Author's Note: Yeah, so Sarah read the last chapter, called me, and told me that I couldn't leave you guys hanging like that...so I told her I'd work on the next chapter and put it up. Oh, and I have no idea what happens when someone is taken off life support, so don't kill me for this chapter if it's wrong. 'Kay?

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.

They gathered in the hospital room, holding each other tightly. The doctor wordlessly nodded at the nurse, who began preparing the patient for what was about to happen. Finally, it came time to pull the plug.

Carlos held his breath when the nurse pulled the plug. He was so scared that Kendall was going to end up like his relatives that he didn't even dare to think that he would live. It would hurt too much if he died.

Logan watched carefully, knowing that if he followed his dream of being a doctor, he might have to do this to a patient someday. He shuddered at the thought.

James stared at Kendall's face, not interested in what the doctor and nurse were doing. He was wondering if this would be the last time he saw his friend, breathing and technically alive. He found Logan's hand and squeezed it. Logan grabbed Carlos' hand, and Carlos' grabbed Katie's. Katie reached out for her mom's hand as well. Her mom flinched out of surprise and squeezed her daughter's hand gently. The little group watched as Kendall was taken off life support. The doctor and nurse watched as well, feeling like intruders in this personal and crucial moment.

For the first minute or so, nothing happened. His heartbeat stayed where it had been, and he continued breathing.

Logan was the first out of the group to notice what was going on. The doctor and nurse weren't far behind him. The others really didn't understand what was going on.

"Is his heartbeat slowing down?" Logan asked hesitantly. Carlos' grip on his hand became tighter and tighter until Logan couldn't feel his fingers.

"I'm afraid so," the doctor nodded, watching sadly. It looked as though Kendall wasn't going to make it.

"Kendall, come on," Katie suddenly said. "You promised!"

Nothing showed that Kendall had heard her. Carlos was sure Kendall was beyond hearing anything.

"Kendall, please," Logan found himself pleading with his best friend. "Please, don't give up."

Carlos began hyperventilating. The doctor turned to him, concerned. Carlos sat down in a chair, still holding Logan and Katie's hands, refusing to let go.

"Come on, man," James' voice sounded strangled. He was holding back tears.

For the next five minutes, they watched Kendall's vitals drop to a level where he was pretty much dead. Carlos was now having a full on panic attack and the nurse was attempting to calm him down. Logan stared at the wall, unable to take any of it in. He wasn't processing it right. His eyes had to be fooling him. Kendall wasn't dead.

James sat down hard, tears rolling out his eyes, fast and hot. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them, trying to protect himself.

Katie suddenly screamed, "No!" Everyone jumped and stared at her. She let go of her mom's hand and ran toward Kendall, who was just barely breathing.

"No! Kendall! You said you wouldn't die, you said you'd come back!" she started sobbing, her head down on Kendall's chest.

The heart monitor went flat. The doctor sighed heavily. Katie stayed where she was at.

"Kendall!" she whispered. "You promised!"

The nurse turned the heart monitor off, stopping the long, continuous beep. Mrs. Knight ran out of the room before the boys and Katie could see her completely fall apart. Carlos' panic attack got worse. Logan leaned over and hugged the Latino, trying to calm him down. The Latino leaned into the embrace, needing the comfort.

None of them could believe Kendall was dead. None of them wanted to believe it. But the fact was right in front of them, and they couldn't deny it.

Kendall Knight was dead.

Author's Note: Still hiding in my room. Please don't kill me. Don't stop reading either. You, along with me, have no idea what's going to happen next, so...yeah. Maybe he'll end up living. I still haven't decided. I don't want this to be cliche, but I don't want it to be evil either. So yeah. I'm gonna go talk to Sarah. That always helps me decide things and get rid of writer's block. I have no idea why, but it does...Anyway, please don't kill me yet. Let me finish the story. Then you can kill me.