A/N Hey I just met you

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One more A/N cause I'm a turd and can't shut up: Logan in a beanie. Omg. How cute is that? I have never seen anything more sexy-coma inducing than that kid in a beanie. Like I just want to take off his beanie and play hide and go seek with it behind my back while he's all rolling his eyes and being like "Omg come on Chanson you do this every time I wear one of these" and then I shag his hair with my fingers and put the beanie back on his head, pulling it over his ears and eyes and run away trilling like a munchkin while he's just like -_-

James felt like he was drowning. It was the scariest feeling he ever experienced. He was still in the deep throws of sleep when the ordeal happened, which only made it even more confusing. He coughed himself awake, and the feeling was similar to that of coughing up a lung. It made his whole body hurt. His eyes shot open with surprise and he curled into a ball, pushing an unsuspecting, sleeping Carlos off of his lap by accident. Concerned voices swarmed in his ear but he couldn't tell them apart. He was too busy concentrating on the pain in his chest.

"Ahh, it hurts," James groaned out between coughs. He felt a hand run up and down his back, giving him a few gentle pats every now and then. Finally, the fit was over and he was able to take a deep, wheezy breath.

"Dude, what was that?" Kendall's voice asked from beside him. James blinked groggily and looked to find that Kendall was the one who had been rubbing his back and attempting to comfort him. Logan stayed seated on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest, his feverish doe-like brown eyes wide with alarm. Carlos was now on the floor, still fast asleep from his last dose of pain medication.

"I must have-" James tried to cover up his intense cough with an excuse, but his voice cracked as if he were a 13 year old boy again. He cleared his throat, which was quite painful because it felt like pins and needles were lodged in there, and tried again. "I must have swallowed wrong."

Kendall stared at James with his piercing green eyes the expression of "Are you kidding me?"

"James that is pathetic," Kendall said plainly. James chose to ignore the blonde leader.

"What time is it guys? How long have I been out for?" James asked, discreetly trying to change the subject. Kendall's face fell with frustration and disappointment.

"It's 2 pm," Kendall answered.

"What? Why didn't you wake me up?" James demanded, sounding a bit angry. Kendall flinched.

"Because you haven't slept for long and we thought it would be best if you rested up a bit," Kendall defended weakly. He coughed and rubbed his forehead. James was already giving him a headache.

"Logan," James whined, figuring that Kendall was the one behind that logic. "Why did you let Kendall do that? I'm the only one who's still healthy. I'm supposed to be taking care of you guys. Now Carlos is burning up…" James paused long enough to bend down and press a hand to Carlos' burning forehead, and the movement caused him a slight bit of nausea. He sat up and swallowed thickly, praying he wouldn't throw up, and continued on his little rant. "And you two look like complete hell. When's the last time any of you took your medicine?"

Logan, who resembled a timid and frightened bunny sitting on the couch, looked up and spoke in a meek voice. "Actually, it was my idea James. I don't really think you're one hundred percent healthy anymore. Getting adequate sleep had to be your number one priority over helping us. You won't be any good to us sick, would you?" Logan asked, not realizing that those words would stab James like a knife and come back to haunt him. "Kendall and I handled the morning just fine and we took all our medicine and can I please stop talking now because my throat really hurts."

James looked annoyed the whole time Logan spoke until the last part, when his face fell into one of sympathy. He looked a Logan's flush cheeks and the way he clawed at his itchy skin and figured he was wasting time arguing when he could be taking care of his buddies.

"Whatever, I'm awake now and I'm fine," James said, though he knew in his gut that he was anything but fine. He felt worse than he had before he fell asleep, if that was even possible. His head swam dizzyingly, his throat and chest hurt, and he felt weak and feverish. "I'll get you some cream for your rash…" James marched to the bathroom and closed the door so he could spend a minute washing his face with cold water and trying to wake up. He still felt so groggy, even more tired than he was last night even though he slept for a long time, or longer compared to the hours he had been getting, anyway.

When James looked in the mirror, he knew there would be no denying that he was sick. His usually tan and beautiful skin was gray, marred by splotches of red where he was flushed with fever. Sweat lined his brow and his hands were shaking ever so slightly. If you looked closely, you could tell his chest was heaving because he was short on breath, and Logan would be sure to be the one to look closely and notice this.

Unfortunately, Mirror James didn't make an appearance this time. Maybe even Mirror James was agreeing that he was sick. But the fact that he was sick didn't matter. His friends were counting on him and he wasn't about to let them down.

Grabbing a tube of calamine lotion, James exited into the living room and slathered the thick cream onto Logan's rash. The brunette sighed and looked up at him thankfully. James just nodded.

After Logan was comfy, or as comfy as he could be considering his health status, James lifted a sleeping Carlos off of the floor and set him on the chair. Finally, the Latino woke up with a miserable groan.

"Hey, you. How are you feeling?" James asked, covering the boy up with a blanket.

Carlos coughed. "A little better."

"Really?" James asked, surprised. It was the first tiny bit of good news he had heard all week. He rested his hand on his forehead and found it still be warm, but not burning up like he had been. James couldn't help but to smile with relief and give him a quick hug. "That's great, buddy. I'm glad to hear it. Do you want to eat?"

Carlos thought for a moment, rubbing his stomach. He found it didn't hurt anymore. "Yeah, can I have toast?"

"Yeah, of course you can Carlos. Take your medicine and I'll make you your breakfast." James turned and smiled at Kendall and Logan, who looked just as relieved as he did that at least one of them was finally on the road to recovery.

James made Carlos a plate of plain toast and fruit and a glass of juice and brought it to him. The younger boy uncurled himself on the chair and ate his food slowly, as to not upset his stomach.

"We are all feeling better and we took our medicine and everything," Kendall said. "I think you can sit down and relax for a little bit, James."

"Yeah, watch a movie with us!" Carlos said eagerly, scooting over so James could squeeze in next to him on the giant arm chair. James couldn't deny Carlos' excitement, especially when it had been so long since he was happy about anything.

"Alright we'll watch another movie," James said, rolling his eyes simply for show. To be honest, all he wanted to do was cuddle up and watch a movie and just not move for about a year.

The boys chose a scary movie, which wasn't the greatest idea because there was a storm brewing outside the apartment, meaning thunder and lightning that seemed to coincide perfectly with every scene that featured the axe murderer chopping up his victims. Carlos clung to James tightly the whole movie. Every time he would scream, James would wince at the sharp pain slicing through his brain. He had a killer headache and wondered if he should take some medicine. But then he remembered that taking medicine was showing weakness, and he wanted to prove to the guys that he was fine, and that he could handle just a stupid little cold. James Diamond never got horribly sick anyway. He would probably just feel rundown the rest of the day and wake up good as new. So there was no real need for any medicine, anyway.

James kept a constant check on his friend's temperatures and health. Their fevers stayed low grade most of the afternoon, and they even ate the chicken noodle soup he made for them for dinner. Logan wasn't as itchy and Carlos' ear wasn't hurting as badly. James thought the worst was finally over.

But about an hour after dinner, James noticed Kendall started acting kind of funny. He was curled up tightly on the couch and rubbed his stomach, closing his eyes shut tightly even though they chose his favorite movie to watch that evening. He was shivering slightly and a cold sweat glistened upon his brow.

"James, look at Kendall," Logan whispered from beside the blonde. He ran his pale fingers through his hair and touched his forehead. "He's hot, too."

James nudged Carlos, and the Latino moved off his lap so he could kneel in front of Kendall. "Kendall, bro what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kendall said quickly, opening his green eyes, which wore a mask of pain. James sighed.

"Don't tell me that, Kendall," James said, his patience already wearing thin. "Let me what's wrong. I can fix it."

Despite his illness, Kendall found the perfect opportune moment to put up a fight and force James to admit that he, too, was sick.

"Not until you tell me that you're sick," Kendall said. James just blinked, taken aback.

"Really, Kendall? You're bringing this up again? This isn't about me, dude! You're obviously in a lot of pain, why won't you just admit it?"

"Why won't you just admit that you're sick," Kendall said, his voice raising slightly. "You have to let us take care of you, too, you know. Or I won't let you take care of me."

Kendall wasn't sure why he gave James that ultimatum, but he must have forgotten that James was just as stubborn as he was. The brunette agreed with a shrug.

"Fine, take care of yourself than. But I'm not the one who has a raging fever and looks like he's about to vomit. I have a little cough and low-grade fever at worst."

"That's how it always starts out, James. But it's going to keep getting worse and worse until you're as sick as us, unable to even move from the couch and then where will we be? We'll have nobody to take care of us."

"That's all you really care about, isn't it?" James asked. He knew he was being completely ridiculous but he couldn't help but to snap at someone. He was angry that he was sick and had to take it out on something, and unfortunately that something just happened to be his best friend. "Who's going to make you tea and fluff your pillows? You're not really concerned with how I feel so I don't know why you bother asking!"

"That's not true," Kendall said, his voice a little weaker this time. He curled in on himself tighter and massaged his belly. His stomach was doing violent loop-di-loops now.

James rubbed his forehead, ignoring how heated his skin felt there. "Look, this is my one chance to prove to you guys that I'm more than just a pretty face or a flawless voice. I can be more than that. And some stupid cold isn't going to mess that up."

"James..." Logan started, his heart dropping to his stomach at James' words.

"No, don't, Logan," James said. "You all know it's true. I don't contribute anything to this friendship besides 'The Face' and that means nothing. You guys are right, I won't do you any good if I'm sick. I'm never any good even when I'm well. So please stop worrying about me because I'm not going to stop until all 3 of you are perfectly healthy again, even if it kills me."

Kendall, Logan and Carlos were speechless. They had no idea that James felt this way. They didn't know what to do, and being that they were sick, there was nothing they really could do.

James sat down and rested his swarming head in his hands. His little blow-up exhausted him. It didn't make him feel good to get that all off of his chest, it only made him feel worse. Because James was convinced that everyone in the room, and probably everyone in the entire Palmwoods, knew that his words were true. He was good for nothing unless he was on that stage. He couldn't even take care of his friends properly.

"You're doing a good job, James," a small voice said. James blinked away budding tears and looked towards Carlos, who offered him a tiny smile. James just shook his head.

"No, I'm not. Kendall has a spiking temperature and looks like he's dying. I know your ear still hurts, Carlos. You can barely swallow your food without cringing. Logan's still itchy. And who blows up at their friends when they're sick?"

"You can't help that stuff," Logan said. "We're sick, and we can't just magically get better. You've been here for us and that's more than we can ask. We understand that you're under a lot of pressure."

"Yeah but if you or Kendall were in my position, you would be handling it perfectly."

"That's not true James," Logan said. "Right Kendall?... Kendall? Hey, you alright?"

Kendall didn't respond. He was whimpering and moaning softly, rocking back and forth with his arms around his middle. A couple of tears escaped his closed eyelids, mixing with the sweat running down his face.

"Oh God, Kendall?" James asked, at the sick boy's side in less than a second. He supported Kendall from underneath him and lifted him into a sitting position. Kendall leaned against James chest and moaned louder this time. Something inside him told James to get Kendall to the bathroom, quickly.

"It's ok bud, I have you," James whispered, lifting him up into his arms. James' muscles, which were weak with fever, threatened to buckle but he somehow made it to the bathroom. He gently placed Kendall on the floor and lifted the toilet seat. "It's ok, Kendall, just let it out."

Kendall whimpered and shook his head, trying to turn away from the toilet. James wrapped an arm around his shoulders and held him for a moment.

"You have to get it out of you, Kendall, or it will only get worse," James said.

"It hurts," Kendall whimpered.

"I know it does, I'm sorry. I really am. I would take it all away if I could," James said sincerely. "I hate seeing you this sick, Kendall."

Kendall closed his eyes and concentrated on James' voice instead of the rolling nausea in his stomach until he couldn't anymore.

James seemed to automatically know when Kendall was about to throw up, because the blonde found himself hunched over the toilet bowl just in time. Warm hands massaged his back, trying to offer some comfort out of the grueling ordeal.

"Are you finished?" James asked when the heaves stopped. Kendall nodded, and the brunette wiped his tears away with his thumb.

"It hurts so bad James," Kendall admitted, his voice sounding as tiny as a child's.

"Here, drink some of this," James said, offering Kendall a little cup of water from the bathroom sink. "It will make you feel better."

Kendall took the drink gratefully and swallowed a few sips, but it didn't make him feel better. Once again, his stomach rolled and he threw up for the second time with such violence that it left Kendall choking and breathless.

"Ssh, calm down," James cooed, gathering the heaving boy in his arms. Kendall settled against him and struggled to control his breathing.

"I thought you weren't going to take care of me anymore," Kendall said weakly. James couldn't believe Kendall would actually take that to heart.

"I lied," James said simply. "Let's go lie down on the couch, I bet Carlos and Logan are worried about you."

Kendall nodded and let James hoist him to his feet. James snaked an arm around Kendall's waist and helped him walk back to the couch, where he collapsed onto the soft, orange fabric and hugged his knees to his chest. Carlos and Logan watched the duo with a look of "what happened?" on their pale faces.

"Is he ok?" Carlos squeaked.

"He should be fine, I think he got it all out of his system," James said, trying to be positive, but as soon as he said that, Kendall paled even more so if that was possible.

"James, I don't feel good," he whined pitifully. James knew what was about to happen and rushed to the kitchen to grab a bucket from beneath the sink, then ran back to Kendall, shoved it beneath his nose, and rubbed his back while they waited for it to happen.

Kendall threw up twice in a row again. It was hard to watch his normally strong, solid body become so fragile. He seemed to be held together by a tiny string, and if you pulled it, he would fall apart all together.

Logan said it was important to keep Kendall hydrated on Gatorade or at least water, but he couldn't hold down any of it. As soon as James would wash out the bucket, it would need to be washed out again. Soon, Kendall was only vomiting water and stomach acid and suffering dry heaves in between. He was a pale white and his lips were chapped and gray. He didn't have one ounce of color left in him, despite the fever that heated his face up.

"James, give him some more of his anti-vomiting medicine," Logan said. "He needs to stop throwing up. I'm really worried now. He can get dehydrated before long."

James was anxious for somebody to finally tell him what to do, how to help his friend. He carefully removed Kendall's head from his lap. "I'll bring right back, Kendall. I'm going to give you some medicine, ok?"

Kendall moaned in agreement, and James went to Kendall's room to find the medicine. But when he picked up the pill bottle, he saw it was empty. Kendall had already taken the supply of pills the doctor had sent him home with.

"Logan, he's all out," James said, shoving the pill bottle in his face, upset.

Logan flinched and took the pill bottle. He looked disturbed that all of the pills were gone. Kendall needed medicine fast, but there was nothing they could do.

"Just hold on a little while longer," Logan said, stroking Kendall's hair. "It will be over soon."

"But what if he dehydrates? He can't just hold on," James said.

"There's nothing we can do," Logan said regretfully.

"No, he needs this medicine. I can't watch him go through this," James said, taking the pill bottle back from Logan. He read the label carefully. "It says he's allowed one refill, Logan."

"Yeah, but-"

"I'll be back in 15 minutes," James announced.

"Wait, what?" Logan asked, paling. It was storming outside and James was sick, going out in that weather would be a stupid move.

"I'm going to the pharmacy, I'll be right back. Ok Kendall? I'm going to get some more medicine to make your stomachache go away," James said, patting Kendall's sweaty cheek. The sick boy was too ill to answer. He licked his dry lips and whimpered, trying to nod his with his stiff neck.

"But James, you're sick and it's storming really bad out there," Logan warned. "You can't go, please."

"I have to help Kendall," James said, torn. He didn't want to deliberately disobey Logan, but he feared that Kendall would end up in the hospital if he didn't give him his medicine.

"Can I go with?" Carlos begged, nervous to let James go out so late at night by himself. What if he needed help?

"No, buddy I'm sorry you can't," James said. "Stay with Logie and help him, ok?"

"James," Logan said again, shaking his head. He had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't the smartest idea.

Just then, Kendall gagged again and the sounds of bile pouring against plastic filled the room, making them cringe. Kendall shuddered and cried out before another set of gags wracked his body and he threw up again. It was almost like it was unstoppable.

"James, help," Kendall said breathlessly. His voice sounded hoarse from all of the throwing up he was doing. "It hurts…"

James looked Logan in the eyes, and the smaller boy could see how desperate and scared James was.

"Be careful," Logan said.

James put on his shoes and his jacket and hurried out the door, leaving Kendall, Logan and Carlos alone in the apartment.

A/N Who thinks James' decision to get the medicine will bite him in the butt? But at the same time, Kendall really, really needs this medicine.

Please review it makes me vomit rainbows. Omg what is wrong with me sorry for that visual.