Hey y'all. New chapter, just a cute little Logan gets hurt fanfic. This chapter is dedicated to 24, who I just love. They were my first reviewer, they brightened my day so much when I figured out hey, I just wrote a fanfiction and someone reviewed it. Let's check it out. So, I'm happy I did, because that review and several others have been my inspiration to keep writing. Thank you, 24, and everyone who has reviewed and requested and most important read this fanfiction.

Anyway, Onto the chapter.

Happy reading! Enjoy!

It was completely his own fault that this happened. James had told him to slow down, Kendall told him to walk, Carlos casually pointed out it was a bit dark out (it was ten, right after rehearsal), but that didn't stop the Latino from racing him. Carlos was on foot and Logan was on a skateboard. Who won? Well, it should've been Logan, but it wasn't Carlos either.

It should've been Logan, because he was on wheels, speeding up faster and faster. And obviously, his skateboard was just the tiniest fraction faster than Carlos. So he should've won. However, he did not. Simply because one second he was on the skateboard, in control, and the next, he wasn't.

One second, he was standing up, the next, he was lying on the grass of Palm Woods Park. With a bloody nose. He could feel the warm blood trickling down his face before he opened his eyes. He pinched the soft part of his nose, right above his nostrils. He couldn't sit up yet, though he should, his ached horribly, preventing him.

"Logan?" somebody asked, it was definitely either Kendall or James.

"Logan!" someone else exclaimed. That was definitely Carlos, no question.

He attempted to mumble out a response, He needed to assure his friends that he was fine. He was just feeling a little disoriented right now, it was really nothing more than a nosebleed. It was a heavy nosebleed, and Logan had never been a fan of the sensation caused by sticky, warm blood clinging to his face, but other than these discomforts, he was fine.

Someone was helping him sit up. It was just a nosebleed, honestly, why were they so worried?

"Should I call an ambulance?" Kendall asked. Nobody actually answered, but Logan knew they were thinking about it, murmuring things like I don't know, maybe?

What?

There was no need for an ambulance, were they insane? Well, yes. But didn't they have any common sense? It was just a nosebleed. Logan opened his eyes then, realizing it was Kendall helping him now to stand, and that the cause of the nosebleed was a rather hard whack to the face with a soccer ball that rolled by his feet. He kicked at it absentmindedly. Carlos kicked it away from him, back towards the soccer field.

When Logan looked back at him, the Latino only shrugged, sending it. "That soccer team over there kicked it at you."

"Not intentionally."

"There's a lot of blood on your face, Logan. A lot. On your shirt and pants too. And your nose is still bleeding all over you."

It was his turn to shrug. As long as they could stop the bleeding, he would be fine. He turned to grab his backpack, which Kendal was already rifling through. James stood over him, peering inside.

"Seriously, Logan? Today is the one time you don't have a first aid kit with you?" Kendall mutters, annoyed. He empties the whole backpack, flipping it upside down so its contents spill out onto the grass around him. James bends down to help look.

Logan shakes his head, walking over, but James's outstretched arm stops him. "What? I didn't forget it, I never forget it. Kendall, let me look."

Not Kendall nor James answers. James's eyes light up when he sees Logan's computer. He flips it open, the brightness in his eyes fading when he realizes Logan has a password entry, one that he doesn't know. Kendall whispers something to him. The light in his eyes returns.

"There's no internet out here, genius," Logan says first, gesturing to the wide stretch of grass, trees and no internet cables that they are currently in the middle of. The second thought hits him shortly after: Kendall knows his password. He's about to confront him, but a smirk and a shrug from Kendall silences him. "There's still no internet."

"That, my friend, is where you are wrong," James says. He briefly looks up from the screen, only to narrow his eyes at Logan. There is a moment of silence. Two moments. "Shit, there's no internet."

"I was right."

"Sit down. Kendall?"

Kendall furrows his eyebrows. He's picking up random items, like Logan's TI-84 CE calculator, or his protractor before dropping them again, deeming them useless. "My mom is going to freak out if she sees Logan like that."

Kendall makes his way over to his friend, and before Logan knows what's happening, the blonde is carrying him home. "This isn't necessary. It's just a nosebleed."

"Yeah, and it's bleeding all over my neck now, which is disgusting. So we're going home." Okay, but it wasn't Logan's fault Kendall now had his blood running down his neck. Kendall had made the executive decision to carry him, when in reality, Logan would've been just fine walking, Kendall pauses. "Carlos, plug his nose with something. James, get Logan's skateboard."

Logan was lucky he didn't find two corn dogs shoved up his nostrils. Though, he wasn't sure what he preferred, since instead of corn dogs, there was a fat tube of notebook paper protruding from each nasal cavity. This notebook paper was extremely uncomfortable to have inside his nose. And it only got worse because of his position–what was his position, exactly?-flipped over Kendall's shoulder.

"Kendall, I think this position might be making the bleeding worse."

"I think that you are wrong."

Logan sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew what he had to do during a nosebleed, they did not. He just needed to sit down, or stand upright. Lying down would increase his blood pressure, and he was basically lying down in this position. He groaned, closing his eyes. His head was on Kendall's shoulder, though he tried his best to keep it anywhere else. This failed.

"Is something, perhaps, upsetting you, Logan?"

He moved his head, he wasn't sure where exactly. He felt Kendall shrug, pushing his head back to its original place. Kendall made a gagging sound. "If you move your head again, your nosebleed will bleed into my ear. Stop moving your head. Look, we're home."

Technically not, since they still had to pass through the lobby, luckily mostly empty. But Mr. Bitters was still at his desk. Wisely, he didn't say anything to them, just gave them a strange look.

Mrs. Knight did the same when they walked into Apartment 2J. This look was immediately replaced with one only a worried mother could wear. "Boys."

"Hey, Mom," Kendall said. He set Logan down on the couch, who leaned forward, trying to calculate how much blood would need to bleed out in order to take a mandatory trip to the hospital. He still had some time before this became the current situation.

"Logan was skateboarding too fast," Carlos explained. "James told him to slow down…"

"Shut up, Carlos. You were the one who raced me." Logan muttered, pinching his nose harder. The blood flow was dwindling. "I just got hit in the head, um, nose, nose as well. And it started bleeding. I'm fine, honestly, Mrs. Knight. They're just freaking out for no reason."

"It doesn't look like no reason, honey. Let me get you an ice pack."

He heard Mrs. Knight opening and rummaging through the freezer. She stood in front of his moments later, the promised ice pack in hand. He accepted it quickly, with a smile, before applying it to his nose. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she pauses, just like Kendall does when he's about to delegate tasks for his newest operation. Except, Mrs. Knight wasn't delegating tasks. She was doling out consequences. "Now, no skateboarding for a week."

"My nosebleed will be gone in a few minutes," he protested. "It's not going to take a week."

"No, but you were skateboarding fast, in the dark, late at night. Even when you were told not to."

"Okay, but that's just—James and Kendall don't know what they're talking about."

"Says the guy with a nosebleed," James pipes in, being rather unhelpful. "Do you know what, Mrs. Knight? I love those consequences. And, Logan, do you know what this proves? That you should listen to us more often."

"No, it means, sometimes my common sense is traded around between you, and because of my lack of common sense, I do stupid things."

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The first aid kit was in the sock drawer in Kendall and Logan's bedroom. Logan was peacefully tending to his nosebleed on the couch, while his friends tore the place apart. The first aid kit was in the sock drawer. There was no need.

Carlos is clumsily wrapping gauze around his head, which Logan has to duck in order to avoid being mummified. James is taping his mouth shut with surgical tape as Logan vociferously protests him. Kendall is the only one actually doing anything, cleaning the dry, crusty blood off of Logan's face.

After James finishes taping Logan's mouth, he opens Logan's computer. With the newly acquired password and internet access, he searches up how to treat a nosebleed. He must have typed in severe, life threatening nosebleed.

"The internet says we need to take Logan to the hospital."

Logan shakes his head, reaching for his computer, but James is already on the other side of the room, still reading off of some article. "If it's been twenty minutes, we should take him to the hospital."

And Kendall throws Logan over his shoulder again. Are they seriously going to the hospital, right now? Carlos is following with the first aid kit, asking to see the article. Once everyone (but Logan, the doctor, whose mouth is taped shut) has seen the article, the general consensus is reached: hospital field trip.

Logan could not appreciate Mrs. knight anymore than he already did. She stood in front of the door, arms crossed. After asking to see the article, she ordered them to unwrap the gauze from Logan's head, and rip the tape from Logan's mouth. They were sent off to bed.

"You're lucky," she told him. "Goodnight, sweetie."

"Lucky for you or for them?"

She shrugged. "Both. And we're lucky to have you."

I like Mrs. Knight, sorry the ending is bad, sorry for the lack of updating, I'll get to work on the next chapter right away (it's literally just Logan having a panic attack, yay), have a lovely day!