A/N: I wrote like 85% of this today... be happy!
"When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse." -Fix you, Coldplay
*Kendall's POV
I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. Except for when I got hit by that car… but that's not the point. I knew something was up with Logan, I just couldn't figure out what it was. We were backstage when it happened; we had just gotten off stage.
"Great job boys! You did an amazing job out there." Gustavo told us. I'm sure that's one of the first real complements he's ever given us.
I turned around and saw that Logan was looking really pale. He was just standing there with this dazed look on his face, staring right at the ground.
"Hey, Logan, are you okay? You're looking kind of sick." I said to him. He looked up at me with glazed over eyes. I didn't have a chance to say anything else before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body came crashing to the floor. I dropped to my knees and immediately tried to shake him awake.
"C'mon Logan, please wake up. I need you to wake up now." I said frantically. He showed no sign of regaining consciousness anytime soon. I heard someone say that the paramedics were here and I stood.
I watched as the EMT'S tried all the same things I had. I wanted to tell them that, but they were already loading Logan into the ambulance. I turned around to face my friends. I saw Carlos and James standing right beside me, and Gustavo and Kelly were talking to Mrs. Mitchell. I looked over to the other side to Lucy comforting a hysteric Katie. I hadn't realized she had come to the show.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't have clue on what to say.
The thought of it made me want to vomit. After Mrs. Mitchell left with to go to the hospital, a limo came and took us back to our hotel. James, Carlos and I have been in the same room for over an hour waiting Logan to get back.
"You don't think he's like… dying, do you?" Carlos asked us.
"Don't be ridiculous," James said. "He was probably just dehydrated."
I was going to join in on the conversation, but the door to the room had opened and Logan walked in. He looked pale and tired.
"Are you dying?" James exclaimed. I slapped him lightly in the chest.
"Nice to see you too, James. To answer your questions, no, I'm not dying. Just a little dehydrated. I'll be fine, I promise." he said. I felt myself sigh in relief, but I wasn't satisfied. Something was wrong with Logan, but he just wouldn't say it.
"Hey guys, I think I'm going to stay in here with Logan tonight, so could you…" I trailed off nodding towards the door. Carlos and James got my drift and left the room, telling Logan to feel better and that they'd see him at breakfast. I walked over and made sure the door was shut before I turned back to my sick friend.
"Dude!" I said loudly throwing my hands up.
"What?" he asked.
"What the hell was that? Why didn't you tell us you were feeling sick? We could've canceled the show, or at least have done our acoustic set instead."
"I didn't know I was sick until I walked off stage, that's when I realized how dizzy I was." He said plopping down onto the bed, he face looking up at the ceiling.
"What's going on with you? You've been so… distant lately. I never know what's going on with you, we never talk anymore."
"We're talking right now, that counts."
"No it doesn't." I told him sitting beside him. "I'm worried about you. As your best friend, it's my job to take care of you-."
"I don't need you to take care of me. God, I wish everyone would stop acting like I need fixing. There's nothing wrong with me!" he snapped. Now he just looked plain pissed. I didn't know what he was so mad about.
"No one said you needed fixing, Logan." I whispered. Everything was silent after that. The two of us just sat there looking at each other, not knowing how to continue. I wanted to help him with what was going on, but Logan was a tough one to crack.
"Look I'm really tired. Can we just go to bed and forget this ever happened? Please?" he begged. I nodded and watched him go into the bathroom.
I tried to think of ways to get through to him… but I couldn't find a solution.
*Logan's POV
It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep. I don't know why I kept lying to people today. I told mom and Kendall that I was fine and I told the doctor at the hospital that'd I'd never skipped a meal on purpose. I'm afraid that someone's going to figure it out. Today was a close one and a little too close at that. I need to stop. I'm already down to 145 that's far enough. I'm just being plain stupid now.
I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep but I couldn't. My head hurt again and my stomach still felt weird. I sat up to stretch, but my stomach did a flop and I ended up running into the bathroom. I threw up what little I had had to eat before the show. I hadn't even tried to make myself sick.
The bathroom door opened and revealed a sleepy blonde with some serious bed head.
"Did you just get sick?" He asked me, his eyes only opened into slits.
I nodded and flushed to get rid of the toxic smell I had become so accustomed to. I stood up and felt my stomach twist again. I bent over trying to make it stop. I wanted to say something but all I could do was grunt.
"Here have some water." He handed me a cup. I tried to swallow it but instead it came spewing out of my mouth.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know." I said. Kendall then wrapped an arm around my side and led me back to my bed. He lay down behind me, slowing rubbing a circle into my back trying to make my pain go away.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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~B
