A/N Thanks soo much for all of the reviews and reads last chapter! So awesome :D I meant to have updated this before camp but I guess I forgot! So sorry!

Kendall felt like all of the air had been punched out of his body at the news. He stood there listlessly as James' doctor started explaining the treatment they were going to give James, but it all sounded like gibberish to him.

"…Normally with a Vivax infection we can treat the patient at home, but James has a very advanced case that has taken over his liver. We will start him immediately on both Chloroquine and primaquine-"

"Can I see him?" Kendall suddenly interrupted the doctor, despite that what the older man was saying was very important. Logan, who had been listening intently to what the doctor was saying, stared at Kendall.

"What was that, young man?" The doctor inquired. Kendall realized that his voice hadn't been more than an incoherent mumble, due to the fact that his whole body including his mouth felt numb.

"Can I see him?" Kendall repeated, louder and more forceful this time. He didn't care about medicine and treatment or anything of the sorts. All he needed right now was to see James, see that he was okay with his own eyes rather than just listen to what the doctor had said.

"Kendall you should sit down," Logan said slowly, realizing that his friend looked like he may fall over at any moment. The blonde just shook his head, ignoring how dizzy he felt.

"I have to see him."

"James is in critical care," The doctor said. "He's extremely dehydrated, and I have the best team of doctors around working on getting his fever down. They have seen several cases of malaria before. They know what to do. I'm sorry, but you might not be able to see him for a little while. It's imperative that we start him on treatment immediately, because the type of malaria James has contracted can turn fatal quick. It's already quite severe. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but I want you boys prepared. It can go either way right now. I will update you again as soon as I know anything. I suggest you call James' family right away."

James' doctor walked away, while Carlos, Kendall and Logan could only stand speechless. Logan chanced a glance at Kendall. The blonde had gone deathly pale and was leaning against the closest wall, unable to stand on his own any longer.

"Kendall, he's going to be fine," Logan said quickly, rushing over to him, slightly peeved at the doctor for being so carelessly blunt about James' disease.

"What's that supposed to mean, Logan? That it could 'go either way'? James could die? James was dying, and we didn't even know it?" Kendall put his face in his hands, wondering how he could be so damn oblivious to how his best friend was feeling.

Logan swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry. Both Carlos and Kendall were staring at him expectantly, as if they were hoping for a different answer from Logan.

"Let's just pray we caught it in time," Logan whispered.

"We took shots," Carlos said. "Remember? Before we went on tour we all were vaccinated. How could this happen to James? I thought we were safe!"

"It's not always effective," Logan explained.

"You mean we could get sick too?" Carlos wondered, panicked etched on his face.

"No, no I'm sure we are fine," Logan assured Carlos. "Malaria can hide in your liver for weeks, even years. Remember we were told that even after we returned home, we would have to continue getting shots for a little bit?"

Kendall's eyes widened with realization. "He didn't get his follow-up shot, because he hates needles!"

"Right," Logan said. "We did, but he didn't."

"I figured he would have been fine!"

"That's what we all thought," Logan said sadly. "I don't know how I could have been so stupid, I should have known and made him take the shot. None of this would be happening right now."

"Ssh," Carlos said, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. "We didn't know James would get so sick. It's nobody's fault."

"He's been sick for days and we just ignored it," Kendall said, feeling tears coming to his eyes. He needed to be alone right now. He couldn't cry, not in front of his friends. "I'll be right back." With that, the blonde stormed off, and Carlos and Logan both knew that he would not be back anytime soon. When he was upset it usually took a long time for him to calm down.

"Will Kendall be okay?" Carlos asked in a tiny voice, suddenly feeling lost. He turned to Logan, who was staring at the floor with a hand to his temple. He hadn't heard a word Carlos said.

"Logan?"

"It is my fault," Logan whispered. Carlos just stared at him with wide eyes. "That's my whole job in this band, isn't it? To make sure you guys are healthy and doing the right things… I let James skip his shot because we were so busy and I didn't feel like arguing with him."

"Logan you can't-"

"No, don't. This is my nightmare, you know; one of us in the hospital. James isn't okay, and it's my fault. I'm sorry Carlos."

"Logie, don't-" Carlos reached out for him, but Logan had spun on his heel and ran from the room, trying to conceal his tears just like Kendall had.

Carlos stood there for a moment, shocked, his hand outreached for Logan until he curled his fingers and lowered his arm, defeated, to his side. His friends who he relied on so much had left him alone in one of his least favorite places on earth. He glanced around the room, confused, before realizing there was nobody around to help him this time. Finally, Carlos curled up on an empty chair, knees to his chest, and waited for his friends to come back to him.

A/N Urgh this stinks I'm sorry. But this is when all the guys fall apart. Fun times. I'll update again as soon as I can! Thanks for reading!