So, basically, the only ones not affected by anything right now are James and Kendall. Carlos has a broken leg, Logan has a bruised shoulder, and Krystye has the flu.
This story is probably incorrectly labeled in genre. Romance is correct, but not always Humor. If you think this is incorrectly marked, review with what you think it is. Thanks!
Also, if you can think of cutesy nicknames Kendall can use with Krystye like Krystye does with Kendall, review with them!
Shortest chapter of the series! Sorry!
Chapter Title: Big Time Injury and Sickness
P.O.V.: Krystye
"Kendy, I can't have the flu!" I said as Kendall placed the last blanket on me.
"Krystye, honey, go to sleep. You need the rest. Sleep this away," Kendall said, his hand caressing my cheek. I then drifted off to sleep.
P.O.V. change: Kendall
Krystye drifted off to sleep, leaving me to my thoughts. My mind immediately went to the names Krystye calls me by. Of all of them, my favorite is Kendy. The name reminds me of the word candy, and candy is sweet. It makes me a little mad that I have no nicknames for her that are only used by me. I sighed and went to get a wet washcloth. I placed the cool, damp fabric on Krystye's forehead as she slept. I lay down next to her and turned on the bedroom TV.
P.O.V. change: Carlos
I was still in the hospital ER, waiting for my big cast. James and Logan were still with me. The doctor came in and he got my big cast on. It took a while, but once it was done, the doctor gave me a set of crutches so I could move around.
"Now, Carlos, you need to stay off of that leg for a good two months. And no more dumb stunts, got it?" the doctor said.
"Got it," I said with my usual smile. I stood up and went over to the door to practice with the crutches.
"Carlos, for your safety and ours, I'm keeping your skateboard at mine and Camille's apartment," Logan said.
"I won't be able to use it anyway," I said as we left the hospital.
"Who wants to go see how Krystye's doing? She looked pretty pale when she left," James said.
"Let's go," Logan said, obviously worried about his twin sister. We went to apartment 2L.
"Hello? It's James, Logan, and Carlos," Logan said as we entered the apartment.
"In here!" Kendall's voice called from the bedroom. We entered the room to find Kendall sitting up in bed next to a sleeping Krystye.
"She doesn't feel well at all. Don't wake her. She needs her sleep," Kendall said.
"I know," Logan said. He walked over to his sister. I looked around for a chair because my good leg was getting tired.
"Carlos, you can sit in that chair over there," Kendall said, pointing to a rocking chair. I nodded and sat down, keeping my broken leg raised somewhat.
"Carlos, dude, you screwed up," James said, shaking his head. Logan let out a hiss of pain when he moved his left arm.
"You okay, Logan?" I asked.
"I bruised my shoulder joint when we were escaping from Hawk," Logan said.
"Ouch. Sounds painful," I said.
"It is," Logan said.
"Shouldn't you go get that checked out? It could be really serious," Kendall said.
"I've already taken care of it. My appointment's tomorrow at noon," Logan said.
"I'll cook you guys some supper if you're hungry," Kendall said.
"Yes, please," James, Logan, and I said.
"Alright then," Kendall said, standing up in an effort to allow Krystye to sleep.
"James, check Krystye's temperature with that thermometer on the nightstand. Wake her up first," Kendall said. James went over to the nightstand and picked up the thermometer and gently shook Krystye awake.
"Krystye, I'm gonna check your temperature," James said soothingly, and Krystye opened her eyes. She accepted the thermometer. It beeped after about a minute and James took it from her.
"Kendall, it's a hundred and three," James called.
"Logan, get the medication from the top drawer and give Krystye a dose of it," Kendall said from the kitchen. Logan did as he was told, but he couldn't complete it, because he screamed in pain and grabbed his shoulder, dropping the medicine. A metallic clang was heard from the Kitchen and Kendall rushed into the room.
"Logan, what happened?" Kendall asked.
"My shoulder… I think it may be dislocated!" Logan said.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," James said before walking out the door, Logan following suit.
"I'm gonna go tell Camille what just happened," I said before standing up and 'walking' to the door to leave the apartment. I went to the elevator when the girl that asked me out yesterday saw me. Her name was Stephanie.
"Carlos, what happened to your leg?" Stephanie asked.
"I broke it doing something stupid," I said.
"Can I sign your cast?" Stephanie asked. I grabbed a permanent marker from my pocket and handed it to her with a smile. She signed the bright green cast near the top. I smiled and took back the marker when she was done. The elevator got to the fourth floor and I went over to Camille's apartment. I knocked and she answered.
"Carlos! What happened?" Camille asked as she ushered me in. I sat on the couch.
"I broke my leg doing something stupid. Wanna sign my cast?" I asked, holding out the marker. Camille nodded and signed my cast a little lower than Stephanie did.
"I came to tell you that James took Logan to the hospital," I said.
"What for?" Camille asked.
"His shoulder," I said.
"He was complaining about it before he left," Camille said.
"Yeah, I figured that. Krystye's stuck in bed with the flu," I said.
"Oh, man, that's really bad," Camille said.
"I'm still expecting something bad to happen to Kendall or James," I said.
"That makes sense," Camille said.
"Yeah, this isn't ending well," I said.
"Something tells me this isn't gonna end soon."