He was walking through a hospital. Through large, white and blue hallways. All the people around him looked so scary with blue sheets on and white masks in front of their faces. Luckily he was holding his father's hand. They stopped in front of a door with number 758 on it. The room was even more scarier than the hallways had been. It was full of weird machines that made beeping noises.

And then he saw her. She was lying in a large white bed. But this woman couldn't be her, she didn't even look like her…She was wearing a mask covering her nose and mouth, her skin was weird and had the color of one of his favorite alien dolls. Her eyes were deep and dark and her sparkling eyes were not to be seen. His father kneeled to his level and whispered:

"This is your fault Logan, so you better look at her very carefully…" "She is dying Logan, because of you…"

Logan screamed and sat up straight in his bed. A mixture of sweat and tears were running from his face. Footsteps immerged and in a second his friends were by his side.

"What happened?" Carlos asked.

"My mom…my fault, all my fault…" Logan muttered.

"Logan, what happened to your mom?" James asked.

"My mom….is dead because of me!" Logan said dramatically.

"What do you mean?" Carlos asked.

"I got sick, when I was about ten or eleven and…my mom took care of me." Logan said a bit trembling.

Carlos quickly threw his blankets around him.

"She was there all the time, never left my side…" "I got better and went back to school and everything was going great."

Logan sighed deep and whipped the tears out of his eyes.

"But one day I came back from school and I saw a ambulance in front of our house, so I ran inside and saw my mom lying on the floor with my dad kneeled next to her…"

He scraped his voice and once again had to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

"Apparently she had caught the virus that had made me sick, only it affected her way worse…" "She…she died three days later in the hospital...and my dad blamed me for it and started drinking the very same evening…"

Now Logan didn't even try to hide his tears. Kendall and James pulled their friend in a hug, but didn't say anything. At that moment the phone rang and Carlos went to pick up. A few minutes later he came back in.

"That was Gustavo, what kept us so long…"

"What did you say?" Kendall asked.

"That we needed to look after a friend today." Carlos said looking at Logan.

"I…I don't want the same to happen to you guys." Logan said.

"We'll make sure nothing will happen to us, promise." Kendall said.

"Okay…" Logan whispered. "I think I need to go see a doctor than…"

"Finally he thinks he needs a doctor!" Carlos said, trying to break the tension.

"We'll go with you." James said.

The four of them slowly walked downstairs to the doctor's office of Palm Woods.

"Hi, we're here for our friend, I think he's got a broken rib or something, Logan Mitchell is his name." Kendall said to the lady at the counter.

"Alright, take a seat the doctor will be with you shortly." She said.

Logan was shaking heavily and he wouldn't keep his eyes off any of his friends.

"Logan, we're not going anywhere, trust us!" James said.

"Logan Mitchell?" A man in a white jacket asked.

All four boys stood up and walked to the man.

"Sorry, only the patient and one other person can come in." The man said kindly.

Logan and Kendall walked into the room and James and Carlos immediately pressed their ears against the door.

The doctor made photo's of Logan's chest and felt around the ribs, which at some spots hurt really bad.

"Okay, according to where you feel pain and your photo's I have to conclude that you've got three broken ribs mister Mitchell." The doctor said.

Kendall shot some "I told you so" glares at Logan. The doctor rapped a very tight elastic bandage around Logan's chest and told Kendall to not let Logan do anything.

"So, how did it go?" James asked nervous when the two came back, Logan in a wheelchair and Kendall pushing it.

"He's got three broken ribs." Kendall said. "He's not allowed to do anything for the next two months."

Carlos and James groaned.

"That sucks!" Carlos said.

The four of them left the doctor's office, on their way to Roque Records. Logan looked how his friends were keeping an eye on him while they thought he didn't know.

This doesn't suck, not really though. I've got my friends to look after me and that's all I'm gonna need!

The End!

Thanks 2 You for letting me see how that other end sucked, this is I think a lot better ;)