A/N Do you guys even know how much I appreciate your reviews? Like, I could just cry. THANK YOU! What did ya'll think of BTRocker? "…Cut it off and… Agh!" Oh my, this show concerns me. And how smoking were those leather jackets?

The events of the day had taken its toll on Carlos' weak body. While Logan was exhausted and slept peacefully, Carlos was fussy and fitful all evening. He whimpered and kicked in his sleep, and he would rub his sore ears from time to time. Even from the outside they looked red and irritated. And a new symptom now made itself present: he had a horrible, congested cough. Well, he had a cough for the past couple days but this was different and much, much worse. It sounded like someone had poured super glue into his chest, and he hacked away in his sleep.

When he first started coughing, it alarmed James and Kendall. The first fit was so bad that he had awoken with tears stinging his eyes, but they effectively soothed him back to sleep and he had stayed asleep ever since, his body too tired to wake again.

"His cough is scaring me, Kendall," James admitted. It was now 7 in the evening. The day was finally coming to a close but they knew they would not sleep a wink tonight. Why couldn't they just have simple colds? It would be so much easier. James could literally feel himself starting to break out because of all the stress. He hadn't had a break out since high school in Minnesota. But that was the least of his worries at the moment.

"It's scaring me too," Kendall admitted. For once, he didn't have all the answers, and the one who did was horribly ill with a crippling flu.

"Should we wake him up and give him some medicine, and maybe some orange juice?" James suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Logan always says that the body needs nutrients when it's sick and he hasn't had much today."

James gathered up Carlos' bottles of medicine and poured him a glass of orange juice and put a few crackers on a plate, then brought it to Carlos, who was gently being awoken by Kendall.

"Hey buddy, can you wake up for a few minutes?" Kendall asked, bringing Carlos to a sitting position. The little Latino moaned and leaned against Kendall, trying to gather his bearings. He just wanted to sleep.

"What? M'tired," Carlos whined. He let out a painful cough and Kendall patted him between the shoulder blades until it was over.

"We need you to take your medicine and eat some food," Kendall said. Carlos moaned and buried his face in Kendall's chest.

"No, no medicines, it's icky," Carlos slurred. "I want some pillows."

James shared a confused look with Kendall. "Why is he talking weird?" The brunette said.

"I think he's delirious," Kendall said. He rested his palm on the boys' forehead and worry shot through his stomach at the heat he found there. "He's so hot, James. He needs some fever reducer, now."

James hurriedly poured a couple pills in his hand and Kendall took them and put them on the back of Carlos' tongue, than followed it up with orange juice, which Carlos drank thirstily. Next they gave him the cough syrup which they hoped would calm his cough a bit, and then the antibiotics. Carlos was too out of it to put up his usual fight. This alarmed James and Kendall more than anything else. Carlos wasn't Carlos anymore, he was listless and lifeless. He wasn't even clingy anymore. He craved comfort, of course, but he was too weak to crawl into a waiting lap or hug his friend's necks tightly.

"Do you want to try some food?" James asked, stroking Carlos' black, damp bangs from his face. They were usually spiked on top of his head but now they hung limply above his fever-shot eyes. Carlos tried to be a good sport and gave a little nod. Though he felt so sick, he also felt a bit hungry, like his body needed food but not his stomach. It was definitely a weird feeling.

James smiled and handed Carlos a cracker, which he munched on slowly. It went down with no problem, so James handed him another one. This time, it didn't go so well. A coughing fit hit Carlos' full force and he gagged a bit before spitting the tiny amount of food right back up. Luckily, James had quick reaction time and when he heard the first gag emit from the smaller boy's mouth he placed the plate beneath his chin and let him throw up.

Carlos let out a high-pitch sound that was a cross between a moan and a whimper after the assault on his body. He was now frustrated, he wanted to eat and he needed to eat but his body wouldn't let him. Kendall hugged Carlos gently while James went to throw the messy plate away.

"What just happened?" Logan asked, waking from his deep sleep from the sounds of Carlos' gags. He saw Carlos greyish parlor and once again forgot about his own health to kneel in front of him. "Carlitos, are you alright?"

"Logan, please lay down," Kendall said, pulling Logan up by one arm so he was seated on the couch.

"No, something's wrong and I want to know what," Logan said. "Ugh, I shouldn't have fallen asleep."

"You're running a high fever, you need sleep," Kendall argued. Carlos groaned and snuggled against Kendall's side even more, irritated by all the voices in his throbbing ears.

"I'll sleep when I know what happened," Logan said, leaning over Kendall's lap so he could feel Carlos' forehead. He could barely see through his fever but he knew Carlos needed help.

"He has a really bad cough," Kendall said, knowing Logan would not give up until he could play doctor. "It sounds like he has something stuck in his chest. His fever is spiking, too."

Logan sighed, placing a hand to his swimming head. He didn't want to get up, but he knew he had to help Carlos, so he was gearing himself to stand up without falling over.

"Logie, you ok?" Kendall asked, concerned by his behavior.

"Yeah, I just don't feel good," he answered, getting to his feet. Nausea overwhelmed his stomach and he stumbled a bit. James had just come back in from the kitchen and caught him easily.

"Whoa, Logan, what are you doing?" James asked protectively. Why wouldn't his friends just simply rest?

"Carlos," Logan mumbled. He sat down next to his Latino friend and pulled him close. "Tell me what's wrong, Carlitos."

"My chest hurts, Logie," Carlos admitted, tears streaking his cheeks. Logan wiped the wet crystal drops away affectionately and looked at James.

"James, can you go up to my room and get my stethoscope? It's in my dresser," Logan said, his words slow and deliberate, as if it was hard to form words through his fever. James nodded and retrieved the medical instrument Logan asked for, than handed it to the smaller boy. Logan put the earpieces in his ears pulled down the collar of Carlos' shirt so he could press the cold metal against his chest. Carlos jumped at this and tried to pull away, but Kendall kept him still.

"It's ok," Logan told him. "Can you take a deep breath for me?"

Carlos did what he was told, and Logan listened intently, worry etched in his features.

"Lean him forward," Logan instructed Kendall. The blonde leaned Carlos slightly towards Logan, and the little doctor reached behind Carlos back, lifted his shirt, and pressed the metal piece to his back. Again, Carlos jumped but instead of fidgeting, he buried his face in Logan's neck.

"Can you breathe again deeply for a couple seconds?" Logan asked. Carlos drew in a few deep breaths. "Ok, good, now cough a couple times."

Carlos sat up a bit and forced a cough, which led to an unintentional coughing fit. Logan listened to this closely. "Does it hurt to cough?" He asked. Carlos nodded. "Where does it hurt? Kind of by your shoulder blades, or in your chest, or both?"

"My chest," Carlos answered with a yawn. "Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah, buddy, you can sleep," Logan said softly, laying him down gently and stroking his hair to relax him.

"Is he ok?" Kendall asked, staring at Logan expectantly.

"Well, he has bronchitis, but luckily not pneumonia, which is what I was afraid of," Logan said in his weak, broken voice. "His lungs are clear. We just need to make sure it doesn't lead to pneumonia, which it can if we're not careful."

"Wait, this sounds serious," Kendall said. "Doesn't he need a doctor and medicine for this?"

Logan shook his head. "He has Penicillin, that's all he'll need. It'll just take a couple days for it to work. As long as we keep him well rested, he'll be fine."

"And what about you?" James asked, to which Logan looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to be fine? I mean, you have nobody to diagnose you and I feel bad," James said. Logan gave a small smile as he lay down on the couch.

"I have the flu, I'll live," he said, touched that his friends cared so much. "You guys are doing a really good job, so stop freaking out, please. You're stressing me out."

A few minutes later, Logan was fast asleep again. Now that they both had medicine coursing through their veins, it would be quiet for a few hours until the next dose was needed.

"Hey, we can play some video games and make some pizza," Kendall suggested.

"Sure, I'll make the pizza," James said, stifling a yawn.

"I'll set up the video games," Kendall said, finding James' yawn contagious. They were so tired after such a crazy day. Neither boy got up from their seats like they said they were, but instead fell right to sleep.

A/N Thanks for reading! Hmm, I hope Carlos will be ok… Reviews are froggies on my lily pad!