I really need to work on my other stories, especially Pretty Green Eyes Full of Remorse, which I said I'd update around a week and a half ago (I think), but I really wanted to write this chapter. I hope you guys like it.


It's almost four in the morning, and Kendall feels like he is going completely insane. He, along with James, Logan, and Katie, are still waiting on news on Carlos, and to put it lightly, he is starting to lose his patience.

To his right, Katie is sitting on the edge of her seat, legs swinging back and forth, and eyes bloodshot from crying. She's staring forward, bangs almost covering the saddened look that is hidden behind her eyes. She looks so fragile and small, and Kendall just wishes that he could take her pain away, in that moment and forever. If there's anything that he can't stand, it is seeing his loved ones hurt, especially his little sister. She's his whole world.

Logan is sitting to Katie's right, his eyes locked on the ticking clock that is hanging on the wall—it's like he thinks that if he stares at it long enough, time will pass by quicker, but Kendall knows that it won't. If anything, it'll make time seem like it's going in slow motion, and maybe, to them it is.

James is, for lack of a better word, not himself. He seems distant and unaware of anything around him. After crying for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about thirty minutes or so, the tall brunette had began pacing back and forth to the side of them, his hands tangled in between brown strands of hair, and that is how he finds himself in that moment.

Kendall is worried beyond belief, not only for Carlos, but also for the others. He knows that out of all of them, James is probably the one who has taken the news the hardest. Just like he and Logan, James seems to be the closest to Carlos—the two boys are inseparable, and more times than not, are seen by each other's side. Kendall is hurting, more than he is willing to let on, but he can only imagine how scared James must be.

"James," Logan suddenly blurts out, catching the attention of Kendall and Katie, but not that of the brunette's. "James," he tries again, and this time, James stops pacing, looks up and meets the smaller boy's eyes.

"What?" James asks in a monotone voice. Now that they have a better look at James' face, they all notice how tired he looks. His hair is a mess, which is very odd, considering how much he cares about the way he looks and how much he hates having disheveled hair.

"I know you're worried—we all are—but you need to take a seat and try to calm down. All this pacing isn't going to help you," he says softly, giving James a begging look. His words seem to be like a slap to the face to James, for his expression changes from an emotionless one, to one of a kicked puppy.

"My best f-friend just got hit by a car. A car. How do you expect me to react, Logan?" His tone is harsh, but at that moment, he doesn't seem to care. All he wants is to see Carlos, or for someone to at least tell them how he's doing. He's having trouble believing that his best friend is now in the hospital, when just hours before, he was lying safely on his bed, sound asleep.

At least, that's what he thinks.

"I'm sorry, but—"

"Family of Carlos Garcia?"

Logan's sentence is cut short as a doctor, who seems to be in his late thirties, walks up to them when they all stand up.

"You're here for Carlos Garcia?" he asks, and they all nod their head. "Is there an adult with you, one that is a relative of his?"

"No..." James says brokenly, feeling like he's about to cry. He looks to Kendall, silently begging him to think of something that will convince the doctor to tell them how Carlos is doing.

"I'm sorry, but if there's no one with you, I cannot provide any kind of information. Aren't you all minors?"

"I called my mom," Kendall says, in hopes that it'll convince him. "She was in Minnesota, but she said that she'd get the next available flight to get here. She's Carlos' surrogate mother... Can you please just tell us how he's doing? We're like his brothers... please."

The dirty blond looks like he's about to cry, and frankly, he is. He can feel the tears that have built up in his eyes, ready to fall at any second. He's scared, he is so scared.

The doctor sighs but gives in when he sees just how broken they all seem. "I cannot give you too much information, but there is something you should know. Your friend is... not in a very good condition, and from the looks of it, it seems like him getting hit by a car, wasn't an accident."

"It wasn't...?" Kendall asks. "So they hit him on purpose?"

The man shakes his head and continues. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, he walked in front of the car... on purpose."

All four of them seem to be frozen in their spots, the doctor's words not making any sense to them.

"I'm sorry, guys, I really am. I'll give you more information once your mother arrives," he says, turning to Kendall, "but until then, I can't give you much more." With that, he gives them a saddened look and walks away.

Slowly, Kendall turns to his right, to find Katie on the verge of tears. Logan is visibly shaking as he slowly moves to sit back down, his hands moving to cradle his head as he starts to cry, once he does.

He then turns to his left, where James is standing still, tears rolling down his face at a rapid pace. He whispers his best friend's name and moves an arm to wrap around his broad shoulders, but James flinches away and runs. Runs away from him, down the corridor, and out through the entrance of the hospital. Kendall's about to run after him when Logan stands up and stops him.

"I'll go," he says softly, "you stay here with Katie. She needs you." Kendall looks hesitant but nods and sits back down, watching Logan rush through the hospital's front doors.

"Come here," he says to Katie, pulling her against his chest and planting a kiss against her brown hair. "Everything's gonna be okay," he tells her, but it's like he's trying to convince himself more than her. He can feel Katie sobbing against his hold, her cries ringing in his ears, and he absolutely loathes it—her crying, James and Logan breaking down; all of it.

Feeling absolutely miserable and hopeless, he lets the tears fall, as he holds Katie close and tries to comfort her.


"James!" Logan's finding it hard to catch his breath after running around the hospital in the dark, trying to spot his taller friend. "James, where are you?!"

Sobbing is heard, and it's what leads him to where James is sitting, on a bench to the side of the hospital. He cautiously walks towards him and takes a seat beside him.

"Hey," he whispers, but James doesn't respond. "You don't have to talk, I don't expect you to. But please don't run away like that. I know you're scared, terrified even, but we all need to stick together right now. We need each other."

"W-Why...? W-Why him?" James cries, turning to Logan, eyes bloodshot and face damp with tears. "He's always so happy and trying to make everyone happy. Why would... How could... I don't understand..."

"Sometimes, those who try to make everybody happy, are the ones who are b-broken inside," Logan says, his voice breaking as tears once again fall from his eyes. He pulls James close, and James buries his face against the crook of Logan's neck, his tears dampening the smaller brunette's t-shirt. He never thought they'd be sitting here, crying over something like this, but they are, and the only thing Logan knows is that they have to be there for each other.

Through the good, the bad, and everything in between, they have to stick together, for each other and for Carlos.

They sit in silence for a while, until James breaks it.

"W-What if he dies?" James whispers in a hoarse voice. "What if they can't s-save him?"

Logan is taken aback by the question but forces himself to think of something to say, something positive, even though he's been thinking the same thing since they were given the news.

"He won't," he says, pulling James closer. "He's not going to die. He's survived how many stunts? How many injuries? Carlos is strong—stronger than we give him credit for. He'll pull through... you'll see."

James looks up, the smallest of smiles forming on his face. "I hope so."

"He will," Logan reassures him and stands up, extending a hand for the younger boy to take. "We should get back to Kendall and Katie. Are you okay with that?"

James nods and takes Logan's hand. "Yeah," he says and pulls Logan into a hug once he's standing beside him.

"Thank you." He smiles and pulls away. "I just kind of lost my cool for a bit." He acts like he's okay, but Logan knows otherwise; knows that he's just trying to pull himself together, despite the ache in his chest. He knows, because he's doing the exact same thing.

Dreading what's to come, the two boys make their way to where Katie and Kendall are. And when they do get there, they pull each other into a four-way hug, doing their best to hold on to the little hope they have left.


I almost cried while writing the part between Logan and James... What did you guys think? Did you like it? I hope you did. Thank you for reading. :)

BigTimeRush-BTR :)