A/N I went to a chocolate factory and I'm eating the biggest Halloween peanut butter cup ever right now it's heavenly. Ok, shouting out to freakier than freaks who requested Kendall get sick and the boys and Katie take care of him! I also want to shout out to Big Time Rush BTR who wanted to see a sicky Kendall as well. Thanks guys!

"Just tell him," Kendall thought to himself, urging his voice to say what his mind wanted him to. Why was this so hard? Logan was nestled quietly on the couch, television on mute and homework on his lap. The smaller boy hadn't yet noticed Kendall's presence.

The reason why Kendall was currently standing behind Logan wasn't because he was a creeper, but because he was feeling really, really sick and he needed some help. Usually, he just dealt with being ill and kept it to himself until somebody noticed, and they would usher him to bed while he whined and complained but was internally grateful. But this time was different. He had been feeling icky all day, but got through school, rehearsals, and dinner just fine. But after dinner, he was hit with a horrible stomachache. While the other guys went off to do their own evening activities, Kendall said he was just going to study in his room when really he spent the past hour curled into a tiny ball clutching his stomach, waiting for the pain to pass. But it was only getting much worse.

"Logan," Kendall said quickly and loudly. Logan jumped a little, dropping his book and making a scared squeak.

"Huh? Oh, hey Kendall. You ok?" Logan asked, looking up to see his best friend looking quite grey and holding onto the back of the orange couch for support. Sweat lined his brow and his eyes were cringed in pain.

"N-no," Kendall replied. "I threw up, dude."

Logan's eyes widened with surprise and got to his feet so he could lead Kendall to the front of the couch where he could lay down. "You're throwing up, Kendall?" How could he not have heard his friend getting sick? Was he that involved in his homework?

"Yeah," Kendall admitted, almost ashamedly. He curled up on the couch cushions and rested his hand on his churning belly. "It hurts, Logan."

"How long have you been feeling sick for?" Logan asked, feeling Kendall's forehead for fever. His friend was very warm to the touch.

"All day, but it wasn't this bad. I thought it would get better once I threw up but it's only hurting worse," Kendall said, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Aw jeez, Kendall. How many times do I have to tell you not to let it go all day? It only makes you sicker. Do you have a sore throat? I thought you sounded a little off during recording today."

"Yeah, just get me better before the guys and Katie get home, ok? I don't need them fussing over me. Oh man…"

"What is it?" Logan asked, thinking Kendall got a bad cramp or something.

"Mom will be home from bunko in a few hours!" Kendall wailed, fearing his mother's not-so-gentle touch. He loved her to death, but she was insane when he or any of the other kids were sick. He could kiss goodbye his entire weekend.

Logan chuckled. "Your mom can take care of you. That's not a bad thing. And sorry dude but it's going to take longer than a couple of hours for you to feel better, I think you have the flu."

"The flu? You have got to be kidding me, Logan. I can't be sick! I'll be fine in a bit I just gotta let this stomachache pass."

"Yeah, and for the fever to break and the sore throat to go away and oops, sounds like you have quite a cough buddy."

Kendall tried to cease coughing immediately, but his chest was so heavy. "Fine, I'm sick! Ugh, just… Take care of me, will you? Do your doctor magic hands thingy and fix me!"

Logan grinned, amused. "Ok, ok. I'll go get my stuff." Logan disappeared for a moment and came with a blanket, a water bottle, medicine, a bucket, and his thermometer. He took Kendall's temperature. "One hundred and one degrees even. Mama Knight freaks out over anything over one hundred, so I'll help you out and work on getting it under one hundred before she comes back. Here's some fever reducer…" Logan handed Kendall a couple pills and the bottle of water. "I'll be right back." Again, Logan left and returned with 2 wet washcloths, one for Kendall's forehead and one for his neck. "Alright, as long as we keep you cooled down I think your fever should lower a bit."

"Good," Kendall mumbled, on the brink of sleep. Logan gave his back a pat and sat down next to him. Kendall fell straight to sleep.

James, Carlos and Katie arrived home by 10 o' clock. They immediately knew something was wrong with Kendall when they saw him lying next to Logan on the couch, wrapped snugly in a fleece blanket and snoring loudly.

James eyed the thermometer warily. "Is he…"

"Sick?" Carlos finished for James, looking at Logan with wide eyes. The last time Kendall was sick was 2 years ago, when he licked the driveway on a dare.

"But Kendall is never sick," Katie said incredulously. She approached her older brother and looked at him closely. There was no denying he wasn't sick. His skin was pasty and sweat dampened his golden bangs. She put her palm against his forehead. Sure enough, he was running a fever. "Is he ok, Logan?"

"He's been sleeping for about 2 hours, so I guess he's ok right now. I've been trying to lower his fever before Mama Knight comes home," Logan explained.

"She gets home from Friday night bunko at 10:45 every night and he's burning up," Katie said. "Mom is going to freak."

"Burning up?" Logan wondered. Last he checked, Kendall's forehead was merely warm. Logan pushed back Kendall's bangs and put his hand on his forehead and cheeks. He was suddenly hot with a high fever. "Oh no," Logan muttered, sticking the thermometer under Kendall's tongue. Surprisingly, the blonde didn't even stir. He was in a deep sleep.

"One hundred and two point four," Logan read when the device beeped. "That doesn't make sense, I just gave him medicine and I have been keeping cool. He must be really sick. James, can you go wet these washcloths and put them in the freezer for me?"

"On it!" James said, grabbing the cloths and taking them to the kitchen. Kendall suddenly groaned in his sleep, curling up on himself even further. His face was twisted in pain and he shivered slightly. Logan quickly rubbed his back to try to soothe him back to sleep, but no such luck. Kendall green, fever-stricken eyes popped open. He groaned once again, watching the room spin around him. He saw 4 whirring Katie's and 3 spinning Logie's.

"Guys… Stop moving," he moaned, covering his hot face with his shaky hands.

"Um, we aren't moving," Katie said.

"Uh-oh, he has his puke face on," Carlos said from where he stood at the edge of the couch.

"He has a puke face?" Logan asked, wondering why Carlos noticed stuff like that. "Kendall, buddy do you think you're going to be sick?"

"No," Kendall said stubbornly. His stomach was twisting and flipping painfully but he wasn't going to puke again. It hurt too much the first time, and it was so gross. He wouldn't allow himself to throw up anymore in his entire life.

But of course, Kendall couldn't control it, no matter how much he willed his stomach to stay still. He buried his face in the couch, trying to concentrate on his breathing.

"You ok man?" James asked, coming back from the kitchen. Kendall looked absolutely terrible. He was shivering and sucking in deep breaths, and a moment later small hiccups could be heard from the boy.

"M'fine," Kendall mumbled. His stomach did an angry twist before it gave a harsh spasm, and he gagged dryly against the couch cushion.

"You're not fine, Kendall!" Logan scolded. He forced the taller boy into a sitting position and shoved a bucket underneath his chin just in time for him to vomit violently into it. His friends cringed at the sounds of vomit splashing off of the sides of the plastic as he retched. If Katie wasn't so worried for her brother, she would have left the apartment just then.

"That was gruesome," James noted when Kendall's torture ended, and Logan gave him a warning look as he promptly removed the bucket from under his nose.

"Awe, Kendall, you alright buddy?" Logan asked.

"Water?" Kendall asked weakly, and Logan set the bucket aside and gave him a long, greedy drink of the cold liquid.

"Katie, can you keep an eye on him while I go wash this out?" Logan asked. Katie nodded and sat next to her brother so she could rub his sweaty back comfortingly. Logan spent a few long minutes washing the soiled bucket and brought it back to the living room. Kendall was laying down again, this time with his head in Katie's lap. Carlos sat by his stocking feet and massaged them absent mindedly. James was next to Carlos, and all eyes were on the television, which was playing the Lion King.

"Oh cool, Kendall's favorite movie," Logan said with a smile.

"It's not my favorite movie!" Kendall defended, feeling a bit silly. Katie whacked his ear gently.

"Yes it is," she argued humorously. It was no secret that the Disney classic was his favorite since he was a little boy.

"Katie," Kendall groaned.

"What? It's a good movie-"

"No, I feel sick again," Kendall said, clutching his abused tummy. Katie exchanged a worried glance with Carlos and the pair helped him into a sitting position. Within seconds, the newly washed bucket was once again being filled, and Kendall's entire body shook with each violent heave. Carlos rubbed circles on his shoulder blades, trying to comfort him through it.

"What on earth?" A woman's voice cried, and Logan, James, Carlos and Katie stood up in alarm to find Mrs. Knight barge inside the room in worry. She flung her purse to the side and rushed to her poor son's aide. His retches broke her heart, and she could feel the heat radiating off of the teenager from where she sat next to him.

"Oh Kendall, baby!" She cooed. Kendall's retches ceased for a moment, and he looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Mom? When will this stop?" He asked, than buried his nose back into the bucket as another round of vomit struck him. It was starting to hurt, a lot. His stomach was so sore, his throat burned, and it was hard to breathe while regurgitating for 10 minutes straight.

"Hold on baby, it will be over soon," she said. Logan, who had left for a second to grab the freezing-cold washcloths James had made, handed Mrs. Knight the cloth and she pressed it gently upon Kendall's red and sweaty forehead. He closed his eyes at the comfort and when he finally finished, he leaned into her side, exhausted.

"It's ok honey, you're ok," Mrs. Knight said. "Logan, hold him for a minute, I'll go clean his bucket," she said. Logan nodded gratefully and took Mrs. Knight's spot on the couch, wrapping a strong arm around Kendall's quivering shoulders.

Mrs. Knight returned a few minutes later and fussed over Kendall for a bit, wrapping him in blankets and taking his temperature and wiping away his perspiration with the cold washcloths until he was finally asleep again.

"Ok kiddos, he seems alright for now," Mrs. Knight said. "You all can go to sleep if you want to, I know it's late. I'll keep an eye on him."

"No, I want to stay with him if it's ok Mama Knight," Logan said timidly. He never left his friends sides when they were sick, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

"Me either," Carlos said, making himself comfy next to Logan.

"I'll take the floor," Katie said, plopping down on the couch.

"Oh, I get the lazy boy," James said, settling into the giant armchair. Mrs. Knight smiled fondly.

"Ok, I'll be right back," she said. She rummaged her room and came back with a pile of blankets and pillows and tucked each one of her kids in, than laid a kiss on Kendall's temple. "You all take care of my boy. Good night."

"Night-night," James said, smiling when he received an affectionate kiss of his own. Mrs. Knight shut out the lights and retired to her room.

"Good night, big brother," Katie said. "Love you."

"Hope you feel better, buddy," Carlos said sweetly. The teenagers fell asleep quickly.

A few hours into the night, Kendall stirred and woke up from his slumber. He was curled on the couch and wrapped tightly in a pink comforter, which he vaguely remembered his mother doing to him. The room was dark, but Lion King was playing on repeat on the big screen. He kicked the comforter off of him, feeling hot. His chills were gone and while he was drenched in sweat, his skin was cool. He realized his fever had broken. He still felt sick, but not near as bad as it was. His stomach didn't even hurt anymore.

Kendall went to get up so he could spend the rest of the night in his room, but he accidently kicked a snoozing Carlos in the head. He winced, but Carlos didn't feel a thing. He briefly wondered why Carlos was down here, but then he saw that James, Logan and Katie were sleeping around him, too. At first, Kendall rolled his eyes, but than his features softened. His friends had stayed with him. They cared about him.

Kendall grinned and settled back down on the couch, feeling loved.

A/N I could just write sick fics all day long! I love them! And I love requests! I'm always taking requests but if I haven't done yours yet, I promise I do all of my requests! Thanks for all of the great reviews, hoped you all liked this chap!