Ok guys, sorry it took so long! I've been busy! Hopefully you'll make up for the few reviews I received on this chapter. (: Trying a new point of view today. Not dropping hints or anything. :x Lol. If you wanna know, keep reading! (: Well, here goes the disclaimer. The boys are on vacation…so I guess it's my jo-

Cissy: *Jumps up and down* I wanna do the disclaimer! Julia only owns Kaitlin…she's borrowing me because she can…Royal shadow1 gave her permission! As for the guys…Julia only wishes she owned them.

Julia: Thanks Cissy! Ready for your chapter? Here goes nothing! (:

Chapter 24:

-Cissy's P.O.V.

"Logie, where are we going now?"

"Well Cis, I was thinking my place."

"I like that idea," I said, twirling a strand of purple hair between my fingers. I clutched onto Logan's hand as we walked in the rain that was still coming down pretty hard. As I slid into the car, I shivered. Logan turned on the heat which was underused and seldom served a purpose in sunny California.

"So, here's the game plan for tonight, I'm cooking for you. After that we can watch a movie or do something else, but I am going to cook for you. That's definite," Logan said, taking my hand and grinning while focusing on the road. "I make the best apple pie ever. You'll find out when soon."

"I'm going to help you," I replied with a smile.

"But, I wanted to do something special for you."

"You will be doing something special for me if you let me help. I love cooking. Plus, I'll get to spend time with my Logie." I grinned watching him slowly turn a slight shade of pink.

We pulled into his driveway and headed towards the kitchen. Logan started pulling out the ingredients for what appeared to be stuffed peppers. I began to slice the tops off of the peppers while Logan boiled some rice and defrosted the ground beef. We continued to cook while Logan made occasional food jokes here and there. I laughed being supportive. I didn't want to tell him how overused they were.

Just as I finished tossing the salad, the timer on the oven dinged, signaling that our meal we had prepared was ready. We ate dinner over a light conversation of recent movies that looked interesting. We both agreed that we wanted to see "Inception" and that would most likely be our plans for tomorrow.

After Logan had finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, we sat on his charcoal couch and started the movie. I leaned my head on Logan's shoulder, getting comfortable. I was half asleep through most of the film. Towards the end, I actually dozed off.

"Cis," Logan whispered, shaking me softly.

"Mmf…"

Logan stood up being careful not to disturb me much. He lifted me slowly, carrying me to his bedroom. He placed me on his bed and relaxed himself next to me.

"Logie, I should get home," I mumbled, not quite aware of my surroundings.

"You're not driving home when you're this tired. I won't have it. Just relax. Everything is fine," he whispered back to me, wrapping his arm around me. "Sleep well." Logan kissed me on the lips. Before I could respond however, I had fallen asleep in his tight grasp. For the first time ever, I had quite literally slept with Logan Henderson.

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-Kaitlin's P.O.V.

Whoever said that morning sickness is just for the morning must be full of crap. I've been constantly feeling nauseous, after every meal nearly wanting to get rid of what I just ingested. I learned to keep it down after the second day. Now, I just feel horrible. This was why I was lying on our bed, feeling too sick to even turn over. James was almost always by my side every minute, doing whatever he could to help.

"Kait, how are you holding up?" James asked concernedly, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

"Not great. This has to be the worst part of pregnancy."

My mom's words rang through my head. I'm sorry you feel so lousy sweetie, but it only gets worse from here. You'll be mood swingy, have the strangest cravings which may make you sick afterwards, and the stiffness in your back and the soreness of your feet will seem unbearable. Don't even get me started on the birth process. You'll see. I know you'll be fine though, honey. You're a strong, beautiful girl.

I didn't feel very strong and beautiful at this point. I felt sick and helpless.

"I know, baby," James replied, snapping me out of my thoughts. He stroked my forehead softly.

I knew sleeping was out of the question, so I eased myself off of the bed. James steadied me as I went to the living room. I sat down, turning on the news. "If you can identify this driver in the accident, please go to the hospital. The doctors need information," the television blared. "Again, the description of the young man is: blonde hair, green eyes, height, approximately six feet. He is in critical condition."

"Sounds like Kendall," James said coolly, a joking tone in his voice.

"Don't joke like-"

"The license plate reads K-N-D-I-Z-L-E," the news anchor continued.

"James…doesn't Kendall's license plate have his nickname on it?" I asked, suddenly panicked.

"Yeah…but it doesn't read…Oh God…she just said KNDIZLE…didn't she? Kendizzle…holy shit!"

"Again, the boy is in critical condition. Traffic could be backed up for-" I quickly shut off the T.V.

"James, we need to get to the hospital, now."

"I know Kait. You stay here…I'll call the guys."

"No," I insisted, "I'm coming."

James knew better than to argue with me. We ran to his car, my queasiness forgotten. I already had Logan on the phone. "Logan!"

"Kait, do you know what time it is? It's 1:30 in the morning. What's going on?"

"Kendall. Car accident. Hospital. Now," I gasped for breath. My chest felt tight.

"Wha-what? Cissy and I will head right over." The line went dead.

I dialed Carlos's phone number. "Carlos, come to the hospital. Now." Tears finally escaped from my eyes.

"Are you ok Kait? Where's James?"

"I'm fine Carlos…Kendall got into a car accident…please, just come."

"I'll be there in a few. See you there."

James drove swiftly to the hospital. We pulled into the parking lot very quickly. We were lucky we weren't caught for speeding. We nearly ran into the intensive care unit.

"Hi, I'm looking for the blonde boy who was recently brought in. His name is Kendall Schmidt. The doctors needed his information," James said to a rather young nurse, staying calm.

"Right now the doctors are running some tests. Have a seat."

We sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Logan showed up with Cissy, and Carlos came alone.

"Where is he?" Carlos demanded.

"We can't see him right now, Carlitos. Just wait until someone comes out to talk to us," James spoke up.

We sat in silence and waited. We were waiting until three in the morning. Finally, someone came to talk to us.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Lewis. I'm assuming you're friends of…Kendall was it? I just need to ask you a few questions because Kendall is currently unconscious," a middle-aged, handsome man in a white lab coat said.

We all nodded.

"Alright, did you witness the accident?"

"No," we all replied simultaneously.

"Does Kendall have any medical problems that you are aware of?"

"No," we all replied again.

"Who can we contact to get his records?"

"Um…we don't know. That's something you should ask him," Logan responded.

"We need to know as soon as possible. There are serious issues that need to be taken care of. We need his records before we can do anything though."

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, afraid.

"I cannot disclose anything. It's part of the policy. We don't disclose anything."

"He's our best friend!" Carlos nearly shouted.

"I see. Well, we'll take that into consideration…may I have his parents' phone numbers?"

"Yeah…" Logan rattled off the numbers.

"Thank you. I'll be out to talk with you again soon."

We all sighed as the doctor retreated. I wasn't too fond of him.

Another hour passed before the doctor came back out. "We have to inform you of some stuff about your friend Kendall…"

To be continued…

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