Ugh! You know why I haven't reviewed anyone or updated in the past month. Because my father thought it would be funny to hide my computer charger and not tell me about it! Seriously! I was looking for everywhere and had asked him about it but he had forgotten he had hid it until yesterday! UGHHH! I feel so bad! I haven't reviewed 2 kool 2 spell kool right's stories in forever! Or anyone's for that matter. The last person I reviewed was Mrs. Fenway and that was ages ago! Well I'm going to make it up to you guys! I swear! And I also wrote a Christmas story but I thought I lost it and if you guys want it I publish it late. Its 2 kool 2 spell kool right's Christmas present so I'll leave it up to her.

Chapter 21

Carlos Garcia impatiently tapped his fingers against the hard plastic chair he sat on as he waited for the medical staff to finish checking him before he was sent to the hospital. No one could tell him anything on the conditions of his friends and it was beginning to worry him. He hadn't even seen James and he could still hear the echoed scream of Logan in his mind.

"Not very patient are you?" the medical rescue worker remarked, as he tightly wrapped the gauze around Carlos's leg.

"I'm just worried! No one is telling me anything! My best friends could be dead and I wouldn't know! How am I supposed to be patient?" Carlos seethed, gripping his chair tightly as a pricks of pain exploded from his leg.

"We would tell you if your friends were dead," the man explained, a tinge of humor in his voice.

"Well, that's comforting!" Carlos exclaimed sarcastically.

The man sighed, running his long fingers through his light brown hair. He wasn't older than high his twenties, but looked as if he carried the weight of enough horrible memories to last a lifetime, "Look, kid," he said, staring his blue eyes into the teen's brown ones, "I've worked at this job for a whopping six months and have seen many terrible things that have happened to people, but what I've learned is that you should never underestimate the power of hope. Now, I saw your friend, Logan, and I know he will be just fine with a friend like you. But you have to believe in him and you're going to have to be strong for him. "

Carlos gave a small sniffle, "You sound like a fortune cookie."

"Of course I do," the medical worker retorted, "I'm a doctor. We're supposed to be corny. It makes people feel better."

Carlos smiled broadly in appreciation at the man, "What was your name again?"

The man's bright smile turned into one of sadness, " It's Mitchell," and he walked out of the medical tent leaving Carlos behind. A EMT worker minutes later came in and explained that he was to be moved into a ambulance shortly. Carlos nodded but didn't say anything.

"Carlos!" a voice exclaimed behind him. Carlos turned and grinned when he saw his girlfriend running towards him.

"Hey Steph," Carlos said warily.

"Oh my God! Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened to your foot? Do you need anything?" Stephanie asked as she fussed over her boyfriend.

"I'm fine Stephanie," Carlos assured, feeling slightly smothered, "I just broke a few of the bones in my foot and a couple of toes and I might have a skull fracture because I hit my head but other than that I'm just bruised. "

"That doesn't sound fine," Stephanie pouted, but quickly her frown turned into a smile and she began to hug Carlos in relief. "I was so scared," Stephanie said, her voice wobbly.

"I was scared too," Carlos whispered comfortingly, "But I'll be alright. I'm going to be just fine." Then Carlos paused, "How are the others? Do you have any news on Logan? Or Kendall? James said he was in the hospital when I was down in the basement but, I never heard how hurt he was-"

"Carlos!" James cried as he rushed into the tent, interrupting Carlos.

"James! Thank God!" Carlos exclaimed, who was greeted by another bone-crushing hug while he was still sitting, "How is Logan? He looked…horrible the last time I saw him."

James's eyes flickered nervously before he responded, "I don't know. A rescue worker told me that he would be fine but, if he looked horrible…"

"Calm down, James," Carlos said, instantly regretting worrying his friend, "If the rescue worker said he would be okay, then I'm sure he'll be fine."

James looked uncertain, but he nodded his head and then turned to Stephanie. "Where are the girls?"

"They're getting ready to leave for the hospital," Stephanie answered while examining James's hands, "When are you supposed to be leaving Carlos, because I think James needs to go to the hospital too. His hands are all bloody!"

"Stephanie!" James whined, "I'll get my hands looked at when I know all my friends are okay."

"If Logan was here he would freak-"

"Guys! Stop!" Carlos shouted to end the upcoming disagreement, "Arguing isn't going to help us."

James and Stephanie abruptly stopped and suddenly found their tennis shoes fascinating. "Guys?" Samantha swiftly called from outside the tent, "We're ready to leave now."

"Okay!" Carlos shouted back and began to use his crutches to get to the ambulance he was required to ride in.

"You know," James said after a few moments of silence, "Carlos seems really mature, now. He took care of Logan, he stopped us from arguing. He's growing up."

Stephanie smiled, "Yeah, he is."

"GUYS! GUESS WHAT! THE AMBULANCE MAN HAS SPONGEBOB STICKERS!"

"Maybe not."

BTR

Kendall's eyes opened to a colorless ceiling. What…Why am I not in my room? What's going on? he thought. Sitting himself up, he looked around. A tight band was attached to his wrist, hooked up to a heart monitor that was giving off, to his chagrin, extremely annoying beeping sounds. Attached to his left hand, his girlfriend dutifully held onto him while sleeping. With his right hand, he carefully brushed the stray hairs from her face. I'm in a hospital, he realized. Not wanting to wake Jo, he pressed a small button, that seemed to be the gadget that would bring in the doctor. Maybe he can explain why I'm here, and why Logan, Carlos, and James aren't.'

His thoughts were interrupted by the pepper-haired doctor entering the room, "Ah, Kendall you're awake. You're feeling a bit confused right now correct? Well, no need to worry you'll remember why you're here momentarily. Meanwhile, I'm Dr. Jacobson and I'm taking care of you. You've sustained a nasty concussion and some second degree burns but you will be perfectly fine in no time…"

"Umm," Kendall interrupted, "Where are my friends?"

The doctor frowned before slowly replying, "Logan and Carlos are on their way to the hospital."

Kendall opened his mouth to speak but was hit by a wave of memories. Logan…trapped…fire…burning…shot…oh God…windows…Logan's father…hit…Oh God…Carlos and Logan trapped…collapse. Panic burst through his veins but before he could respond an African American nurse entered his room and reported, "The boy, Logan, is here."

BTR

Logan was floating. He felt weightless and he welcomed the feeling for it was much better than the pain. Groggily, he opened his chocolate brown eyes to darkness. "Carlos? Carlos where are we?…Kendall? James? Where are you guys?" Logan asked, even more disturbed that he got no answer, "Am I dead?"

Idk if this is a cliffhanger or not. Oh well. I'm really excited about this new oneshot I'm doing! YAY! I have my computer back! I'm really random right now! Oh well! Please REVIEW! Or my fat dachshund will sit on you! Chow!