Big Time Injury
10
The sun broke the horizon the next morning. The apartment was still and quiet. The blonde leader and the pretty member of Big Time Rush awoke at ten. Kendall awoke in the vacant room he shared with Logan. He sighed and stood up from his bed, not caring to make it. He thought Logan would be slaving away trying to get Carlos to behave.
Kendall felt guilty for how he shoved the responsibility of taking care of Carlos on Logan. However, back in Minnesota, whenever Carlos got sick, Logan was the only one who could help him. Carlos was very violent and stubborn when he was sick. Logan did have the medical knowledge and oddly, he could always get Carlos to take his medicine. Even Kendall's mom couldn't so that was saying something!
Kendall remembered as he got dressed about the time where Carlos' mom had to actually call Logan over to help her. It was hilarious. It was in eighth grade. The guys aside from Carlos, were hanging out at Kendall's house. Carlos texted James saying he was sick so they decide to just gather at Kendall's place and watch the local hockey game on TV.
Logan's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. James and Kendall shushed him quickly when he said "Hello?" into the phone.
He stood up and quickly left the room so he could continue talking without disturbing the guys. He sat on the counter of the Knight's kitchen.
"Oh! Hello Logan. This is Carlos' mom." Mrs. Garcia replied to Logan.
"Hey . What can I do for you?" Logan asked politely.
"Well, I'd hate to ask you for this but I'm afraid Carlos is sick..." She paused.
Logan groaned inwardly. He knew exactly what she wanted. It wasn't the fact that Logan didn't like to help her or Carlos out but it was just starting to get frustrating.
"Say no more. I'm on my way." Logan responded into the phone.
"Oh you're a life saver! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it." Logan responded before hanging up.
The future doctor exited the kitchen while sliding his phone into his pocket. Logan ran a hand through his hair as he returned to the living room and grabbed his jacket.
"Where are you going?" Kendall questioned.
"Carlos is sick. Do the math." Logan said bitterly.
Kendall smirked as he knew exactly what that meant. James and Kendall laughed at their unfortunate friend after he left. Let's just say when they did see Logan again, it wasn't pretty. Carlos always put up the biggest fight next to Logan but Logan was never violent. He'd just shrug it off and pretend nothing was wrong.
Kendall slightly laughed to himself after putting on his beanie the wrong way. Must've happened when he was lost in thought. Before he could trail off further, he noticed something. It was quiet. Too quiet. Was Logan successful? Kendall crossed his fingers and silently praised his friend before exiting his room.
The sight before him was absolutely hilarious. Logan was sprawled out on the floor wearing hockey gear over his dirty dance clothes. His face was pale underneath the red stains of cold medicine all over him. A used tissue was clung to his cheek and a hockey stick laid close by.
Carlos, however, made Kendall almost double over. His hands and feet were tied with rope and multiple corn dogs were stuffed in his mouth. He did look better though. Unlike Logan he was buried in tissues and not a drop of medicine on him.
Half the couch was turned over and a chair ended up in the swirly slide. Kendall looked around in amazement at how small the mess was. It was usually much worse. His thoughts were interrupted when James came busting in. He took a minute to absurd the room and his two sleeping friends.
"Much cleaner than last time." James commented.
Kendall chuckled at James' remark. James walked over to Logan, who still was lying on the ground. He slightly slapped the helmet that was secured on his head.
"Logie. Wake up, Logie Bear." James teased.
Logan flinched and shot straight up. He groaned as his helmet flew off in the process. He swatted at the tissue that was crusted to his cheek and let it fall to the ground. The dark circles under his eyes were more visible without the helmet on an Kendall winced slightly.
"Never do that again." Logan warned, taking off the hockey gear and shoving it at James.
"How much progress did you make?" Kendall asked with a chuckle.
"Well, the farthest I got was shoving a spoon of medicine down his throat." Logan said bitterly.
Logan looked down at himself and saw he was covered in various stains. He groaned and rubbed his face. He turned to Carlos to see he was peacefully sleeping with the corn dogs he stuffed in his mouth to shut him up. It seemed to work.
"I'm going to take a shower," Logan paused, "Don't untie him." Logan said, signaling back to Carlos.
The two laughed as Logan disappeared into the bathroom. James looked around and Kendall stared at Carlos.
"How does he do it?" James asked, directing his gaze to the sleeping Carlos.
"I don't know." Kendall said.
James dropped the hockey armor down and kneeled next to Carlos. He placed a thin hand on the latino's forehead. He smiled with triumph and happiness.
"Well, his fever is gone. Logan did it." James praised.
Kendal chuckled and went to pull the chair out of the swirly slide. He struggled and yanked the chair more. He grunted as he strained to pull the chair.
"James. A little help here." Kendall remarked.
"Oh, right." James jumped next to Kendall and grabbed the chair as well.
After a matter of seconds, the two pulled the chair put successfully and Kendall placed it back by the kitchen table. James went to turn over the wrecked part of the couch. Carlos' eyes began to flutter but this went unnoticed to the others. James finally tidied up the couch as Kendall began to organize the table and pick up the trash around the room.
Carlos was now fully awake and could hear the scurrying of James and Kendall and the faint sound of running water. His mind felt groggy from being sick but none the less, he felt much better than yesterday. He vaguely remembered fighting Logan all night but it was still all a blur.
He tried to move but he realized his hands were tied. He also became aware of the multiple corn dogs that were shoved in his mouth. He made a muffle struggle to talk behind the corn dogs and spit them out. This caught the attention of James and Kendall.
Kendall grabbed a hockey stick from the wall and held it defensively. Carlos inwardly chuckled. James just stood there with his arms crossed.
"How are you feeling, Carlitos?" Kendall asked, slowly inching towards him.
"Better." Carlos answered. His voice sounded weak and hoarse from the coughing.
"Can we untie you?" James asked, wondering if they could trust him to be untied.
"Yes, please." Carlos pleaded.
"Okay. But you have to be calm okay?" Kendall bargained.
Carlos just nodded. James went over and untied his feet and hands. Carlos lied still as James unwrapped the ropes and struggled with some knots.
"God, where did Logan learn to tie like this?" James asked rhetorically.
Carlos stayed still until James finally got all the ropes off and tossed them to the side. Carlos stretched and Kendall relaxed a bit. He regretted it though when Carlos sprinted out of the apartment. James and Kendall yelped as the door was shut in a flash. He was really fast.
"Car- Oh! Hey Logan!" Kendall tried to call for his sick friend but Logan came out of the bathroom.
Logan's hair was still damp and Logan wore a clean pair of clothes with a towel draped around his neck. Logan raised an eyebrow and looked at the couch.
"Where's Carlos?" He questioned, his face turning red.
"Uhh... Nowhere..." James covered.
Logan furrowed his brow in anger and crossed his arms.
"Okay. We might have lost him..." Kendall said innocently.
"YOU LOST HIM?!" Logan exclaimed, before throwing down the towel and scrambling out of the apartment.
Logan turned right guessing thats were Carlos went and dodged the on coming traffic.
"Carlos!" Logan called.
No luck. Logan sprinted down the stairs and ended up in the lobby. He sighed and looked around quickly before seeing Jo sitting by the pool. Logan ran up as fast as he could, minding the boot.
"Jo!" He yelled.
The blonde snapped her head towards Logan with a smile.
"Oh, Hey Logan. What's up?" She asked.
"Carlos is sick and the guys lost him! Have you seen him?" Logan asked with panic edging in his voice.
"Uh, yeah. He just went to the palm woods park." She said, pointing in the general direction.
"Great. Thanks!" Logan hurriedly said before taking off.
He ended up right in the center of Palm Woods park, looking around frantically. He finally spotted his target laying in the grass of the park counting the clouds. He sighed and slowly walked over to Carlos, being exhausted himself.
"Carlos." Logan said.
"Yeah?" Carlos answered normally.
Logan raised his eyebrow in surprise. "You okay, buddy?"
"Yeah."
"Why did you run then and why are you laying in the park?" Logan questioned, sitting next to Carlos.
"Because I feel bad. Not sick bad but bad bad."
"Why do you feel bad, Carlos?" Logan asked.
"I feel guilty about everything last night," Carlos paused. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Carlos. It's okay. I'm not mad." Logan reassured his friend with a smile.
"Really?" Carlos asked.
"Yes."
"Yay!" Carlos exclaimed and stood up. "I'm better now."
Logan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Come on, buddy. Let's get back to the apartment. You still need to take your medicine."
"Fine." Carlos pouted, but thought Logan deserved a break.
The two guys headed out towards the apartments. They walked through the hallway, Logan still with a limp and to the elevators. Once they reached floor two and entered the apartment, they saw Kendall and James pacing. They looked worried and Kendall kept checking his phone. They hadn't seemed to noticed Logan or Carlos standing in the doorway until he spoke up.
"Uh guys?" Logan asked.
"Logan!" The two exclaimed as they ran up to him and hoisted him over their shoulders.
"Guys! What the heck!" He protested.
"We thought Hawk had you!" They answered in unison.
"What are you talking about?" Carlos asked with Logan.
"Hawk sent us a video saying that he had you and we wouldn't make the concert!" James said.
"Well that's obviously not true." Logan pointed out. "Now put me down!"
The guys put Logan down with a sigh.
"We haven't heard anything of Hawk since he kidnapped us." Kendall stated, motioning to James, Carlos and himself.
"I know. I don't think we should do the concert." Carlos said.
"Why not?" James questioned.
"First off, We're obviously back on Hawk's radar," Carlos started.
"Second, Logan's ankle is still hurt! No matter what Griffin wants." Kendall cut in.
"Fine, I guess you're right but what are we gonna tell Gustavo?" Logan challenged.
The boys looked to one another and without a word they headed towards the door.
Sorry! Don't throw things at me and I know this chapter is the worst yet :( I'm having some writers block... Help? Anyway, thanks for reading and sorry for taking so long to update. Review some ideas you want to happen and rate.