Chapter 10

When Carlos woke up the next morning, he knew something was up. His head felt weird, and his stomach felt like there was a tornado inside it or something. He felt so warm, like he was trapped in a sunny desert.

He looked over at the bed next to his; seeking comfort, but found it empty. He loved James, he really did, but right now he found it necessary to tell Kendall he wasn't feeling all that energetic and bubbly this morning.

"Kendall?" Carlos called the name of one of his best friends. Kendall came in seconds later, a worried look ok his face. Kendall was worried for him.

"Good morning, little buddy." Kendall grinned the best he could and ruffled Carlos's black hair.

"Kendall? I feel sick." Carlos said, feeling his throat starting to hurt. Kendall immediately put his hand on Carlos's forehead, and then quickly pulled back.

"You're burning up, my man." Kendall told the sick boy. Carlos nodded, too exhausted to say anything.

"I can't see Logie today?" He squeaked out. Kendall nodded sadly.

"Sorry, buddy. How bout James stay here and take care of you, and I'll go visit Logie today and tell him we're all doing awesome?" Kendall suggested.

Carlos shook his head. "I want you to stay, Kendall." He replied softly. Kendall's face turned into one of confusion.

"O...kay?" He said.

"Thanks, Kendall." Carlos smiled to himself and snuggled into his warm blanket, falling asleep quickly.

Kendall walked out of the room, announcing to James that he was staying home with Carlos today.

"So I'm going alone?" James confirmed. Kendall nodded.

"He specifically asked for me. Weird, huh?"

James rolled his eyes. "You are so stupid, Kendall Knight. How can you not notice?" He said rather loudly.

Kendall raised his bushy eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Carlos sees you as his hero, Kendall, his role model. His life would be nothing if it weren't for you." James explained, looking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Really?" Kendall asked. Did Carlos really think of him as a model? A hero? Kendall Knight had never thought of himself as a great leader. It was his responsibility, and he was supposed to do his duty, right? After his dad left them, it was Kendall's job to be the man of the family. The leader. Kendall had no leader, no role model to follow after, so he tried to be the best person he could.

"Kendall, you're everyone's model. You're pretty much the best person someone could possibly ask for." James told him, smiling. Kendall thought way to low of himself sometimes.

"Thanks," Kendall told James, smiling.

"No problem, dude. I'd better get going if I'm going to see Logan today." James told him. Kendall nodded, and James slowly went out the door, out of their apartment. Towards Logan.

Kendall sighed and stared at his hands. He hoped that Logan would be okay.

But Kendall knew he was wishing something that wasn't possible right now.

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James sighed heavily as he walked into the dark hospital room, shivering. No wonder Carlos got sick; this place was freezing, now that he thought about it. The last time he came here, he'd been so worried and scared and angry he didn't even notice how cold it was in the hospital.

"Logan Mitchell." James told the nurse when she asked who he was looking for. The nurse looked back at James sympathetically. James felt his heart beat faster. He didn't need anyone's stupid pity. James was about to tell the doctor to lay off, but he'd already arrived in front of Logan's room. 227. James braced himself for the worst, and stepped into the room Logan was slowly dying in.

James was glad he had braced himself. Because the sight he saw would frighten him forever. Logan was on the hospital bed, and there were metal things holding his arms and legs down. Why? Because Logan Mitchell was going insane. He was going crazy. There were a couple of doctors trying to stop him from thrashing and kicking, but it was no use. Logan just kept on screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, and kicking as hard as he could.

James wondered how he didn't hear the yelling outside the door. Maybe it was because he had hoped everything would be alright. He was hoping that he'd come into Room 227, Logan would be sitting up peacefully and smiling, telling James how much he'd missed him. James didn't want to see Logan like this, ever. James didn't know why the nurse had even let him in here.

One of the doctors turned towards James, and left Logan's side to stand in front of James. "Glad to see you here, James." He greeted. James didn't even bother asking how the heck the doctor knew his name.

"What's… wrong with him?" James asked quietly, not even wanting to say Logan's name out loud.

"This is what happens to patients with rabies, James. We haven't had a rabies patient in years, so this is really difficult for us, too, James." The doctor told James. James didn't know how he was still sane after watching Logan like this for a minute James didn't think he could take is anymore.

"Is he going to heal?" James asked timidly, not wanting to know the answer, but knowing he needed to know it.

"James, Logan could heal in days, months, years, or decades. But you have to be prepared to know that Logan has a great chance of dying, and that he may never go back to normal." The doctor said. He shouldn't be telling this to a young teenager. James didn't deserve to know this. But the doctor knew James and his friends were going to have to grow up quickly if they wanted to stay strong for Logan.

"No… no. This can't be right." James started breathing quickly, and his breaths became more labored. This couldn't be true. Logan couldn't die on them. He just couldn't. He couldn't die on him! The doctor patted James on the back with concern.

"Breathe, James. Breathe." The doctor told him gently. James got his breath normal again, and he stared at the doctor with so much grief, the doctor was about to start crying himself.

"Thanks." James muttered softly. And then he found himself running. Running out of Room 227, just as Carlos had. But this time, James couldn't help thinking that he had a better reason to be running out of there. Logan was pretty much dying in front of his eyes. And there was nothing he could do to help his best friend.

James ran and ran, until he found himself next to the BTR mobile. James had just gotten his driver's license a few months ago, and he enjoyed driving. But now today. Today, he was so sad and overwhelmed with everything that had just happened that he hated driving. He wanted so badly to smash all the cars there. Smash them until they were all just piles of debris on the cement ground.

But of course, James didn't. James drove home with no trouble. He arrived back in the apartment. Kendall looked up quietly, wondering what had happened.

"James."

James looked up and tried to force a smile. "Hey."

Kendall looked at his taller friend. "How'd it go?" He asked.

James shook with anger and grief. "How'd it go? How'd it go? What do you think, Kendall? It went horrible! Logan was all insane, and the doctors told me that he would probably never heal!" James yelled. Kendall looked taken aback, but he had an understanding look on his face. What James saw must've been horrible. Kendall wished it was him who had gone. He didn't want James to be the only one right now who knew and who'd seen how horrible Logan was. Kendall wished he were the one who was suffering all that grief and anger and pain and whatever James was feeling.

"I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry for asking." Kendall replied, his tone blank.

"I hate this, Kendall. I hate this." James said those words with such despise, Kendall was surprised the cup on the table wasn't breaking into pieces.

"I know. I do, too." Kendall said quietly.

So James and Kendall sat there, at the kitchen table, silent as they could ever be.

A/N- How was that? Logan is inssssaaannnee! Uh oh… he's gonna be in some serious trouble the next few chappies!

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