Ok, so I'm sooo sorry I took forever to update, and this chapter is so short. I hate this chapter. I re-wrote it like, a billion times and I just couldn't get it to work, and I still don't like it, and it's too short and ugh… but if I wrote it again it would never get updated. And that would make me all sad and… ugh.

So this is kind of written from experience. Basically the same thing happened to my friend while I was at her place (well, not the part with me sick though haha) and I'm like WTF! WHAT DO I DO! Haha. It ended up being pretty funny though. Anyway, enjoy the less horrible parts of this extremely short chapter. I promise there will be longer, more exciting chapter up soon! I swear!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. If I did they would all live in Australia. Probably in my house.

Kendall woke in the middle of the night. He didn't feel good. His stomach was churning, and he was sweating. He looked around the room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He could see the faint outline of the bucket on the floor. He grabbed it. He could also see the outline of Logan sleeping, and felt bad for what he was about to do.

"Logan?" he called. His friend didn't wake up. He didn't even move.

"Loges?" Kendall whimpered. Logan rolled over to face the wall, snoring becoming louder, and more obnoxious, Kendall thought.

"Loges!" Kendall said louder. But Logan wouldn't wake up. He felt bile rise to his throat. He sat up in bed, whimpering.

"Logie?" he whispered. He coughed, and threw up what little remained in his stomach. He spat and glared at Logan. He was beginning to resent him. Kendall had been up with Logan every single time he was sick. He had spent countless hours taking care of him, and the one time Kendall needed him he was too lazy to wake up. It was almost as if Logan didn't even care about Kendall. He knew Logan might have still been sick, but he said he was feeling better. Kendall stood up, walked into the bathroom to clean the bucket out, and went back to bed, falling asleep with the bitterness of resentment fresh in his mind.

Logan woke up when he was stabbed. Well, he thought he was stabbed. In his stomach. He sat upright and let out a yelp, doubling over. It felt like he was being stabbed from the inside of his stomach. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"Kendall!" he whimpered. He coughed, and felt small drops of blood on his palm.

"Kendall!" he sobbed, letting out a whimper as his stomach was assaulted again. Kendall sat upright. He heard Logan calling for him. He contemplated ignoring him. He still felt bitterness toward Logan, but that was all out the window when he heard Logan call his name, his voice tangled with a strangled sob.

"Logie? What's the matter buddy?" Kendall asked, quickly at his friend's side.

"Kendall! It hurts!" Logan panted.

"What hurts buddy?" Kendall asked quietly, rubbing circles on Logan's back.

"My tummy hurts. Make it stop!" Logan begged. Kendall flicked on the lamp. He looked back to Logan, wincing as he caught a glimpse of his friend. Logan's face was ashen, but pink streaks scarred his cheekbones. His hair was matted to his forehead, and his lips were tinged blue. He was doubled over, arms folded across his stomach with a pained expression on his face. Kendall pressed his hand to Logan's forehead. He was burning. Logan's head fell against Kendall's chest.

"Kendall it hurts." He whimpered. He coughed onto his arm. He whimpered as he caught a glimpse of the bright red spots.

"Logan? What is it?" Kendall asked. Logan presented his arm to Kendall. The tall blond gasped.

"I gotta get my mom." Kendall breathed, setting Logan down on his pillows and running from the room, running directly to his moms room.

"MOM!" he yelled, flicking the light on. Mrs. Knight flinched and curled up, moaning. Kendall ran to her bed.

"Mom mom mom!" he said.

"Kenny Santa hasn't come yet go back to sleep." She yawned.

"No mom Logan's really sick!" Kendall said in a panicked voice. Mrs. Knights eyes snapped open.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up.

"His stomach hurts and his lips are all blue and he's really hot and he coughed and blood came out." Kendall stuttered.

"Oh god. Get back to him and don't leave him. I'll be there in a second." She said, throwing her covers off. Kendall raced back to Logan. When he got back, Logan was throwing up.

"I should have never left him!" Kendall's brain screamed. He rushed to Logan's side, rubbing his back.

"You ok?" Kendall asked. Logan shook his head, grip tightening on the bucket as Kendall attempted to take it from him. He ducked his head down and threw up a second time. Kendall rubbed his back, stroking his hair. Mrs. Knight rushed in, wrapped in a bathrobe, with water, towels, a thermometer and about thirty blister packs of Tylenol, and her cell phone, presumably with 911 already punched in. She nearly dropped everything as she saw Logan throwing up.

"OH!" she cried, dropping everything on the nightstand and bustling over to Logan, elbowing Kendall out the way. She sat beside him, rubbing his back.

"Mom!" Kendall whined.

"Shh." Mrs. Knight hushed. Kendall folded his arms across his chest. Mrs. Knight took Logan into her chest and rocked him, feeling his forehead.

"Ooh sweetheart you're burning up!" she cried. She shoved the thermometer into Logan's mouth, holding him to her chest as he coughed. She was scared out of her mind. She had been entrusted by that boy's mother to keep him safe, and he was lying there like a ragdoll coughing up blood. She was just hoping that nothing got worse.

"What's going on Mama K?" James yawned, rubbing his eyes as he stopped in the doorway. Carlos appeared beside him.

"Nothing. Go back to bed." She said.

"Mom." Kendall warned.

"Ok. Fine. Logan's a little sick but the situation is under control." She said trying to sound confident, but her voice was shaking and contained a hint of uncertainty that was unnerving to all four boys.

"Well we gotta stay up and help!" Carlos said, jumping at the chance to be helpful.

"I think it's best if you all just go back to bed." She said. "There isn't much you boys can do."

"Ok. But promise you'll tell us if anything happens." James pleaded. She nodded.

"Of course. Nighty night." She said. The two boys dragged themselves back to their room.

"You should sleep too, Kenny. You're not well." She reminded him. Kendall looked at his mother in shock.

"You expect me to leave my best friend when he's this sick?" he asked, shocked.

"I got this one baby." She said.

"No. I won't do it." Kendall said stubbornly, sitting beside Logan, who was hiding a small smile. He loved it when his friends showed such loyalty. Mrs. Knight slipped the thermometer out of Logan's mouth. She read the numbers and let out a surprised yelp.

"104! Ok sweetie we need to get that down or you have to go to the hospital!" she cried. "Kendall pour some water on that towel." She instructed. He did, and handed it to his mother. She rested it on Logan's forehead. He batted at it.

"Too cold…" he whimpered. Mrs. Knight stared sympathetically at the poor boy.

"I know it is sweetheart, but I really don't want to have to take you to the hospital." She said. She knew it was more than likely inevitable though.

"I don't wanna go to hospital." He whimpered.

"I know sweetie." She said. Logan began to shiver.

"Here, take some Tylenol." She said, handing him a bottle of water and two capsules. Logan sat up and swallowed the medicine, before resting back. Mrs. Knight pulled the covers over Logan's shoulders.

"Try and get some sleep honey." She whispered, kissing his forehead. Kendall watched Logan lay there miserably, sweating and coughing constantly.

"Mom if his fever doesn't go down in an hour, we have to take him to the hospital." Kendall said in a panicked voice.

"I know honey." She said, watching Logan intently.

"Promise?" Kendall asked.

"I promise." She said, rubbing Kendall's leg.

"Maybe you should get some sleep?" she suggested. Kendall shook his head, yawning.

"I'm fine." He yawned. But within moments, he was resting against his mother's shoulder, snoring softly. She pulled a blanket over him and kissed his cheek, rubbing his arm, keeping a close eye on Logan.

Logan sat upright, clutching his stomach.

"Ow…" he whimpered.

"Logan? Honey what's wrong?" Mrs. Knight asked, instantly pressing her hand to the small boy's forehead.

"My stomach hurts!" he whimpered, coughing. Mrs. Knight still felt the intense heat that had been there just under an hour before.

"Ok I'm gonna take you to hospital." She said. Logan whimpered.

"No!" he whined.

"I'm sorry honey. I have to. Kendall wake up. Get your coat on." She said, shaking her son and scrawling a note on some loose paper. It read-

"Dear Carlos, James and Katie. Kendall and I have taken Logan to the hospital. I will be back by morning. Call me if any problems arise – Mama K." and pinned it to James and Carlos' door as Kendall scrambled to find his shoes.

"Logan? Here's your coat buddy." He said, tossing a jacket at Logan. He slipped into it. Kendall sat on the edge of Logan's bed, slipping his shoes on. Logan bent his head, panting.

"Logie? You alright?" Kendall asked. Logan shook his head. He noticed how pale his friend looked. He wrapped his arms around the small, shaking boy.

"It's ok buddy." Kendall whispered. "You'll feel better soon." Logan coughed, his breath hitching. Warm tears slid down his cheeks. Kendall's heart broke.

"Come on." Mrs. Knight panted. Kendall helped Logan to his feet.

"Can you walk?" Kendall asked. Logan nodded. Even so, Kendall basically carried Logan down the stairs and to the elevator. Mrs. Knight looked panicked.

"Mom? You ok?" Kendall asked, wrapping his arm around Logan as he began shaking.

"Huh? Um, yeah sweetie." Mrs. Knight smiled. Trust Kendall to worry about everybody at the same time, no matter what the situation was. She ruffled his blond hair. The elevator doors opened, and Kendall helped Logan in. Logan doubled over in pain.

"Logan?" Kendall asked. Logan didn't answer. Kendall simply rested his hand on Logan's back, waiting for him to be able to respond.

"I'm good." Logan choked out. Kendall rubbed his back slowly.

"Ok. Come on." Kendall said, watching the doors open, revealing the eerily darkened lobby. Logan's head fell against Kendall's chest. Kendall pulled him closer, comforting him. He began coughing. Kendall stopped and waited for him, while Mrs. Knight rushed ahead, unlocking the rental car.

Kendall watched as his friends knees buckled, and he almost dropped to the ground. Kendall sighed and lifted Logan into his arms, carrying him to the car. He could feel the small boy shaking in his arms and his concern grew.

"It's ok Logie. It's almost over." He whispered. He set Logan down in the car, sliding in beside him. Logan's head rolled around lifelessly. Kendall wrapped his arms protectively around Logan, closing the door and fastening both of their seatbelts.

"There's a blanket under the seat." Mrs. Knight said, starting the car. Kendall reached under his seat and felt something soft. He pulled out the blanket and pulled it over the shaking boy.

"Logie." Kendall whispered. Logan whimpered and rubbed his head on Kendall's chest.

He listened to him coughing weakly as Mrs. Knight sped off into the night.

Ok, so that was that… excruciating chapter. Please don't kill me! I know it was super short and… horrible (and most likely full of all kinds of unexcusable mistakes). But I tried, and I have had HEAPS going on lately, (and i mean heaps!) so just… bear with me. Leave me a review? (careful, I'll use Katie's eyes on you!)

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