A/N: Who's excited for "Green Time Rush"? I know I am. The one storyline I'm most excited for is the one that they didn't show in the preview; Logan's partner in the competition is the school bully. Haha, this sounds so wrong of me, but I'm eager because the upcoming episode has the potential to show Logan getting bullied. Sorry Logan. It's nothing personal…

Disclaimer: I own just as much as I did last chapter, so yeah…you can do the math…

In the Beginning

Little Kendall, James, and Carlos were in the hospital waiting room with their parents; Kendall's mom, James' dad, and Carlos' dad. James was pacing back and forth, his eyes darting wildly. He was looking for his best friend. Where was he? Where was Logan? They've been waiting to see him forever! Was he okay? Was it good news or bad news that they hadn't heard anything yet?

Carlos was sitting in a chair next to his dad, with his head resting on his father's lap. He had already cried his eyes out. He literally couldn't shed another tear. His eyes were red and puffy as he, like James, anxiously waited for Logan's doctor or better yet, Logan, to come walking down the hallway. Even though he was in a reclining position, his tiny shoulders were slumped in defeat. He felt like he should've done more to help Logan back at the hockey rink. Maybe if he had…

Kendall was sitting in a chair next to his mom. The two of them had a firm hold of each other's hands. Kendall wasn't one to admit when he was scared, but he was terrified. Logan was so small, so he couldn't have that much blood in him. Back at the rink, Kendall had watched Logan lose so much blood. How much more could he possibly have left? Kendall followed James' every movement with his eyes. He actually felt bad for James. Kendall could only imagine what James must be going through. Kendall didn't even want to think of what a wreck he would be if this had happened to Carlos instead.

Grandma Mitchell joined the other adults in the waiting room. Mr. Diamond had called her and told her what had happened at the hockey rink. Logan's grandma was a mess; her hands wouldn't stop shaking, she was holding onto a raggedy handkerchief that she constantly used to dab the tears from her eyes and blow her nose with. Logan's grandma was the only living relative he had left. Most of the time, he didn't even call her "Grandma;" he called her "Mom" because that's what for all intents and purposes she was to him.

She took her cane and started bludgeoning James' dad with it repeatedly. James' dad brought his hands up to protect his face. Grandma Mitchell got around pretty well for a grandma. Most of the time, she didn't even need to use her cane. However, she had really bad arthritis, and it was a good thing she brought it with her today…

"How could you let this happen? You were supposed to watch my little boy! My little Logie!" Grandma Mitchell shrieked.

"It wasn't my fault! The kid from the other team did this to Logan, not me! I got there as soon as I could, but by then, it was already too late!" James' dad countered.

James stopped in his tracks as he watched Logan's grandma relentlessly pound his dad with her cane. He wasn't used to seeing this side of her. Usually, she was a nice, sweet, old lady. Now she was being kind of mean and scary. He wasn't that worried about his father's safety to actually go and try to stop Logan's grandma though. He didn't have a death wish…

"Look, I understand that you're upset…" James' dad tried to reason.

"You understand nothing! Until your little boy gets kicked in the face with the blade of an ice skate, you will never understand what I'm going through right now!" Logan's grandma retorted.

"Is this a bad time?" Logan's doctor asked.

He wasn't sure what to make of the scene before him; an elderly lady was screaming at the top of her lungs while she was mauling a man with her cane.

"Are you here for a Logan Mitchell?" Logan's doctor questioned.

"Yes! How is he? Is he awake? Can I see him?" Grandma Mitchell replied, spouting one question off after another.

"You are a relative of Logan's, correct?"

"Of course! He's my grandson! Now can I see him?"

"I thought you wanted to know how he is and if he's awake?"

"I do, so if you know what's good for you, start talking!"

Logan's doctor swallowed nervously. He was relatively young; still in his twenties. He was fresh out of medical school. He was still pretty green, but never before had he dealt with a granny on a warpath before. Maybe if she would stop brandishing her cane as a weapon, he would be less intimidated by her…

"Right, well I'm Dr. Nash…"

"I don't care what your name is!" Grandma Mitchell exclaimed, cutting him off.

"Logan's in stable condition. He's one tough little guy. He has eleven stitches in his face, and the entire right side of his face is heavily bandaged. He also has another seven stitches in the back of his head. Lastly, he has a mild concussion. When we went to sew him up, we had to give him some anesthesia, so he's sleeping right now, but you're welcome to go see him. He's right this way."

Dr. Nash led the group to Logan's room, and held the door open for them until all of them were in Logan's hospital room. It was just as he said; Logan was fast asleep. He looked so small lying there in the large hospital bed. He was wearing two bandages; one covering his right cheek, and the other on the back of his head.

"I'll give you all some time with Logan. If you need anything at all, feel free to give me a holler," Dr. Nash said before making his exit.

James didn't like what he was looking at; he didn't like it one bit. Only the head and neck of his best friend stuck out from underneath the sheets. Logan looked so helpless, vulnerable, and broken in the hospital bed. All the walls were white; too white. The entire hospital reeked of Pine-Sol.

James was the first one at Logan's bedside, even beating Logan's own grandma, and James took one of his best friend's limp hands in his own. Tears were streaming down James' cheeks. His bottom lip was trembling. James felt awful. He felt responsible for what happened to Logan. If only he had gotten to Logan sooner, none of this would have ever happened. James felt like he had let Logan down. Ever since the two of them had become friends, James had been like Logan's protector. Some protector he was!

Logan's grandma was on the other side of the bed. She had pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Logan. She reached over and kissed Logan's forehead. Like James, she held one of Logan's hands in her own. In her mind, she was telling herself over and over again that Logan would be just fine even though seeing him so injured made her have her doubts.

With his free hand, James shook Logan gently.

"Hey buddy, you gotta wake up! That way, I'll know you're okay," James said.

Nothing. James covered his mouth with his free hand as he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't help but think that maybe Dr. Nash had been lying. When James tried to wake Logan, he wouldn't even stir. So maybe he wasn't as okay as the doctor made it seem.

Mr. Diamond took a knee, and held his arms wide open.

"Come here, son," he said.

James shook his head fiercely.

"Nu-uh! I gotta stay with Logie! What if he wakes up and doesn't see me? He'll think I don't care about him!" James replied.

Mr. Diamond was tempted to tell James that Logan wouldn't be waking up anytime soon due to the anesthesia, but he held his tongue because he didn't want to upset James any further.

Carlos walked over to James, and timidly tapped him on the shoulder. James spun around on his heels to glare at the smaller boy.

"I wanna see Logie too," Carlos stated.

James briefly let go of Logan's hand so that he could use both of his hands to shove Carlos back. Carlos' dad steadied his son before he could fall to the floor.

"James!" Mr. Diamond scolded, appalled by his son's behavior.

James turned to face his father even though he was staring at the floor and drawing circles with his foot.

"I was here first! 'Sides Logie's my friend and not his!" James muttered.

"Why can't we all be friends?" Carlos suggested, giving a small smile.

"Cuz I don't like you!"

"Why?"

"Cuz you're tryin' to steal Logie from me!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

Carlos was starting to get all teary-eyed. How could James not like him? What did he ever do to James? Carlos was used to everyone liking him; he was a people person. That's why his feelings were hurt when James said that he didn't like him.

Kendall wondered how James felt about him if he didn't like Carlos. He was pretty sure that James hated him then. The two of them were both alpha males. Their personalities just clashed with one another. There was a small part of Kendall though that liked how he and James worked together earlier to make that kid pay for what he did to Logan. It's just that Kendall would never admit that to anyone.

Kendall marched over to James, and shoved him. After James regained his balance, he stood toe-to-toe with Kendall getting right in his face. Kendall pointed over at a blubbering Carlos.

"Look what you did! You made him cry! Say you're sorry!" Kendall demanded.

James folded his arms over his chest. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"I just did!"

"So? That doesn't mean I hafta do it!"

Mrs. Knight swooped in before the situation really got out of control. She grabbed hold of her son's wrists, and led him to the other side of the room all the while saying, "Let's go over here, Kendall."

"But Mama, James is a meanie! He made Carlitos cry!" Kendall whined.

"Kendall!" Mrs. Knight scolded. "What did I tell you about calling people names?"

"If you don't have nothing nice to say, don't say nothing at all."

James smiled triumphantly from the other side of the room. From the sound of things, Kendall's mommy makes him recite that saying a lot. James started snickering. Mr. Diamond cleared his throat, and James' grin disappeared real quick.

Carlos' dad had his son on his lap, and was rocking him back and forth. It wasn't long before Carlos had drifted off to sleep, and Mr. Garcia was glad because at least he couldn't cry when he was asleep. Unlike the other adults in the room, he had remained silent up until now. He had kind of sat back and observed. From what he could tell, as much as it seemed like Kendall, James, and Carlos had nothing in common, they did; they all cared about Logan.

To Be Continued…

A/N: So as you have no doubt noticed, this story does not have continuity with my other stories in that in this story, Logan doesn't have parents that are jerks and ignore him; in fact, he doesn't have parents at all because they died. Okay, hear me out. I have this all rationalized and whatnot based on canon. Lol. In "Big Time Audition," all four boys called their moms. Since Logan is the only one of the guys who we have yet to see even one of his parents, I am making the assumption that he has none. In "Big Time Pranks" and "Big Time Crush," Logan mentioned his grandma, so I deduced that Logan's "mom" that he called in "Big Time Audition" is really his grandma. Of course this is all speculation on my part, and/or me taking artistic liberties, so…yeah.