hey y'all, this is my first BTR fanfic as well as my first time writing on ! I'm definitely a bit late to the party here (hence my username) since I've only just gotten completely BTR obsessed. In fact, I finished the whole series and movie in 21 days. Then I got hooked on the music, and then I started reading fanfiction, and oh my dear, I didnt know how much I loved like, suffering Logan, until I read Miss Fenway's "Head On Collision" (the literal best thing ever, by the way, go read it now, "Memory" is also lovely). So, since most of the fanfiction I've read and loved on here is from 2010-2013, I decided that I would write some for more recent fans like myself to enjoy. So, here it is! Enjoy Logan being sick and mainly Kendall dealing with him.
Self proclaimed future doctor Logan Mitchell immediately knew something was wrong with him. Of course, it was minor. Nothing more than a sore throat and a little bit of a cough. And sometimes he felt sore. Rarely naseous, but it was becoming more common as the hours passed.
Really. This was absolutely terrific. It was only a matter of time before his friends found out, if Mrs. Knight hadn't suspected anything yet. Katie had been just recovering from her own illness. Mrs. Knight was bound to figure it out anyway. He had probably caught what Katie had, but he didn't remeber her seeming this bad.
See, the thing with being sick was that it shouldn't happen. Not to him. He was going to be a doctor! He swallowed those medical textbooks whole, not that it was necessarily fun, but it was at the very least interesting, and, oh yeah, it was best to be prepared for his future career path. So he prepared himself by reading medical textbooks. He was good at retaining the information, so good, good enough so that he could recall any of it if it was important to the situation at hand.
Was it just ironic that his brain didn't seem to be recalling like usual, not as fast. He thought harder, realizing he couldn't. His train of thought had been replaced completely by the agonizing, throbbing, persistent pains of a headache. He held the back of his neck with one hand, gingerly running his fingers over where he assumed was the pain's epicenter.
"Hey, Logan?" Carlos asked him as he walked past, towards the fridge. He grabbed the milk carton. Preparing himself cereal that hopefully wouldn't end up in the helmet, he continued, "When are we supposed to be at the studio?"
The headache throbbed once again and Logan's hand flew to the back of his neck. He winced. "Oh, uh, seven-thirty.'
Carlos was happily slurping his cereal as he peered up at the clock. "Isn't it seven-thirty now?'
It was. "Oh, fantastic."
"Really? I mean, you're always so on time to everything, Logan, I thought you would be freaking out about this, I guess it's good that you're not,' Carlos said. He continued on talking and slurping cereal.
The headache attacked again. Logan winced again, hoping Carlos wouldn't notice. "I'm going to wake up Kendall and James. Call Kelly, tell-"
And now a coughing fit. Carlos definitely caught that. He looked up from his cereal, eyebrows knit in concern. "Logan?"
He didn't respond after the coughing fit had passed and instead decided to rush immediately to his and Kendall's shared room for two purposes: to wake Kendall up, and to find some cough drops, water, anything to soothe his throat. He hoped it didn't get any worse before rehearsal. There was no telling exactly how badly Gustavo and Kendall would react, albeit for slightly different reasons. Logan could barely handle Carlos angry at him, he had no idea how he would deal with the two biggest hotheads he knew blowing a fuse over this.
Unfortunately for Logan, at least in the case of his second purpose, Kendall was a light sleeper. This made waking him up quite easy. All it took was saying his name a few times and he was up. This, however, made it a bit difficult to discreetly search for cough drops and other throat aids. Once again, unfortunately for Logan, Kendall was smart enough to catch on.
"What are you looking for, Logan?"
"Good morning," Logan responded, since he figured deflecting the question might make it go away. Kendall was tired anyway. They all were. Surely none of them had the energy to start an argument now.
"Did you lose something? One of your nerd books? Lyrics?"
Logan shook his head. He could probably find something in the medicine cabinet later. "No, nothing."
He wasn't positive that Kendall was staring at him in that skeptical way of his, but he was almost positive, which was enough incentive to get out of the room and wake up James. Who, surprisingly, was awake and seated at the kitchen table, fixing his hair. A bowl of cereal sat in front of the boy, untouched. It had been a life long policy of James's never to eat and get ready at the same time. Getting ready came first.
Logan knew it now that Kendall's eyes were following. He made the conscious decision not to grab his neck when that stupid headache pounded. He walked over to the toaster and prepared himself two plain pieces of toasts that the longer he stared at, the less he was compelled to eat. He took a bite anyway, regretting it the moment the wave of nausea hit him. It was like the symptoms were generating out of the blue and striking just when it was the most opportune time not to.
"Logan? You good?" asks James. He could probably see Logan pale through his mirror. Carlos and Kendall made no indication of noticing.
But Logan had Kendall's undivided attention now.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said to James, talking around another forced bite of toast. "It's seven forty-five. Gustavo's probably fuming."
With that, he jumps off his chair and hurries to put his shoes on. He's out the door just as quick. The elevator, however, has different plans, and comes up painfully slow. Just in time for the others to follow him and watch him throw up into a potted plant. He ducks inside the elevator and wipes his mouth with his hand. Reaching in his pocket for any gum, he realizes there's none. His backpack isn't with him either.
The elevator doors are about to close, but Logan's not that lucky. It's James who sticks his arm out to reopen the elevator doors, and it's Kendall who tosses Logan his \backpack, which he shoulders quickly. But it's Carlos who ruins everything.
"So, you're not just coughing? Puking into potted plants too?"
Logan can physically feel the anger radiating off of Kendall. Wisely, he positions himself so he's closer to James.
"You were coughing?" Kendall asks. Logan doesn't so much as breathe. "Logan.'
It's that stupid warning tone, that tone that means tell me now or you're gonna set yourself up for big time trouble. Out of all the tones Kendall uses, this is Logan's least favorite because it usually pertains to him, for some odd reason.
"Yes, okay, but only for a little bit, and it's nothing serious, I should know, I'm the doctor. Please don't tell?"
Why does he sound like a child? Don't tell who? Gustavo? Kelly? Mrs. Knight?
"You just threw up in a plant."
Logan doesn't know what to do with his hands at this point, so he just balls them into fists. "Yes, I know, but-"
The elevator doors open, he's quick to duck out of the elevator and speed through the lobby.
Kendall's hand catches his shoulder. "Stay home today, Logan."
He shakes his head. "No, I'm fine, honestly. I'd know if I was too sick to rehearse."
Kendall eyes him carefully, briefly taking his hand off the smaller boy's shoulder. Then, it's him who shakes his head. Kendall's hand is back on Logan's shoulder, gently but firmly steering him back towards the elevators. "No, I don't think you'd admit being sick. Come on."
Kendall says something to James and Carlos about them both staying home, and make sure to film Gustavo's big blow up. Logan tries to pull away. "Kendall. You can't stay home with me. First of all, I'm not sick. And you'll miss rehearsal for no good reason."
Kendall shrugs as they walk into the elevator. "Well, who's going to make sure you don't die? Right. My mom's with Katie at her own doctor's appointment."
Logan doesn't respond, instead he keels over with yet another coughing fit. Kendall helps him stand, which Logan doesn't need, he still has his balance. He's not helpless.
Kendall seems to think so though, since Logan is immediately sentenced to the couch once the two boys are back in Apartment 2J. Logan attempted protesting, but it didn't really work, especially not when Kendall had the strength to carry him over to the couch himself. It was highly humiliating and hugely embarrassing, but what's worse is that, now wrapped up cocoon of blankets, he can't escape.
Logan didn't escape this cocoon thing for several hours, not until James and Carlos returned from the studio. As promised, Carlos immediately went to show Kendall to footage he had of Gustavo losing his mind over half the band missing. Logan could hear Gustavo's recorded yelling from his eternal spot on the couch, which only made him feel worse. This was absolutely pointless, him staying home, when he still could sing and still could work. He struggled in the cocoon of blankets for a minute before James appeared next to the couch for the sole purpose of laughing at his friend.
"Did Kendall wrap you up in that thing?"
Logan nodded.
James's face breaks out into a grin. "Why'd you let him?"
"I didn't let him. He's just stronger."
James laughs. "Whatever you say. Want some help out?"
Logan did and accepted the offer. Upon acceptance, James took this opportunity to free Logan in the most painful way possible. Though it probably wasn't intentional, James had just pulled at the blankets so they unraveled Logan. And as a result, the unraveled Logan fell to the floor and laid there for a while, his legs, weak and unused for several hours, serving him no purpose. James helped pull him up onto the couch, which was greatly appreciated.
"You feel really sick?"
Nope. This was a trap. He wasn't going to respond. Of course, this meant that his symptoms did, like another coughing fit.
James disappeared off into the kitchen then. Logan could hear cabinets opening and closing. He struggled to sit upright at first, but he was eventually. Before he even lifted his feet off the couch, he could hear both James and Kendall reprimanding him.
"Down, Logan."
He laid back down, his arms crossed over his chest defiantly, his eyes squeezed shut to ignore the light that was suddenly too bright.
Kendall and James were now on the same team. Carlos wasn't allied with them yet, but it was only a matter of time before he was in on it to, and Logan would be permanently confined to the couch.
James and Kendall returned in formation, prepared for war. James held the non threatening medicine cup in front of him, filled to the mark with dark blue liquid. Not purple, which was undoubtedly better. No, this new blue liquid was an enemy. James passed off the cup to Logan. Kendall stood watching, his arms crossed over his chest just like Logan, but worse. Warning. Threatening him.
"Hey, guys, what's-" Carlos popped up from his own bedroom, walking over to watch the apparently make-Logan-suffer show. Carlos's expression changed, as did the conversation topic entirely. Carlos glanced at the cup of medicine still in Logan's shaking hand. "You're really sick, Logie? That blue medicine-Mucus, or whatever it's called-is the worst."
Great.
Logan tipped his head back and let the medicine drip from the cup down his throat. He gagged involuntarily and made sure to close his mouth before he spat up this blue liquid medicine in disgust. Then he closed his eyes in order to feign sleep. He thought it was an expert level plan, and it would make his friends disappear, at least for a minute.
Now, it appears that he was incorrect. He didn't hear his friends moving away, they must have just stayed there. Logan shifted on the couch, pressing his face into the cushions.
He could hear Kendall sigh. "Well, looks like Logan's mad at us."
Then James sighed as well. Was this some prank. Logan could tell they weren't serious. "Yeah, I guess. Oh well. Carlitos!"
So maybe Carlos had moved. Logan could hear his voice further away. "Yeah?"
"What do you want to watch?"
Logan heard the familiar sound of his Latino friend tapping on his helmet. "I don't know. Is there a hockey game on?"
It was when Carlos jumped over the back of the couch that Logan gave up sleeping. He sat up, which no doubt got the attention of the other boys.
"Enjoy your nap, Loges?" Kendall asked, a small smirk on his face.
Always the master at not responding, Logan continued this practice. His throat was too sore for talking anyway. He leaned back on the couch, suddenly tired for real. He closed his eyes again.
It turned out that there was no hockey game on television, so James was idly flipping through Netflix. "There's, uh, a new episode of New Town High we could watch?"
New Town High was actually the stupidest television out of all the television shows to ever be created. It just make no sense. It sounded like a regular high school teen drama, but no, this show has to be special and add in unimportant vampires and ghosts and whatever else. Out of the four of them, Carlos was the only one who even remotely enjoyed it. And by "remotely enjoyed" Logan meant, very simply, that Carlos was sort of a superfan. It was mostly because of Jo Taylor, Kendall's girlfriend, who starred as the main character Rachel on the show. Carlos usually defended his interest in the show with the poorly used argument of I'm just supporting Jo. That was, when Carlos remembered to defend himself for liking the girliest (and did Logan mention stupidest?) show on television. Right now, Carlos had forgotten and Logan wasn't about to tease him when he could barely function himself.
As expected, Carlos nodded enthusiastically at James's suggestion, and of course, Kendall wanted to see his girlfriend at work. So James started the new episode and leaned back on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Right where Logan's head currently was. The boy in question made a strangled, choking sound and James's back slowly suffocated him.
James jumped up and only laughed. "Sorry, man."
Logan grumbled and fidgeted again, out of place and uncomfortable.
"Looks like someone's moody," Kendall sang, his eyes fixed on the television screen. From what Logan could see, through squinting, tired eyes, Jo and Jett were fighting off some vampire. Yeah, he was definitely delirious, teetering on the edge between wakefulness and sleep. Since when did Rachel and Drake fight vampires? Logan rubbed his eyes and closed them again.
"Maybe you should go to bed, Logan. If you're that tired," Carlos suggested. "You are taking up a lot of room on the couch."
Logan amended this, getting up and retreating to his and Kendall's room. He collapsed down on the first bed that he came in contact with. Completely conked out for the night, he was asleep. He would be better tomorrow, he just had to be.
It was three in the morning when Logan realized two things: first, he was in Kendall's bed, how had that happened? And second, a nausea spell overcame him. He sat up immediately, barely making it to the bathroom. He had tried to be considerate for the noise level, he knew he wasn't being particularly quiet. The most he had done to accommodate for how loud he was being was shut the bathroom door. Then, he emptied his guts out into the toilet, clutching it with both hands.
He flushed twice just to be safe, wiped his mouth with some toilet paper and attempted to sneak back into his bedroom. This attempt failed.
"Logan." The voice startled him, making him jump and mutter things under his breath. "Are you okay?"
It was Kendall. He was awake too, sitting on a swivel chair with a glass of water in his hand. He smiled sympathetically at Logan, who blushed and turned his head away.
"I'm fine. Really."
Kendall handed over another glass of water, which Logan took with grateful hands. He took one sip before regretting this decision.
"I think you're lying."
Logan takes a sip of water again, mostly to avoid the question. "No."
Kendall raises his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced. His eyebrows are so stupid. Huge and bushy, Logan notices. He closes his eyes and takes another sip of water.
"Go lay down, Logan."
"I was going to go back to bed," he replies, standing up in search of the desired destination. He stood up too quickly, he realizes, as all that water rushes up again. He's blushing harder, and down on his knees. He stands up, slower, as to not aggravate his sensitive stomach further, rummaging around the kitchen for paper towels.
"I got them here," Kendall says, brandishing the paper towels like a lightsaber. He lowers himself to his knees and begins cleaning the mess up. It's nothing more than water and gastric acid, but it must be terrible to clean up. "Your bedsheets are in the laundry though, you might just want to crash on the couch."
The headache that had previously gone dormant in Logan's skull rose up again. He, not bothering anymore to hide it, covered his head with his arms, not that that would do anything. "Okay. Yeah, fine," he agreed, collapsing down on the couch.
He heard the faint hum of television chatter and reached for the remote to turn it off. Kendall got it first, misunderstanding, and flipped through the channels. Kendall was that weird person who used the Channel + and Channel - buttons instead of using the Guide. So far, he had skipped through a few late night talk shows and the early morning news.
Logan knew Kendall had skipped over a space documentary (on Venus! His favorite and the ultimate best planet in the Milky Way) without opening his eyes. He had planned to record it a few days ago, since it was going to air at three in the morning, and a week ago, he hadn't thought he would be awake at three in the morning. But, since he was awake and it was on, there was simply no better time to watch it.
"Kendall, go back to Channel 7."
Kendall laughs, a little bit unsure and, was that awe in his voice? "How do you know what channel I'm on, man? Your eyes are closed."
"I can see through my eyelids." He wasn't being serious, but maybe Kendall thought he was, because he sounded surprised.
Kendall flips back to Channel 7, tossing Logan the remote. "Weirdo. It's on some space thing."
"Venus. Did you know Venus is the only planet in our solar system that spins clockwise on its axis?"
"Did you know I'm too tired for your space nerd stuff? I left a bucket next to the couch if you're gonna puke again."
"Venus is also the second brightest natural object in the sky, after the moon."
"Logan," Kendall complained. "Go to sleep."
"Venus was also named after the Roman goddess of love and beauty."
A pillow briefly collided with Logan's abdomen. Then his head, repeatedly. Again and again until he swatted it away using various methods, such as actual swatting, but the most effective method had to be kicking Kendall in the gut and/or the balls. Logan couldn't really tell, he couldn't see very well with the television serving as the only source of light in the room. All he knew was Kendall groaned in pain next to him and dropped to his knees. And then hit him again with the pillow.
"Venus is hotter than Mercury even though Mercury is closer to the Sun."
"Logan, if you don't shut up, I'm turning off the documentary."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not. You're sick and need to sleep. Not keep me up all night talking about Venus."
"I'm not the one keeping you here. Go to bed if you want. I only have one more."
"Fine, one more."
"A day on Venus lasts longer than a year. A day on Venus is approximately 243 Earth days, but a year is only 224.7 days."
Kendall turned off the documentary anyway, which was extremely unfair. "No wonder you need sleep. Your brain can't even math right."
"But it's true!" Logan protested. He remembered reading about it at school once, and then fact checking it all over the internet. Maybe it sounded unbelievable, but it really was true. And him being sick had nothing to do with whether this fact was true or not. "Ask anyone."
"I'll ask Carlos in the morning, then."
Logan sighed and shut his eyes. "Don't ask Carlos! He won't know!"
"You said ask anyone," Kendall retorted. "And you're being really, really loud, you might wake everyone up."
"I will not."
Perfectly at the wrong time, the two boys heard James mumble something about interrupting his pop star dream again (how was he still having that dream? They were already in LA). Kendall smiled and shot Logan an I told you so look.
"Good night, Logan."
"Kendall?"
"What?"
"Venus's atmospheric temperature is hot enough to melt lead."
"I'm going to melt you."
Logan stifled a laugh and pressed his face into the pillow. He shut his eyes, finally succumbing to the pressures of sleep.