Hey guys :) I know it's been ages since I've updated this story, and I am so sorry, but NaNoWriMo is finished, the countdown to Christmas is on, and I am back!

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God, he was tired. Logan wearily entered Carlos' and James' hospital room, and cringed slightly as Kelly and Gustavo immediately looked over at him. He tried to smile, but he was so exhausted that Logan was pretty sure that he looked like a zombie.

"Shh…" James peered around Gustavo, and pointed at Carlos, "He fell asleep again," Logan glanced towards Carlos' bed, and rolled his eyes as he saw his best friend snoring softly with his mouth slightly open. Typical Carlos, he looked the exact same as he would if he had conked out on the orange sofa in their apartment.

Logan then crept quietly over to James' bed, and let Kelly envelop him in a hug. Gustavo gave him a slightly awkward handshake that ended with both Logan and Gustavo avoiding each other's eyes, as the producer said, "I'm, eh, glad you dogs are okay." Logan rubbed at his cast absentmindedly as he and Gustavo released their grips, having not been expecting Gustavo to engage in any kind of physical contact.

"Thanks for coming, guys; I'm sure Carlos really liked seeing you." Logan said as he hi fived James, smiling as he sat down in the chair beside James' bed. "So, um, Kendall's going to be okay," James beamed at this and went to get out of bed, "Hey, what are you doing, man?"

James looked slightly sheepish and defensive, "Well, I gotta go see him… I've been in bed for, like, a whole day, so I'm pretty sure that I'm good to go now." He flashed a winning smile at Logan, who just looked back skeptically at him.

Then Kelly cut in, and went to go towards the door, "Why don't I get a nurse in here, and we can ask her if James is up to walking around?" Logan nodded gratefully at her, and Kelly only smiled slightly at the put out look on James' face. "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes. Here, Gustavo, why don't you run to the vending machines and get Logan here some food? He looks hungry."

Logan blushed, and then his stomach promptly rumbled. Their producer quickly hurried out the door after Kelly, probably desperate to get out of the awkward situation that he hadn't ever been expecting. Once they were both gone, Logan and James looked at each other, and both burst into laughter, the situation hilarious to them.

"Dude, I don't think that I've ever seen Gustavo that nervous before— Not even in front of Griffin!" James wheezed out in between laughs, his chest aching, but his body unable to stop laughing. Logan tried to stop laughing for a few moments, but then pictured Gustavo's almost pained look when he had been shaking his hand, and then erupted into chuckles again.

They were interrupted by a nurse who knocked politely on the door, and then came in, smiling as she heard the two friends laughing. "I'm sorry, boys, but do you mind if I just come in real quick, and check James out?"

It was hard to stifle down their laughter, but they both managed to, James losing all traces of a grin the moment that the nurse started to press down along his torso. He hissed in pain, turning his head away so that Logan wouldn't be able to see the look of agony on his face, but he was too late in doing so, and Logan caught a glimpse of his pained expression, and his heart sank.

Logan had to force himself not to wince as well, when he saw the extensive bruising that James had on his torso, deep purples and blues that splattered all across his chest, and Logan wasn't sure how James was sitting up and talking still, let alone wanting to get out of bed.

"I'm sorry, honey, one more minute," The nurse said softly, in an attempt to calm James down. Thankfully, she stayed true to her word, and was soon pulling James' hospital gown back down to cover his chest, and tucking the covers back up, "Well, things are looking good, James. I don't want you to go running all around the hospital again when I say this, but I think that it would be okay for you to maybe start walking a bit, provided that the pain is manageable."

At this, the injured teenager grinned, all traces of pain gone from his face. But then just as he was about to get, slowly, out of bed, a voice piped up from the other side of the room, "I want to get out of bed too."

All the other occupants of the room turned to stare at a slightly groggy Carlos who had just woken up, and he raised a hand to wave at them, "Please? I've been stuck in this bed for days, and I just want to get out. Even if I have to go in a wheelchair or something, I'll do whatever. Just— Please?" Carlos cast a desperate look at the nurse, who looked unsure, but picked up his chart from the end of his bed anyway.

James closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to remember the last time that Carlos had gotten out of bed. It had ended in disaster, and it was not an experience that James ever wanted to relive. He and Logan stared at the back of the nurse, and tried to judge her reaction, but it was hard, considering that her face was hidden. The hopeful look on Carlos' face looked promising though.

"Well…" The nurse drew out the word, biting her lip while she considered the possible outcomes, "I guess it would be okay… But not for longer than a half an hour, and you have to remain in the wheelchair that I'll have an orderly bring in at all times. Understood?" Carlos nodded eagerly, beaming at Logan and James, who both smiled nervously at him, "And any pain that seems unmanageable, you tell someone right away, and we'll get you straight back to bed."

Carlos looked quite put out by this condition for a second, but then his face cleared, and he nodded. "Guys, this is going to be so awesome! It's like a field trip!" Logan had no choice but to smile at this, and then he looked up to see Gustavo and Kelly entering the room again.

"I think that we should go for now," Kelly said with a smile directed towards an excited Carlos, "But you call if anything, and I mean anything, happens, and we can be here. I'll call to check in with you boys tonight, or maybe tomorrow because you all look wiped, but don't hesitate to call, okay?" All three boys nodded seriously, not wanting to worry Kelly again— She could be scary when she got worried.

"Uh, what she said," Gustavo said lamely, and then waved at the friends, "And get well soon, because we have a lot of work to do in the studio," Kelly elbowed his sharply, and he quickly added, "But not until you're all ready. Um, bye."

They all watched, mouths slightly open, as their producer then scuttled out the door, but not before throwing a sandwich and a wad of cash into Logan's arms. Then the door was closed, and they were alone. "Guys, there's like a hundred dollars here," Logan broke the silence by putting the sandwich down, and counting the notes, "Who carries a hundred bucks around, in their pockets?"

Carlos laughed, ignoring the pain in his ribs, and shifted slightly in his bed. "Oh, man, I really have to get out of this bed," He said with a smile, "My butt's totally asleep." This prompted grins from both Logan and James, who swung his jean clad legs over the side of his bed. "Hey, why did you get to keep your jeans on?" Carlos asked, outraged.

"Because I don't have a huge cast on my leg, that's why, Carlitos," the brunette replied, accepting Logan's hand to help him up. Once he was on his feet, the world started to spin, and it took a few seconds before James could see straight again. Logan then rolled the IV pole towards James, and showed him how to hold onto it, so that he could just it as a support while he walked.

By then, an orderly was wheeling a wheelchair into the room, and Logan and James looked away as the man helped Carlos into the chair. They heard the barely stifled moan of pain, but knew that Carlos wouldn't want them to see him when he was so weak.

When they looked back, Carlos was sitting upright in the wheelchair, his casted leg extended out straight on a support that the wheelchair had built in. He looked pale, and maybe a little green, but he was still smiling, and that was all that mattered. James shuffled out the door alongside Logan, who was pushing Carlos, and looked up and down the halls.

"To Kendall's room!" Carlos cried, pointing a finger in the direction of the elevator.

Logan obeyed, and the battered trio headed in the direction of the lift. He smiled to himself, when he pictured the ICU staffs' faces when they made their way out of the elevator, and marched into Kendall's room.

Because, however battered and bruised and tired they were, they were like brothers, and nothing was going to stop them from going in to see Kendall.

Nothing.

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So there's another chapter down :) I will try and get the next one up by Sunday at the latest (and I mean it, cause my updating has really sucked lately) so check it out then if you want!

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