Kind of wanted to hold of on writing this, just to torture you guys. But I couldn't resist any longer. Enjoy :)

Chapter 7:

The wheel of the upside down car slowly completed its last rotation. Broken glass lay scattered around the car. The blonde boy inside the car remained still, broken.

It took thirty minutes for another car to come twisting around the bend, before noticing the scene of the accident. The car quickly came to a stop and both the drivers side and passenger doors opened. Horror was painted across the faces of both adults.

"Quick, call an ambulance." Roared the man as he quickly ran over to the edge of the road looking down into the ditch at the up turned car. The women quickly fumbled into her handbag and clumsily pulled out a phone and punched in three numbers. She held the phone to her ear waiting for the call to connect. The man had slid down the side of the bank and was hesitantly approaching the upside down car.

"Hello, I need an ambulance. There's been a terrible accident. We're on route 2…there are two cars involved. One has collided with a tree and the other is upside down in a ditch. Come quick please!" she begged. She disconnected the call and quickly ran over to the other car. She wrenched open the door and the man inside was moving slowly. She unbuckled the seat belt and helped him out of the car, guiding him over towards the car she had just got out of. "Are you okay?" The man could only manage a nod. She then directed her attention to her husband.

Once the man had reached the car, he had begun assessing the situation. He had to work quickly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He quickly turned it to camera mode and turned the flash on, acting as a makeshift torch. He shone the light into the car and the light flooded over the unconscious body sat in the front seat. He tried to pull the door open but it wouldn't budge. The glass had shattered but the majority of it was still in place. He broke away the remains and put his top half of the body into the car. He placed his index and middle fingers against the boy's neck, and luckily could feel a faint pulse. He then reached over and unclasped his seatbelt releasing the boy from the seat. Carefully, trying to protect his neck, he helped maneuver the lifeless body out from the car. Once he was free from the confines of the car, he called for his wife.

"Honey. Quick. Help!" he screamed. She appeared at the top of the hill and she slid down the small hill to her husband's side. "He's still alive. Just. We need to get him up there for when the ambulance comes!" He was barking orders at his wife; she flinched, as she had never heard her husband speak to her like this before. She grabbed the poor boy's feet and helped her husband carry him to the edge of the bank. After sliding down a couple of times, they finally managed to get him onto the road, just as blue lights began to flash, signaling the approach of help.

The ambulance didn't even come to a complete stop before paramedics were jumping out of the van to rush to the injured. They immediately checked for a pulse, forced the boy's eyelids open checking the dilation of his pupil.

"Hello. Can you hear me?" one of the paramedics called. He didn't reply. "Stay with us." The paramedic then began to strap a mask onto the broken boy's face. The boy was placed on a stretcher and then loaded into the back of an ambulance. Police finally arrived at the scene and began questioning the husband and wife who had saved the boy. The other man insisted he was fine, but the paramedics forced him into the other ambulance, informing him that a proper check up was in order.

Logan, Carlos and James were sprawled out on the orange sofa as Mrs. Knight was in the kitchen baking snicker doodles with her daughter, Katie. The boys chuckled as the guy on TV attempted to perform a prank on his girlfriend just to see it backfire. The program cut out and was replaced with a presenter's voice.

"We interrupt this scheduled broadcast to bring you some breaking news. " The boys groaned. "A two car accident has been reported on Route 2." The TV then began to show aerial pictures of Route 2. The first picture was of a car wrapped around a tree. Then the pictures moved onto the car that lay upside down in the ditch. The boys fell silent, mouths gapping open. "Two unidentified males have been injured in this accident, as one driver collided with a tree and the other car landing upside down in the ditch."

"I-i-i-isn't that o-o-o-our car?" Carlos spluttered. Logan and James didn't reply but kept their eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Both drivers have been rushed to hospital, where they will be identified and relevant people will be contacted. It is still unknown what caused the accident but police…" The phone began to ring. All three boys directed their attention to the phone sitting on the hook. Mrs. Knight and Katie hadn't been paying attention to the news broadcast as they were baking.

"I'll get it shall I?" There was an annoyed tone in her voice. All three boys rushed up to her as she answered the phone. Wishing that their speculations weren't true. "Hello….yes, this is she." Her voice immediately lost it's perky tone. "He's where? I-i-is he okay? T-t-thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can." She couldn't fight back the tears in her eyes. This confirmed it for the boys. Their eyes began to tear up too.

"Who was that?" Katie asked.

"Katie, get your coat." If the boys hadn't seen Mrs. Knight's mouth move, they would have been convinced that the voice didn't belong to her.

"Why? Where are we going?"

"KATIE! GET YOUR COAT." She bellowed. Katie dropped the wooden spoon she was holding and walked off to her room. Mrs. Knight avoided looking at the other boys.

"Is..is it…Kendall?" Logan asked. She began to cry as she slowly nodded her head. Katie soon returned with her coat looking really confused at why everyone looked like someone had just died.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I'll explain in the car." Mrs. Knight rushed out of the apartment with the other three hockey players and Katie close on her tail.

The rain had never reached the main part of LA, and the drive to the hospital should have been a quick one. But for the passengers in the car it felt like it had lasted for days. Katie was finally informed of what had happened and had burst into tears. Eventually, when they had arrived at the hospital they all ran to the reception desk.

"Kendall Knight. I need to see my baby. Where is he?" Mrs. Knight was practically screaming at the receptionist. She hammered away at her keyboard quickly before acknowledging the hysteric women in front of her.

"He's in surgery at the moment. If you'd like to take a seat in the waiting room…"

"NO I WILL NOT TAKE A SEAT. MY SON HAS JUST BEEN IN A CAR CRASH! I NEED TO SEE HIM NOW!"

"Maam, I'm going to need to ask you to calm down. Or I'll have to call security." James walked up to Mrs. Knight and put his arm around her. And that's where she broke down into tears. James guided her over to the seats in the waiting room and they all sat in silence, with the occasional sob heard, from whom it came from, was hard to tell.

After what felt like a week of waiting, a female doctor with long brown hair stood in front of the family. She was sporting a spotless white coat.

"Mrs. Knight?" she asked as the mother stood up. "We've managed to stabilize him, but his body had begun to shut down, and unfortunately he's in a coma. He got to us just in time. If he had been any later then…" she didn't need to finish that sentence.

"A coma? But, he's going to be okay?" the doctor didn't answer right away.

"I have every faith that your son will wake up from his coma. But you need to understand that he lost a lot of blood. His skull was fractured from the collision. And he has broken his right arm. As I have said, his body had begun to shut down in the hope of preserving his brain. This is a safety measure that the body has. Unfortunately, as they were server wounds, there's no telling how long he'll be in the coma for."

"Can we see him?" asked Carlos. The doctor nodded and led them to the room Kendall was being kept in. Mrs. Knight quickly rushed to his side and grabbed the boy's hand. He looked so broken. A tube had been placed down his throat to help his breathing. His head was heavily wrapped in bandages and his arm was set in a cast. He could easily have been dead. There was no movement at all. His mother began to sob; she pulled Katie close to her, embracing her, never wanting to let her go. Tears were streaming from her eyes. There was a knock at the door and a police officer was standing in the doorframe.

"Mrs. Knight? I was wondering if I could have a quick word?" She wiped her tears away on her sleeve and nodded as she followed the man in uniform out of the room. James went over to Katie and picked her up, she clung around his neck and James could feel her tears sprinkling his neck.

"Let's go get you something to drink." He whispered to her. She nodded in understanding and James carried her out of the room. Carlos went to follow before he noticed Logan frozen to the spot.

"You coming?" He asked and all Logan could do was shake his head. Carlos placed a hand on Logan's shoulder. "He's going to make it through this." And he left following James. Logan edged closer to the broken boy in the bed. He pulled a chair up to the bedside and took Kendall's hand. He began to stoke it with his thumb.

"Oh my God Kendall. This is bad. You have to wake up. Wake up!" Logan shouted at the boy. But there was no response. Logan shook his head, he had read a number of medical books and he knew that that never worked. Movies and TV soaps always had that cheesy storyline. And he always used to scoff when someone declared his or her love to a coma person and that person would magically wake up. But he didn't care. If he could wake Kendall up so he looked less broken then he would try anything. "This is all my fault. You never would have been there if I didn't make you feel like this. I can't lose you Kendall. We can't lose you. You're our leader. We need you!" The blonde still didn't stir. That's when Logan lost all his strength, and couldn't fight back the tears anymore. He placed his head next to Kendall's and began to sob uncontrollably.

He heard the door creak open and lifted his heavy head. Mrs. Knight was standing at the door. She held her arms out in front of her and Logan's feet automatically carried him to her, like she was a magnet and he was made of metal. She closed her arms around him and began to rub his back.

"I heard what you said Logan. This isn't your fault. It was just a freak unfortunate reaction." Logan shook his head.

"I upset him. He wouldn't have been where he was if I didn't upset him." Mrs. Knight shushed him and lifted his head so he was forced to look at her.

"Sweetie, I know how much you care about him, and he cares about you too. You could never do anything to truly upset him." Just as Logan's tears had began to stopped, they started again as soon as Kendall's mom finished what she was saying. "He'll be okay. This is Kendall we're talking about. He's a fighter." Logan sniffed and forced a smile.

"He's the strongest person I know." Mrs. Knight smiled and placed a kiss to the crying boy's forehead and then went and sat down in the seat that Logan had recently vacated.

Two days passed and there was no improvement to Kendall's condition. Mrs. Knight and Logan hadn't left Kendall's side since they first arrived. Katie was forced to go home that night with James and Carlos by her mom. After half an hour of protest she was finally defeated. They returned the next day to find Mrs. Knight asleep on the sofa in Kendall's room and Logan asleep with his head resting on Kendall's bed. They woke Logan up and tried to convince him that he should go back to the apartment for a couple of hours. He had refused and sat glued to his seat.

James and Carlos walked into the room to see Logan asleep in the chair next to Kendall's bed. Carlos went over to the genius and gently woke him.

"Logan. Logan?" he called until he began to stir.

"Kendall?" Carlos smiled back at the confused boy.

"No buddy. It's me. Why don't you go home for a couple of hours? Get some sleep in your bed." Logan shook his head.

"No. I'm not leaving until he wakes up."

"No offence Logan, but you stink! You haven't showered for two days." Logan could feel his nostrils burn as he caught the odd sniff of himself. He sighed and stood up. He was just about to walk out of the room when James' phone began to ring. He got it out of his pocket and answered it.

"Hello?" Logan and Carlos didn't need to have the phone against their ears to hear Gustavo shouting down the phone at them.

"Where the hell are you?" James, Carlos and Logan looked at each other wide eyed. They hadn't told Gustavo what had happened to Kendall. And today was the day their album was released.

"Fuck! We didn't tell Gustavo." Whispered James as he covered up the bottom of his phone to prevent Gustavo from hearing them. "What do we do?" Logan and Carlos both shrugged.

"Well we need to tell him. This is pretty serious." James nodded.

"Ah, me non comprend-y what you are saying." James had put on a fake French accent and then hung up the phone.

"He's going to be pissed!" Carlos warned. James shrugged and couldn't help but smile.

"Why did you do that? We need to tell him."

"I don't give a shit about our album right now. In case you've missed something, our best friend is lying in a bed struggling for his life. I think this has higher priorities than some stupid album." Carlos and Logan both gasped. They had never heard James talk badly about his dream of becoming a pop star. But he was right. Kendall was the most important thing in the world right now.

"Now, Logan. Go back to the Palm Woods, shower, sleep a little and avoid Gustavo at all costs."

"Er, I've changed my mind."

"No you haven't. If Kendall wakes up, you'll be the first person to know." Assured Carlos while pushing Logan out the door. Logan tried to force the door back open but Carlos was too strong for him. He eventually gave up and made his way outside the hospital.

The sun was bright in the sky. Logan flagged down a taxi and jumped in.

"The Palm Woods please." The taxi driver nodded and apparently caught a whiff of Logan's odor as he rolled his window down and drove off. They were speeding along route 210 when signposts for route 2 appeared. "Er, can you detour up route 2 a second please?" The taxi driver nodded but Logan could see the confused look he had in his rear view mirror. The taxi swung off of the highway and began moving along route 2. Logan didn't need to guess where it had all happened. As they approached the crash site signs were placed up warning other drivers. "Can you just stop here please?" The driver slowed down and Logan got out of the taxi. He walked over to the driver's window and handed him a twenty. "Just keep the engine running?" The driver nodded and pulled out a paper and began to read it. Logan stepped towards the edge of the bank, each step taking ten times the amount of energy it should have. He peered down into the ditch and saw the car still lying there, wheels up, broken glass surrounding it. He looked away. It was a lot more painful the he thought it would have been. Everyone kept telling Logan it would be okay, that Kendall would come out of this. But Logan was more realistic. He had read case studies of people in far less dramatic accidents not coming out of their comas. Logan wasn't going to believe Kendall was going to be okay until Kendall opened his eyes, looked deep into his own and told him himself. What happens if Kendall never woke up? The last thing Logan had said to Kendall was that he didn't think he felt the same. That was true wasn't it? He didn't love Kendall the way Kendall loved him. Right? Then why did Logan refuse to leave Kendall's bedside? Why did Logan feel like his whole world had come crashing down when he first found out that Kendall had been in his accident. All he could think about was Kendall. He wasn't ready to never see those bright green eyes looking back at him again. He wasn't ready to not hear that boy laugh again. Or that goofy way he would imitate Spiderman. He wasn't ready to never feel that spark again when their lips touch. Or how they would tingle for hours afterwards. Or the way Logan's heart sped up when he touched the blonde boy. He wasn't ready to let Kendall go. He couldn't live without him in his life. And that's when it all seemed to fall into place. Logan did feel the same way. He did love Kendall. He hurried back to the taxi and got in. The taxi driver turned around and sped back in the direction they had just came.