logan, Mrs. Knight, and Katie all let out a sigh of relief, glad that their brother/son was going to be alright. Mrs. Knight seemed especially relieved.
Carlos walked up from the back and suddenly asked a question that they all had been wanting to know.
"So when can we take him home?"
"And then the Doctor let us take you home. You can see your wheelchair under the sofa, cause Mama Knight thought it would make the apartment uglier. Aaand... that's it. So the pills you just took are the Amoxicillin, which should help with the infection, and we're going to get you some Tylenol to help with the soreness." Logan smiled, satisfied with his event telling skills.
Kendall stared with wide eyes, not believing that he was out cold for that WHOLE entire time. A shiver ran down his spine and made his body shake.
Logan's mouth went into a frown as he noticed the shiver. "James? How long does it take to get blankets and sweatshirts?" He called out, peering into the hallway.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! I want to get everything so that there's NO CHANCE of him being cold!" James waddled over to the living room, his arms stacked high with several blankets, multiple sweatshirts, plenty of socks, a couple of gloves, James's pair of purple Uggs, and Kendall's favorite beanie. He struggled over to the couch and let go of all of the clothing items in front of Carlos and Logan. Kendall raised his eyebrow from his spot on the couch.
"How exactly do you expect me to fit in all of that?" He chuckled, gesturing to the giant pile of warm clothes on the ground.
"Uh, I don't know! I'm not the thinker of the group! I just do as I'm told." James strutted out of the door, combing his hair as he walked down to the main lobby. Since his friend was doing okay, he could afford to leave him alone.
Carlos and Logan stared at the ground, trying to find out what to do with all of the junk that James gave them.
"Uh, Kendall. You may want to stand up for this." Carlos leaned down and picked up a boot, sticking his hand inside.
"Ooh. Fuzzy."
30 minutes and an extremely tired Logan and Carlos later, Kendall was covered in every single article and blanket that James had brought them. Even the shoes.
After dressing Kendall in all of the clothing and giving him the medicine, Kendall told Logan and Carlos to take a break and go somewhere to relax, since they were so tired. They could affored to leave him alone for an hour or two, he had told them. So that's what the didn't. Even if Logan was very hesitant to do so. After much persuading and a small mention of Camille's name, Logan left the apartment, leaving everything that Kendall would need within arms-reach.
Kendall looked at the table, barely paying attention to the rambling TV in the background. His attention was focused on the medicine on the table. All of it seemed very familiar to him. Not just the medicine, but the whole scene that went on. The fainting, the sore throat, the medications... Kendall sucked in a breath as his heart clenched painfully. His hand shot out and clenched onto the couch cushion, his grip tightning along with his heart.
He rode out the pain, and let out the breath. He panted, closing his eyes and making an involuntary sniff, tiny tears forming in his eyes. He remembered this pain.
Maybe the doctor missed something. Maybe he didn't have just Strep throat. Maybe...
It was back.
I'm a horrible person... I suck AND I should go die in a hole. How long has it been since I updated? Like, three or four weeks? WHO DOES THAT? Seriously... You all have full permission to hate me as much as you want :( Cause I really have no excuse besides fencing practice (school end-6:30pm), grades, and stupid flippin writers block. Not to mention the Holiday stress. So you may throw rocks at me. Go on. Do it.
Reviews from those who will forgive? *holds up a pocket sized Logan, James, Carlos, and Kendall* For them?
The aliens won't even say anything to me, cause they hate me too...
TealMoose
