Kendall, James were still camped out in living room. It had been three hours now since Logan stormed out of the apartment and things were not going well for the two boys who were awake.

When Carlos retreated to his room, he instantly fell asleep and has stayed that way. James and Kendall had no such luck.

The spread out on the couch, the floor, the living room chairs, everything. Their body aches would just not let them get comfortable. James had been vomiting what seemed like non-stop. He'd been sick at least four times since Logan had left. Most of the time the awful stench and the sound of retching had Kendall succumbing to his nausea as well.

Kendall was currently curled up in a living room chair, wrapped tightly in his comforter. He shivered against the chills brought on by his fever. He glanced over at James, who was sprawled out on the couch. He was extremely pale and his hair stuck up in several directions. Very un-James like. He'd finally finished vomiting and had been laying lifelessly on the couch for nearly half an hour now. He looked like he was half asleep, but Kendall couldn't really tell for sure.

"How you holding up, James?" Kendall croaked. His throat was dry, but there was no way he'd get up and make the long journey to the kitchen for a glass of water.

James shifted his eyes to Kendall, then back at the wall he'd been staring at. Their nausea was that bad, that they couldn't even watch TV without ending up with their heads in their buckets.

"M'fine." He mumbled. He shut his eyes, tight.

"You're not fine." Kendall responded as he snuggled deeper into the warmth of his comforter. He watched as James' eyelids slowly dropped. As if James' sleepiness was affecting him, he found himself yawning.

"James, let's go to bed. Logan will be here when we wake up." Kendall suggested.

"Kendall, it's too far to walk. I can't." James sounded completely helpless. The ten steps it would take to get to their room and it was too far.

However, Kendall could sympathize. He knew the small trek would feel like miles for him too. But the living room was not going to provide either of them with proper rest and he knew it.

"Come on, James. Bed will be so much comfier. We can help each other there."

James let out an exhausted sigh. "Okay." He agreed, finally.

Kendall slowly pulled himself off the chair. He had to steady himself with the arm of the chair in order to keep himself from falling. The room seemed to sway and tilt wildly, but Kendall knew he and James needed to go to bed to sleep.

Slowly, Kendall managed to make it to the couch. He had to sit down for a moment once he got there to ease his latest stomach cramp.

"Kendall, let's just sleep here. We're just too tired." James whined.

Tired wasn't the right word. They were weak. Kendall Knight and James Diamond, the two big bad hockey players, were too weak to make it to their bed. Every inch of their bodies hurt and ached in protest with every move they made.

Kendall sucked in a deep breath. "Let's go. It's only a couple steps."

James forced himself in a sitting position and gratefully accepted Kendall's help getting off the couch. Kendall draped James' arm around his shoulder and James did the same with Kendall's arm. Slowly, they hobbled their way to their room together that way.

They were both too weak to support themselves and their course of action only made it worse. By the time they got to their room, they both collapsed on Kendall's bed, which was the closest to the door. They had overexerted themselves, now too exhausted and in pain to move.

"That wasn't a good idea. My stomach hurts." James face contorted in pain as he clutched his offending stomach.

"You're not going to be sick, are you?" Kendall asked.

"I don't think so. Not right this minute anyway." James said.

"Good. Because we left the buckets in the living room." Kendall told him.

James sighed. "When is Logan coming back? He could have helped us to our room, helped us get comfortable and brought our buckets in for us."

"Just go to sleep, James. I'm sure he'll be back by the time we wake up." Kendall told him.

"Where the hell did he even go?"

"I don't know. Just…Let's sleep. We both need a nap." Kendall said, shutting his eyes tight, trying to ignore yet another painful stomachache.

"Agreed." James said as he rolled over closer to the wall against Kendall's bed. "I just hope he's back soon. We need him."

"I know we do, James. I know." Kendall agreed before drifting off to sleep.

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Logan in his car looking out at the lake in front of him. He'd gone for a drive way out past the city and he ended up there by the lake. The environment had managed to ease his anger some.

He sighed, trying to release some of the anger that still remained. He didn't want to be mad at his sick friends, but he couldn't help it. He only wanted to help and they just shoved him away. When they needed him, they shoved him to the side. Logan felt like a dog that had just been kicked.

He glanced at the clock in his car. He'd been gone a while and knew he should get back to the guys soon. They were sick and miserable and needed assistance.

However, he was too stubborn to bring himself to turn on the engine and start for home. After all, they did ask for this. He was just giving them the space they wanted. If they really needed him, they'd call, Logan convinced himself. And he would not go back until they called.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he found himself hoping that they wouldn't wait to call until it was already to late.

Okay, yes, I suck. I'm super sorry! I've been uber busy with work and haven't had time to write. But lucky for you guys, I sprained my ankle and will be out of commission for a few days. Sooooo, hopefully that means I can do some updating! Sorry that this chapter wasn't really worth the wait, but I promise the next will be a lot better. Reviews, please? Tell me how awesome/awful it was!