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Chapter Nine
Nothing to Lose...
Carlos was running as if his very life depended on it.
After getting yelled at by his former friend over something he didn't even do and interrogated into oblivion by the others, Carlos couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to talk anyone, or hear what anyone had to say. All he could focus on was running until his lungs burst into flames.
As he scrambled down the busy sidewalk- which, to his understanding, had been completely vacant when he was racing earlier that same day- he was beginning to second guess his choice. After talking it through in his head, he quickly came to realize that his decision to flee hadn't been the best choice he could have made. Come to think of it, a little boy wondering the streets alone and completely unguarded wasn't exactly safe. He hadn't even considered and thought through all the aspects of matter, but he did it anyway! If a kidnapper didn't get to him by the time he got to the park and then home again, once Logan and James got their hands on him, he would surely be lectured then grounded until he died.
Wait, why didn't I just run home? Carlos thought to himself. At least then he'd be in the safety and comfort of his own home! He mentally kicked himself for not thinking his plan through.
He pushed those thoughts aside and tried to focus on the matter at hand. Carlos continued to run as fast as his little legs could carry him, ignoring the burning, aching sensation that was forming in his chest and the queasy feeling that was still lingering in his stomach. His lungs and chest felt as if they were on fire and his breathing was becoming labored. He didn't care; all he cared about was running as fast as he could.
After running for what seemed like an eternity, he looked closely and saw that he was nearing the enterance to the park. And within a few short moments, he was completely surrounded by trees and dark shadows. His vision- as well as his decision making skills- were termporarily impaired at the sudden darkness and the lack of blood getting to his head. Nevertheless, he continued to run; passed the trees and the leaves, passed the rocks and the rubble, passed the birds in the sky and the bugs beneath his feet.
He quickly located the area of the park that was the most infested with trees and scurried over to it. He dipped behind the biggest tree he could see, holding his aching chest as he allowed his lungs to refill with air. His asthma was making the simple task extremely difficult and he struggled to even out his breahting. He reprimanded himself for not thinking to bring along an inhaler; he wasn't planning on running so much. Slowly but surely, he was able to calm himself down enough to breath.
Letting out a whine, he slid to his bottom, using the tree as support. He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his trembling arms around them to bring them even closer. He rested his forehead against his arms and them, all the tears he'd been suppressing had finally spewed.
Everything that had happened to him that day replayed in his head, forcing even more tears to fall. He hated that day; he lost his best friend, all because his secret got out. He let out another sob. He stayed there for a while, too consumed in his own thoughts and his weeping to move.
He'd barely gotten the chance to completely compose himself when the sound of a twig snapping in half echoed off the trees behind him. Instantly, he was back on his feet. He spun on his heel, expecting to discover some kind of being there- once again coming face to face with nothing. He even leaned against the tree, squinting his eyes for added affect as he tried to scan the are through the darkness. But still to no avail. All he could see was the trees.
He scratched his head in complete and utter confusion; she was really beginning to question his sanity. He knew he wasn't imagining hearing that stick or the unmistakable feeling of being watched. He could have sworn...
His thoughts were once again interupted at the distinctive sound of his friends clearing their throats. He froze, slowly turning around them. He could feel his body becoming overwhelmed a sense of dread and trepidation as they eyed him unamused. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute at the realization that he had just gotten caught.
He knew what was going to happen; they were going to scold him, interrogate him and bombard him with questions that he couldn't answer, then they were going to drag him back home by his ears without giving him a chance to even explain himself. His heart sunk again.
"Carlos,"
The child in question winced. He didn't want to fight with them, honestly, all he wanted to do was continue his sulking in peace and then lie down in his bed. He knew that his friends would be infuriated with him for making them worry. He could still feel his heart thumping against his chest and a lump forming in the back of his throat.
For the second time that night, Carlos became like a statue, frozen in place. As they inched closer to him, his entire world was moving in slow motion.
Naturally, Carlos was dumbfounded to find that, instead of being chided, Logan and James pulled him into a hug.
Carlos visibly tensed. He couldn't bring himself to comprehend what was going on. He ran away without so much as an explanation why, and they hug him?
While he was busy trying to make sense of what was happening, they pulled back.
"Are you ok?" Logan asked, grabbing his arms to examine them as well as the rest of his body.
"Yeah, guys, I'm fine." Carlos answered, but they could tell he was lying. He didn't dare to try to pull away as Logan continued to search for any indications of sickness or possible injuries he could have obtained.
"Good," James huffed, then backhanded his friend in the back of his head.
Carlos' jaw dropped in shock as he brought a hand to his throbbing skull. "Ow!" he whined, frowning indignantly. "What was that for?"
"You had us worried sick!" James yelled in defense to Carlos and Logan's glares. He grabbed hold of his upper arms and shook him wildly. "What. Were. You. Thinking?" He demanded, emphasizing each word with a shake. He let go of one of his arms to bop him again.
"Ow! Why do you keep hitting me?" Carlos pouted, shrugging James' hands off his shoulders to rub his head again.
"Because, maybe I can smack some sense into you!" Carlos rolled his eyes at James; here was the "yelling at him" part he'd been hoping he could avoid. James crouched down a bit so he was about Carlos' height. Once he was eye to eye with him, he looked solemn as possible. "Carlos Garcia, you better be listening to me." James scolded and Carlos grimaced. His shoulders tensed at the use of his full name; that always meant that he was in trouble. "Don't you ever do this again! Do you understand? You had Logan worried to death!"
Logan nodded in agreement until he realized what James had said. It was then Logan's turn to smack James. "Hey; you were worried, too!"
"Yeah; worried that I would be too tired to kick your butt once we caught you!" James shrugged.
Logan rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Carlos. "What were you thinking?"
"I can answer that!" James exclaimed before Carlos could even answer. "He wasn't!"
Carlos looked down, standing there awkwardly as his friends yelled at him. Logan looked down at his friend, his face softening when he saw the sadness in his friend's eyes.
"Never mind what he were thinking; we're going home now." Logan said, outstretching his hand to the trembling boy. Carlos stared at Logan's hand as if it were a snake, ready to attack. His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the elder boy sighing. His gaze traveled back up to his face just in time to observe him rolling his eyes skyward. "Come on, Carlos, we've been over this- I don't have cooties and neither do you!"
Finally, after some careful consideration- and after allowing a gentle grin to set on the corners of his mouth- he went to them. His own hand going to take Logan's, wanting more than anything to tell them that he was ok. That's when a searing pain decided to shoot through his stomach. He didn't even realize it hurt so much until that moment. He could feel twisting again, as if it were trying to rip itself in half. He could feel his face scrunching up in pain and he doubled over.
"Carlos?" the distinguishable voice of Logan penatrated his thoughts, but all he could do was look up at them with big, scared eyes. "Buddy, what's wrong?" He couldn't bring himself to answer. His mind couldn't even register what was going on until it was too late. The corners of his vision slowly beginning to deteriorate into a realm of darkness. He could feel nothing; his body was completely numb.
Suddenly, his face was getting smushed against something soft and he realized that he had collapsed, crumbling into a heap of dead weight into someone's arms. His ability to see was slipping from his control and the act of simply keeping his eyes open was becoming more and more difficult to perform. Darkness began to encase more of the things he could see.
He looked around groggily and recognized Logan's big brown eyes staring into his. He almost felt relieved to see them until he saw how worried he looked. He could see Logan's lips moving, pleading- BEGGING- him to stay awake, yet he could hear no words. So instead, he made the mistake of giving up and closed his eyes to will the pain in his stomach ache to cease. That only seemed to make it worse.
As Carlos slipped in and out of consciousness, sound began to linger it's way back into his ears. He felt something cold being pressed against his forehead, then sliding down to the side of his face. "Oh, Carlos." a very worried sounding Logan mumbled. Even though the boy's voice was barely above a whisper, the sound was blaring in Carlos' eardrums. It was much too loud, and he weakly turned his head away from the sound.
Logan stared down guiltily at Carlos; he knew that Carlos wasn't feeling well, yet he still allowed him to go to James' house. If he had stuck to guns and made Carlos go back to bed like he wanted in the first place, none of this would be happening. "You're burning up, buddy. Why did you have to run away like that?"
The question was meant to be rhetorical; but Carlos answered anyway. He licked his lips; he didn't think he was strong enough to talk. "I... wanted... to be... a-alone..." His voice was weak and fragile and it got weaker as he talked. "H-He h-hates me..." Carlos rasped, feeling a tear rolling down his face. Carlos' eyelids began to droop as he stared at Logan with scared, though still dazed eyes.
"Buddy, what are you talking about? Who hates you?" It pained him too much to say his name. He didn't want to worry Logan anymore than he already was. He could read the fear on Logan's face like a book; but the young doctor- to- be put on a brave face. Was Carlos delirious? Probably... "Well, I think you overexerted yourself, buddy. But don't you worry, James and I going to take care of you; you're going to be just fine."
Carlos didn't quiet know what that word meant, but he didn't think to ask. "James-?" He was meaning to say James is here, too? But a wave of pain jolting in his abdomen made him grimace. He didn't remember seeing James? When did he get there? Why couldn't his brain focus on anything?
"Try not to talk, buddy. We'll talk later ok?" Logan instructed. "James, get him up..." His voice trailed off again after that. That was the last thing he remembered right before he passed out...
When he woke up next, he was only consciously aware of two things. For one thing, he was on a couch- it was far too lumpy to be a bed; but that was the least of his problems. Not only was the couch he was laying on NOT his, but his stomach wasn't trying to destroy him anymore.
"Carlos..." A faint, muffled voice asked. He groaned in response; he had yet to open his eyes and frankly he didn't feel like doing so anytime soon. Unfortunately, the owner of the voice was relentless, refusing to leave him alone. Something was poking and prodding at the side of his shoulder. He could feel someone's hot breath collecting and tickling the inside of his ear as they whispered "'Litos, you need to wake up..." in his ear.
He patted around, finally finding a pillow he could drag over his face. He laid there, snuggling closer to the pillow and nuzzling it as he blindly waved the voice off. He felt more than comfortable where he was; why couldn't they just leave him alone? However, after having the pillow ripped from his grasp and then being shaken a bit more forcefully, he forced his eyes to open a crack. There was a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes staring intently into his, watching his every move.
Consequently, Carlos freaked out- he let out loudest, most shrill, shriek of terror to ever emanate from his mouth, all while flailing about like a crazed octopus as whoever was sitting on his stomach leapt off.
He felt something warm oozing down the side of his face and he sat up and took notice of the washcloth resting on his forehead. He quickly drew his legs in and tucked them to chest, wrapping his arms in a protective hug around them as he recoiled as far back as he could. Wouldn't you if you woke up not knowing where you were of who was staring at you?
"Where am I?" He demanded, looking around. He let out a scream when someone grabbed his arms.
"Carlos, calm down!" Logan attempted to yell over his screaming. When Carlos stopped screaming, Logan continued in a much calmer, soothing voice. "Look around." He instructed, and Carlos did so; becoming relieved when he saw it was just Logan's living room. He let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. "You're safe! Everything's fine; you're just at my house."
"Just settle down." James added in from his spot next to Carlos on the couch. "Take it easy." Carlos nodded, cautiously looking around the room again before easing back into a lying position. He rested his head back on the pillows while James draped the covers- which he'd accidentally kicked off in his panicked state of mind- over his body, pulling them up to his chin.
"What's going on in here?" Their heads snapped up at the sight of Mrs. Mitchell sticking her head into the room.
"Nothing," Logan paused, picking up the thermometer off the couch and fiddling with in his hands. "Carlos just got a little scared. We're taking care of it!"
Logan's mom eyed him sympathetically. "Carlos, how are you feeling?"
The boy in question sighed, rubbing his temples. "Confused..." He answered truthfully.
"Oh, well, you gave us quite a scare; you've been out for three hours."
Carlos' eyes widened in apprehension. "Hours?!" he squeaked. "I was out for hours?!"
"Mom!" Logan chided, leaping up from beside of the couch to dart over to his mother. "You're scaring him! Out, out, out!" He said, pushing his mother out of the room.
"Ok, ok!" She muttered. "Feel better sweetie!" She called, disappearing again up the stairs. Logan rolled his eyes, returning to his place next to Carlos. He knelt down at the side of the couch, picked up the thermometer and napkin and wiped the edge of it off.
Carlos watched him quizzically, shrink back in anticipation. "What happened?"
"Well, we were in the park, then you fainted." Logan answered simply; a bit too simply for Carlos' liking. "Open up." Logan held the thermometer up to his mouth and Carlos pursed his lips shut, shaking his head defiantly. "Carlos. Open. Now!"
"Buddy, just open your mouth so Logan can take your temperature." James tried to reason.
Carlos whined in his throat, making a face. He really couldn't stand the thermometer, but he really didn't want Logan to have to pry his mouth open... again... He decided to- reluctantly- comply. He, very slowly, opened his mouth and Logan shoved it under his tongue.
They were silent after that, waiting patiently for the thermometer to beep. His eyes continued to shift between his friends and the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. Then finally, he blurted the first thing that came to his mind.
"Hmm din ah geh heya?" Unfortunately, the first thing that popped into his mind came out muffled when Carlos attempted to talk with the thermometer in his mouth.
"Shhh. Try not to talk." Logan instructed. The thermometer beeped and he pulled out of Carlos' mouth. "Hm," He squinted, holding the thermometer centimeters from his face. James loomed over Logan's shoulder, trying to peer at the numbers. "one hundred and one." He and James exchanged a relieved face. "Not too bad; that's a little better than before."
"Ok, h-how did I get here?" he repeated.
"Calm down, James carried you." Logan reassured. He stood up, snatching the glass off the table beside the couch. He placed a bendy straw in the cup, remember that Carlos was still a little bit shaky; he didn't want to risk him spilling all over like he did last time. "Now drink this." He instructed. James helped Carlos sit up and Logan put the straw to his lips. Carlos hadn't realized how dry his mouth was until he was offered the water, and he chugged happily until the straw was ripped away. "Slowly. You'll get sick doing that."
He hesitantly allowed Carlos to take another sip. He was pleasantly surprised when Carlos did so obediently, complying as he drank thirstily, though slowing down his pace at the warning glare from Logan. When he was finished, Logan set the cup back on the table, and he and James sat down next to the Latino on the couch.
"Carlos," Logan asked gently, then continued when he met his eyes. "what were you thinking when you ran off like that?"
Carlos looked down, not wanting his friends to see the hurt in his eyes. "I-I can't tell you."
"Carlos, this is serious; anything could have happened to you!" James cut in; he couldn't stand the thought something happening to his friends.
"Carlos, look at me." Logan ordered, but the boy refused to meet his eyes. "Look at me!" He commanded more forcefully, grabbing Carlos by his chin and forcing there eyes to meet. "What exact was going through your mind when you decided to run off the way you did?"
"I just needed a quiet place to think- without people!" He quickly added before either of them could have a chance to interject. He broke his gaze off of them and refocussed his eyes, once again, the blanket on his lap. Logan sighed in frustration as he let go of Carlos' chin.
"What were you thinking about?" James asked softly, staring at him expectantly. They were silent as they each waited for the other to speak. He didn't speak, though; he just continued to stare off into his lap.
Eventually, the eyes that were boring into his forehead became too much for him to handle, so he answered. "Nothing," he paused, his voice was barely above a whisper. "I-It's not important."
"Well, it must have been important that you thought you had to run away just so you could think clearly!"
Carlos grimaced, suddenly afraid of how they would react. "I can't tell you that either."
"Carlos, that cannot be your answer to everything! We have to talk about this sooner or later."
"Yeah, well, can't I just choose later?"
"It is later!" Logan snapped, and Carlos's eyes changed from shock, to hurt to devastated, to angry all in a matter of seconds. Then he looked down, pouting petulantly as he refused to look at either of his friends while he fiddled with the TV remote he'd found under his pillow.
Logan sighed, placing a gentle hand to his ill friend's shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. "Carlos, you have to understand that you can tell us anything. Don't you trust us?"
Carlos still didn't meet their eyes, and he refused to open his mouth, but he nodded. James and Logan shared a look of triumph; at least they knew Carlos trusted them. Perhaps it would be easier to get him to speak if they kept reminding him that. "So- are you ready to talk yet?"
Without skipping a beat, Carlos shook his head.
"Come on Carlos; nothing good comes from being quiet! Keeping everything bottled up inside is literally making you sick! Just tell us what's going on so we can help you fix it!" James pleaded.
Carlos remembered saying those exact words to Kendall. It made him feel like a hypocrite. Back when he and Kendall were friends, he badgered Kendall to tell someone about his problems; making it known that he should never keep secrets from friends. But what was he doing?
"We'll be right here- right by your side." James told him, sounding quite confident. He grabbed Carlos' hand in his own as he rubbed it with his thumb. Then, upon receiving a dove-like squeeze and a reassuring smile both, he allowed the wall he'd been building in his head to come crashing down.
It was time to stop being a hypocrite. It was time to tell them the truth...
But there was still the matter of the secret. That stupid secret! Why did Kendall have to make him promise not to tell? Where were the loopholes? There had to be a loophole of some kind...
His eyes brightened.
Kendall told him that he wasn't to tell anyone what was going on with him... He didn't say anything about telling for a kid who just so happened to be going through the same things as Kendall...
"Ok... well..." he began, eyeing them carefully as they urged him to go on. "there's this kid named...Wendall- yeah, that's it- and he's getting picked on. But when I found out, he wouldn't let me say anything, because he said that things would only get worse..."
James cut him off this time. "This 'Wendall' kid, he doesn't happen to have blonde hair, green eyes and play on the hockey team does he?"
"Maybe..."
"It's Kendall isn't it?" Well, that didn't work.
"Well..."
"CARLOS!" Logan and James snapped, and Carlos cringed.
"Ok, I'm sorry! It's just that Kendall begged me not to tell and that it was getting better, but then I saw that it wasn't and he kept getting hurt and he kept getting bruises and cuts all over and he refused to let me help him and now he hates me and can't play hockey anymore-?" He was doing it again; that nervous rambling he did whenever he felt like he was under pressure. He would talk so fast that he never knew if they could even understand what he was saying. The only thing that stopped him from rambling this time was the feeling of his stomach doing backflips.
The queasiness in his stomach returned all over again and his face visibly paled. He doubled over in pain when the pain in his stomach increased. He gingerly wrapped his arms around his middle.
"Carlos? Buddy, what's wrong?" James asked, sounding panicked. Carlos didn't answer. He could only muster a whimper as he stared up at looked up at James with big, pleading eyes. "Logan, what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know." Logan studied Carlos' face, wondering what could be wrong with him. His eyes widened at Carlos' face, which was turning a sickening shade of gray, tears pooling in his eyes as his body shook with heaves. He looked like he was ready to puke. Logan shoved the bucket under him. Carlos buried his head inside and Logan started rubbing slow, steady circles into his back. "Just calm down, buddy. Just calm down and let it out."
Carlos let out a whine. "I don't want to throw up again, Logan."
"I know you don't- again?" Logan said, pausing to look at James, who simply shrugged his shoulders. Clearly, he wasn't hearing the right. He'd been with Carlos the whole day! When could he have possibly thrown up without him knowing about it? "What do you mean again?"
"I threw up at Kendall's house earlier today..." he paused with a shaky breath. "after he yelled at me..." Another shaky breath. "It hurts, Logan! Make it stop!" He cried, burying his head even further in the bucket to cry.
"I know, buddy. Breathe man, breathe!" Logan muttered, but Carlos felt his lungs tightening up again, making the simple task harder than ever. Petrified, the poor, ill boy burst into tears, gripping the bucket in a death grip.
"Baby mine, don't you cry... Baby mine, dry your eyes... Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine..." Logan sang softly, hoping it would ease his friend's pain. It seemed to work, because for a moment, he sat there; his sobbing calming down to mere sniffling.
"Ok, I think it passed." Carlos said, lifting his head from the bucket.
"You sure?" Logan asked, watching him closely. Carlos nodded confidently. "Ok," he said slowly, setting the bucket aside for safe keeping. He sat up to face his Latino buddy. "Now, what do you mean Kendall can't play hockey anymore?"
"Someone found out that Kendall was getting beaten up and told my dad. He told Mama Knight and she pulled him out of hockey because she thought it was too dangerous... B-But I didn't tell her! He thought I did, but I really didn't! Honest! I promise! I swear that I didn't!"
"Carlos, calm down. I believe you. Ok?" Logan reassured, James nodding in agreement. Carlos nodded, feeling relieved that they didn't yell at him too. "Now, I want you to tell me when this start happening?"
Carlos heaved a sigh. "I honestly don't know, I found out about two days ago by accident; who knows how long Kendall kept this a secret."
Logan looked guiltily at Carlos as he spoke; he knew it. He knew that something wrong. He just didn't know it was something this serious.
Logan and James exchanged some troubled glances, Carlos eyeing them suspiciously. The two older boys stood up from the couch, their eyes never leaving each others'. "We have to tell someone!" Logan proclaimed, Carlos' eyes widened.
James snapped his fingers, pointing at Logan urgently. "Let's to tell your mom!"
Logan nodded, but before he could dash, he was yanked back by his arm. He looked down at Carlos, baring a puzzled expression. "No! We cannot tell anyone!"
"But Carlos, he's a bully! We have to tell an adult."
"No! Anthony said that if he told, things would get worse! Not better; worse!" Carlos said, repeating the words that Kendall had told him. "Besides, Kendall made me promise not to tell. He's already mad at me because he thought I told. Imagine what he'd do to me if he found out I told for real!" Carlos pleaded, subconsciously feeling at the place where the marks Kendall had left on his arm had been. He really didn't want a repeat of that.
"But you didn't tell us; you told us about Wendall." Logan reminded with a sly grin, even though he knew that there wasn't really a Wendall. "Technically, we found out by accident..." A lightbulb went off in his head. "Wait I'm smart..." Logan smirked, giving James a knowing look. A smile slowly began to spread on the taller boy's face as he caught on to what Logan was saying. They both gave each other that are-you-thinking-what-I'm-thinking? look, confirming it with a nod.
"Alright guys," Logan started confidently, as if he were about to give a speech. It was we're because normally they would have expected that from Kendall, not Logan. "we're going to do this on our own! And we can only pull this off if you do what I say, and if we all work together." Logan said, taking the time to look both his friends in the eye. "Now who's with me?" Logan held his hand out.
"I'm in." James beamed, putting his hand in the middle.
"Me too!" Carlos exclaimed, putting his hand on the top. Logan smiled when they threw there hands in the air.
"Good..." Logan said, and he and James looked down at Carlos, eyeing the boy as he began to shrink under their gaze.
"Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
Logan chuckled. "Just go with me on this, I've got a plan...Trust me." He said with the same, cunning gleam in his eye that he had before. Carlos wanted to shrug it off, but he couldn't help but notice the mischievous shine in his older friends' eyes.
"Ok. Good, what's the plan?"
Logan shrugged. "Let's just say, Operation Save Kendall is underway."
Carlos gasped as James and Logan grabbed one of his hands, wondering what they were going to do as they'd dragged him away.
"Where are we going?" Carlos asked weakly as they pulled him up the stairs.
"My room; you're going to need your rest if you're going to help Kendall tomorrow."
Hockey pucks! He was going to be stuck in Logan's room for the rest of the night, wasn't he? He didn't even need to answer that question; he already knew. Double hockey pucks!
When they got to Logan's room, Logan helped Carlos into his bed while James pulled the comforters up to his chin. "You're going to get sick." Carlos protested, but didn't hesitate to turn on his side and snuggle closer to the pillow.
Logan shrugged once again. "I'll wash the sheets. And besides, making you feel better is more important to me than a few germs."
Carlos' eyes began to droop, but he forced them open. "Wait, but what about my parents. Don't you have to take me home?" He slurred tiredly while James tucked him in, yawning as he defiantly keeping his eyes open.
They smiled at him; this time James spoke. "Don't worry, we called them and asked if you could sleep over at my house." Logan smiled, dabbing the sweat from Carlos' brow with a cold, wet washcloth.
Carlos could feel his eye lids becoming heavier as he struggled hard to stay awake. "But I want to help plan, too."
"You can." Carlos' face brightened. "Tomorrow, when you're feeling better." Carlos would have pouted had he not been too tired.
Carlos could feel the mattress beneath him dip, as if someone had sat down beside him. It was confirmed when he looked up to see James smiling down at him. "Close your eyes, and go to sleep." Carlos sighed, closing his eyes. "Baby mine, don't you cry... Baby mine, dry your eyes... Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine..." Carlos always loved it when James would sing to him; his voice was so soothing and helped him calm down.
The next voice he heard was Logan's, singing softly and gently close to his ear. "Little one, when you play, pay no heed what they say. Let your eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine." Logan never really sang, except for on special occasions; to hear him singing was always a treat. He small smile spread across his face as he shifted himself into a more comfortable position and waited for the rest of the song.
The two voices meshed together perfectly, harmonizing perfectly when they started to harmonize. "If they knew all about you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you, what they'd give just for the right to hold you. From your head down to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But, you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine."
That lullaby was going to be the death of him. You sing the song once and they never let it go!
Carlos sighed as he fell into a much needed sleep. He trusted his friends; they were professionals after all.
"Good night, 'Litos." a voice haunted him as he slipped into DreamLand. He knew it was either Logan or James, but he was too far gone to decipher which one it was. A barely audible click echoed in his mind and everything went. He couldn't respond anyways; he could no longer feel limbs- his fingers, toes, arms and legs as well as everything else on his body were in a comfortable numbness. His entire body was heavy as lead.
"Pleasant dreams," another voice hissed, though it sounded more distant than the other. Before he knew it, he was out like a light...
Just a little note here; up there, I mentioned that Carlos has asthma... I honestly have no idea if that's true or not... Originally I had it without that, and my sister read it and she said that that made Carlos sound really bad... So I changed it. I mean, I have asthma and I know what a pain in the butt that is... so that worked.
What did you guys think? Did you hate it? Like it? Love it? Do you have any questions, comments, suggestions? Leave me a review! Or PM me if you want! I just want to know what you guys are thinking!
Well, that's it for now... Until next time, remember:
Peace, Love and Happiness!
-BrittSmiles4BTR
