Logan was making the bed, just about to head for home, when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his jeans. He immediately stopped what he was doing and dug it out, mentally sighing as he saw who was calling him. Hurriedly, he hit answer.

"Carlos? How you feeling? Is everything okay? Do you need me? How's James and Kendall? What took you so long to call me!" Logan gushed, anxiousness oozing from his voice.

"Logan, you need to get home now!" Carlos sounded as though he was in a panic.

Logan felt his stomach drop. He could tell by Carlos' voice that something was seriously wrong. At that moment he wanted to kick himself for leaving his friends alone.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

"James! Kendall! They-something's wrong!" Logan could hear the tears that Carlos was choking on.

"Calm down, buddy! You need to tell me what happened!" Logan pleaded with him, trying to get something, anything out of him.

"Kendall is acting really funny! James, he w-was tryin' to help and he just passed out, Logan! Come fast! We need you!" Carlos shrieked. It was obvious that he had reached full panic mode by now.

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes! Just hang on, I'm coming!" Logan assured.

He quickly hung up the phone and snatched his keys from the bedside table. He dashed out the door and ran to his car, not even bothering to check out of the motel. He started the engine and sped out of the parking lot, going at least twenty miles over the speed limit. Logan never speeded. Unless he felt it was absolutely necessary.

Even though the Palm Woods wasn't even five minutes away Logan felt as though it was taking hours to get there. He was worried sick and he just felt so stupid. Why did he have to leave them alone? Him and his stupid pride! What was he thinking? Was he even thinking? Ugh!

He pulled into the parking lot and ran to the lobby, not even bothering to lock his car. He bolted up the stairs after deciding that the elevator would take too long. He threw open the door to 2J and gasped.

James laid on the floor, completely passed out. Kendall was sprawled out on the couch in a total daze. And there sat Carlos in the middle of all of it, pale, crying and terrified.

Logan rushed to his side. "Carlos, buddy, I need you to calm down for me. Can you do that? I'm here now. I'm gonna help. Don't worry. Don't worry, okay?"

Carlos nodded and tried to stifle his oncoming tears. Logan quickly averted his attention to Kendall.

"Kendall, what's wrong man?" Logan asked, patting his cheek impatiently.

Kendall slowly looked up at his with glassy, feverish eyes. "I 'unno," he slurred, "I jus' don' wanna go to the, the firehouse."

Logan noted his delirium and reached his hand up under Kendall's blonde bangs. His forehead radiated more than enough heat to make Logan worry.

He rushed over to James and felt the same heat on his forehead.

"James, come on bud, wake up." He pleaded, only to have James crack his eye open for a moment and slide them shut again, mumbling incoherencies as he did so.

"This isn't good." Logan turned to Carlos. "Help Kendall to the car, just lead his there, you'll be okay. I'm going to help James down."

"W-where are we going?" Carlos asked nervously.

"We need to go to the hospital. James and Kendall and severely dehydrated and they need medical attention fast! It can't hurt to get you checked out too."

Carlos was scared. Logan could see it in his eyes. He knew he was trying to be brave. He knew that Carlos was sick and scared and just wanted everything to be okay. But he was trying hard to be brave anyway. And Logan really appreciated it at the moment.

Carlos did as he was told, and grabbed Kendall by the hand. "C'mon, Kendall, we gotta go."

"Huh?" Kendall muttered.

"Let's go." Carlos repeated. Logan was right. It was easy to lead Kendall down to the car. Kendall was so out of it that he had no clue what was going on. He just went with Carlos and let him help him into the car and click his seatbelt for him.

Logan, however, didn't have things so easy. James was completely knocked out. Logan couldn't get him to keep his eyes open for more than a couple seconds. He supported most, if not all, of James' weight as he dragged him to the car, pushed him in the backseat and wrapped the seatbelt around him to fasten it.

Carlos hopped in the front next to Logan, who started the ignition and flew out of the parking lot towards the nearest hospital.

"Logan, what's going to happen? Are they gonna be alright? They're gonna be okay, right?" Carlos was now letting the tears flow freely down his tired, pale cheeks.

Logan felt his heart ache at the side of one of his best friends crying about their two friends.

"Don't worry, Carlitos. The doctors are going to fix you guys up." Logan tried to ease his mind.

"I don't need to be fixed up! It's them that's sick!" Carlos quietly whimpered.

"Hey, hey, shh, don't worry. I just want them to take a look at you to make sure you don't get as sick as James and Kendall." He explained to his frightened friend.

The rest of the ride to the hospital was silent, except for Carlos' sobbing. When they reached the hospital Logan parked outside the emergency room entrance and instructed Carlos to wait in the car, saying he'd be right back.

Carlos obeyed, looking back at his very sick friends every few seconds. A knot was forming in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was the food poisoning or the worry eating away at his insides.

Logan returned after a few short minutes, followed by a semi-large group of people. There were two sets of people pushing stretchers and one tall, dark guy pushing a wheelchair.

"Okay, Carlos. This is Jeff, he's a nurse. Just go with him, buddy, he's gonna take care of you. I'll meet up with you real soon, alright?" Logan promised.

Carlos nodded vigorously. He was terrified, but he trusted Logan, and this Jeff guy. He slid out of the car and Jeff helped him into the wheelchair. The wheelchair began it's journey to the ER and Carlos turned back to see James and Kendall being lifted onto stretchers and rushing past him. Logan was running too.

Carlos let terror overtake him as he panicked and screamed. Jeff immediately stopped and tried to calm him to no avail. The world slowly fell apart for Carlos as he began kicking and crying and begging. Soon he was surrounded by medical personnel. He felt a pinch in his upper arm and the world completely faded out.

This chapter was stupid. But necessary, I suppose. I know, I finally update and it SUCKS ): I'm sorry. I pinky promise that next chapter will be way better! So while we're all waiting for that to happen, how about leaving a review? You know the drill, you read it, you review it. Whether you loved it or wanted to stone it to death, I really wanna know! Thanks guys!