The EKG started beeping again.

Everyone froze in their spots as they watched the monitor miraculously start beeping, showing signs of life.

"James!" Everyone shouted. They all watched as the EKG kept beeping, getting stronger and stronger. Then, in the boys' amazement, James began to move.

"James! He's ok! He's alive!" Carlos shouted. James's eyes began to twitch a little bit, and his arm moved half an inch.

"He's ok! He's ok! He's alive!" Kendall shouted. Everyone's hearts were beating incredibly fast as they watched this scene play out on front of them.

"Patient started moving and is showing small signs of life." One doctor said, quickly scribbling down words on a clipboard.

"James! Come on, you can do more! Wake up, buddy!" Kendall shouted. The three boys had their faces pressed up against the window, hearts racing, praying. James might actually live after all. But he still had to stay strong. He wasn't there yet.

"Come on, buddy. I know you can make it. Please, you've made it this far." Carlos said, quietly. He watched, tears running down his cheeks, as James slowly began to move.

His eyes twitched again and his head moved. His mouth moved a little and even though he wasn't moving a lot, it was enough to show he was alive.

Everyone watching this moment had their eyes wide and hearts basically on hold. They watched, in hope, as James' eyes began to open.

"James!" The three boys screamed out. James was awake. He was alive. He was ok, for now. He kind of layed there for a minute, dazed and confused. He could barely keep his eyes open, he didn't know who or where he was.

"Everything's alright." A female doctor said to James, in case he'd start freaking out. "You're ok, you're in the hospital."

James didn't respond. He barely looked at her. His eyes were half open and half shut, like a person is when they just woke up from a really long sleep. He looked dead, his tired, sunken in eyes, his pale skin, but he was alive. He was ok.

He survived.

Nobody outside dared speak a word. They couldn't, even if they wanted to. They all had tears on their faces, sadness mixed with a sort of happiness that James was alive.

"Heartbeat slowly returning to normal. Patient has opened eyes, but hasn't focused yet." One doctor said to another doctor who was scribbling down a million things onto a clipboard.

Everyone watched as James' lips moved, trying to speak. He closed his eyes and got a pained look on his face. Nobody could hear him. A female doctor leaned in close to hear what he was saying. His lips moved, forming his first words since the attempt. The nurse gently placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a comforting smile, saying a few words to him. Nobody could hear what they were really saying, the doctors voices were all muffled to them now.

"Patient has began to speak. May have amnesia for a while, asked where he was located. Brain is working, functioning rather properly now that he was awaken."

The doctors spoke in whispers to each other, looking at James and asking each other questions. The boys strained to hear what they were saying, and only caught bits and pieces of their conversations.

"Needs more tests…need to recheck body functions…make…sure…he won't relapse."

"Could go…back into…shock…heart tests necessary…"

"Eyes open…already…speaking…dazed…confused…but good sign."

"He's getting better…just a few more…tests…he should be…fine."

Everyone felt relived, but at the same time they were terrified. They weren't going to be totally reassured until James was up, walking, and happy again.

Until he was himself.

The doctors told Kendall, Carlos, Logan, Mrs. Knight and Katie that once they made sure James was alright, they could come in and see him. But they all couldn't come in at once, they couldn't all come in at once so they wouldn't frighten him.

When the time came for them to see James, Mrs. Knight and Katie left the three boys alone. They all agreed the boys should see him first.

A doctor led Kendall, Carlos and Logan to James' room. "Now you'll have to be quiet." The doctor warned, her voiced hushed. "He's still a little dazed from all the medicine we were giving him and he is still slightly in pain. Please don't touch him roughly or talk all at once. Here, come on in."

She opened the door and let the three boys step inside. She left, closing the door behind her, leaving them alone with James.

The three of them just kind of stood near the door for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. James just lied in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes half closed.

They didn't know if they should step forward, stay behind, or just leave. The moment was very difficult. What would they say to him? Could he say anything back? If he could, what would he say?

They all looked at each other, uneasy looks on their faces. Logan and Kendall both looked at Carlos and nodded, agreeing he should be first. Carlos took a deep breath and walked forward, Kendall and Logan following close behind him.

James turned his head and looked at Carlos when he reached his bed, his eyes giving off a faint, distant look. Carlos did his very best to hold back tears.

"Hey buddy." He said, his voice low and scratchy. James just stared into his eyes, his skin pale, his eyes still giving the eerie, tired, distant look. After a few moments, he mouthed out, 'Hey.'

Carlos took another deep breath. "We're glad you're feeling better." He said. "All of us. We were really worried about you."

James' weary eyes wandered over Kendall and Logan's faces. They just stood there, watching him, trying so hard not to cry. When James looked them in the eyes, they felt like they wanted to cry even more.

"We were so afraid something was…going to happen to you." Carlos said. He took another deep breath, somehow managing to hold the tears back.

"When you started to wake up, we were so relieved. It was scary watching you asleep for so long." Carlos said. "Are you feeling ok? Are you in any pain?" James nodded, very slowly.

"You must be tired." Carlos said. He rested his hand on James'. James looked at him again.

"We're here if you need anything, ok?" Carlos looked back at Kendall and Logan. "All of us."

James looked at the other two boys, keeping his eyes on them for a few short moments. Then he turned back to Carlos.

"Th-anks." He said. His voice was very low, and sounded scratchy and tired. Carlos quickly wiped a tear from his eye before James could see it, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Please…don't cry…" James managed to say. "See…? I'm…ok…" Carlos forced a small smile.

"Yes…and I'm so happy you're ok." He said, almost in a whisper. Kendall and Logan still remained silent. Neither of them knew what to say. They, too, were about to cry, but were somehow managing to hold back their tears.

None of them dared to ask James about the incident, or why he did it, they just kept the topic positive and far away from that.

"Kendall and Logan were worried about you, too." He then said. He looked at the two of them, and so did James. "They were scared because you were so…sick."

Nobody said anything. Kendall just looked at his feet.

"You need to sleep." Carlos said. He patted James' hand. "We'll come back and see you later, ok? Please rest and get better. See ya, buddy."

James gave a weak smile and nodded, and the other three walked out of the room. As soon as that door closed behind them, the tears started coming.

Kendall ran forward, away from Carlos and Logan. None of them chased after him. They understood how he must have been feeling. All of the guilt and pain he must be experiencing, the internal battle within himself.

Kendall sat down on a couch in the waiting room and buried his face in his hands. Carlos and Logan sat down on both sides of him.

"Kendall…" Logan said, placing a hand on his shoulder, but Kendall pushed it away.

"I can't even talk to him." Kendall said.

"We understand, Kendall." Carlos said. Kendall sniffled and looked out the window ahead of him, tears pouring down his face.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to talk to him again after all the rotten things I've done." He said, beginning to sob.

Carlos placed an arm around his shoulder. "Don't cry, Kendall." He said. "Everything is going to be ok."

"And how do you know?" Kendall said, raising his voice. "I helped kill him, technically. I've lost one of my friends, because of my stupid ego! He hates me."

"Kendall, you know that's not true." Carlos said. "James doesn't hate you. He never did."

"I feel awful, too." Logan said. He sighed. "Part of this is my fault." Carlos groaned and stood up.

"Now stop talking like that, you guys!" He said. He gripped his hair. "Seriously, stop thinking so negative. I know you all feel terrible, but please, try and stay positive for James' sake. He doesn't need more negative feelings then he's been getting. Why don't we just stop saying it's 'All our faults' and actually do something?"

Everyone was silent for a few moments. Kendall and Logan both looked at each other. "He's right." Logan said. "All we've been worrying about was who's fault it was when we really need to focus on James' health."

Carlos sighed and sat back down. "I'm sorry for shouting, guys." He said. He took a deep breath.

"It's ok, buddy. We're all a little on edge right now. But the important thing is James is ok now, so maybe we can all just focus on helping him, ok? He'll be ok, he's made it through tough situations before."

Carlos looked at Logan and gave a small smile. "You're right, Logie." He said. Logan grinned. "You're absolutely right…"

Later on that day, Carlos went into James' hospital room while the others were sleeping. When he heard Carlos come in, James turned his head and gave a weak smile.

"Hey." He said.

Carlos gave a slight grin and replied, "Hey, buddy." He pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. "So you feeling any better?"

"A little." James replied. "A little tired."

Carlos gently patted his shoulder. "You'll be tired for a while, buddy." He said. "You need lots of rest."

James smiled. "Ok." He said. Carlos swallowed and looked down, confused, not knowing what to say.

"So…" Carlos began. He wanted to ask James why. Why did he do it? Why did he try to kill himself?

"So…" He started again. "A-are…are you ready to come home?" Carlos asked. He mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question.

But James merely grinned. "I am." He said. "I don't like hospitals, I never really have. I can't wait to go home."

Carlos, trying to hide what he was feeling, gave a fake smile and nodded. He gently patted James' shoulder.

"You'll be better in no time, buddy." He said, sounding like he was about to start crying.

James frowned. "Are you ok?" He asked. Carlos forced a smile and nodded.

"Yeah." He answered, trying to stay positive for his friend. "Never better. I'm ok."

A moment of silence passed between them. All Carlos wanted to do was ask him why, and he could tell James knew that. But neither of them said anything. Plus, Carlos didn't want to put it all back on James' shoulders. The only thing good for him was to start thinking positive and getting on a good recovery, not to think about…why.

"Who's standing over there?" James asked, squinting his eyes behind Carlos. Carlos snapped out of his daydreaming, turned and saw someone standing at the window, watching the two. It was Victoria. Her eyes were red like she's been crying.

When she noticed the two watching her, she quickly left, not looking back. Carlos turned back to James.

"Umm..that was…just a doctor. She was just checking on you to make sure you were doing ok." Carlos replied.

"Oh." James answered. Carlos sighed and looked back towards the window where Victoria was just standing. He didn't care how sorry she was feeling. To him, what she did was unforgivable.

Before anyone else could say anything, a nurse walked in. "I'm sorry to intrude," she said, "but I need to perform some blood tests on James and put some new bandages on his wounds so they won't get infected." Carlos nodded and slowly stood up and walked out of the room, looking at James through the window before he left.

"Now, this will only pinch a little bit." The nurse said, inserting a needle into James' right arm. He winced, but the pain vanished when the bandages on his arms caught his eye.

His eyes darted up and down his arms. Bandages covered almost every inch of them. He suddenly remembered everything.

He didn't know how he should feel. When he looked at his bandaged, self inflicted injuries, for some reason no certain feeling washed over him. He didn't feel anger or even guilt, but somewhere…in between.

James looked around the room. He was finally coming to his sense. He is here, he is alive. He tried to kill himself, but he failed. He is in the hospital. He overdosed. He woke up. He's is being taken care of.

He watched as the nurse drew some blood from his arm. When he was a kid, it used to scare him. He remembered getting blood drawn and crying to his mother telling her it hurt too much. But she would always tell him to relax. She'd keep talking to him, and she would make him laugh for him to be distracted. Before he knew it, it was over.

"I'm going to need to re-bandage your arms, it will only take a minute." The nurse said. James watched her as she carefully unwrapped the white gauze, revealing the many cuts underneath.

The cuts were still there, the reminders of what happened. Some were deep, some were long, some were short. There were cuts of every kind. A strange feeling washed over him, but he wasn't sure what it was.

James watched the nurse's face, to see if she would have any kind of reaction treating a teen boy who cut and tried to kill himself. But her expression was normal, like she's seen it all before. James actually thought he heard her humming.

He wanted to ask her if she treated any suicidal patients before. He wanted to ask her what happened to them, how they did, what they used, and if any were successful.

"Your other arm, please." She said. James lifted his left arm and watched as she repeated the step of taking off the white gauze. His left arm looked worse than his right. Way worse.

The memory came back to him. He remembered that night. He remembered what happened, fighting with Kendall and Logan, the hate on twitter, Victoria cheating on him…he remembered taking the pills, writing the suicide note, lying down, believing, and also hoping, he would never open his eyes again…

He found himself wanting to cry. He didn't know why, he just felt like he wanted to. James did his best not to cry while the nurse was right there in front of him.

She finished bandaging his arm and gave him a gentle smile. "Just yell if you need anything, sweetie." She said. She gave a small laugh and walked out of the room. When she was gone, a single teardrop rolled down James' face. And he just didn't know why.

JAMES IS ALIVE! Hope you liked it ;) There's just a couple more chapters then sadly this story will come to an end. But I hope you like my future stories! And thanks for all your reviews, I read EVERY single one and they always make me smile! You guys are amazing, thank you so much3