"Are you sure you know where he lives Jamie?" Kendall asked again as James climbed into the car. James shook his head and glared at the blonde boy.

"When will you learn to trust me?" he accused. "I asked around, and found out the dope's address for you. I figured you'd be jumping for joy." Kendall gave him a hurt look.

"I am happy. But I didn't see Logan at school today. Do you think he's alright?" James slammed his door shut and didn't respond. He revved the car to life and sped out of the student parking lot at school. "I'm sorry," Kendall said after a bit, staring at his hands. "I know you hate when I talk about him. But I'm troubled by this. Why wasn't he in school today? I have to know the truth if it kills me." Kendall had no idea of what they were about to find, and then maybe he would have chosen a different phrase to use.

"This is the place," James said. "A bit puny, isn't it?" They had pulled up in front of a run down, plain white house. Two windows were boarded up, and one was missing altogether. The door was swinging off its hinges. The porch leaned dangerously to one side. Kendall couldn't imagine anyone living here. He climbed out slowly and made his way up the broken front steps. He stopped to catch his own balance then knocked on the door.

"Logan?" he called. "Logan, it's Kendall. Open up."

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Logan was dimly aware of a voice shouting his name. At first he wasn't sure if it was inside or outside his head. He'd been dreaming of Kendall, and the voice calling him now sounded awfully lot like his. He forced his eyes to open. Once he did, he groaned and wished the blissful sleep would take him once again. His wrists throbbed, bringing with the pain a faint memory of the night before. He gazed at his hand, and found that it was still wrapped around the razor. He groaned again, willing the suffering to be over and the sleep would just take him for good.

"Logan?" The voice sounded closer this time. Now he was sure it was outside his head, thought it still sounded suspiciously like Kendall. That was an impossibility though, and Logan knew something about impossibilities. Using what little strength he had, he lifted his head off the bathroom floor. He saw Kendall, horror-stricken, standing in the doorway. He gave him a faint smile and lowered his head again. "My God above," Kendall whispered. "What happened to you Logan? What did you do?" Logan lifted his hand up an inch, revealing the razor.

"Cut…" he mumbled. "Life…not worth it…" Kendall was scared now. Logan had slit his wrists with a razor, and he was bleeding to death on the bathroom floor. All caution was thrown to the wind as the blonde scooped the dying brunette off the floor and ran him outside. He scrambled into the back of James' car.

"Drive James!" he practically shouted. "I found him bleeding to death in his bathroom!" James needed no further prompting. He floored it down the driveway and sped off to the hospital. Logan was happy someone cared about him, but he was alright. He could feel the warm hands of sleep carrying him off again. He closed his eyes, and peace was written all over his face.

…

Kendall paced the length of the waiting room. James had tried to get him to sit down for just a minute, but Kendall felt too wound up to sit still. He walked by the brunette again, and this time he grabbed the blonde's wrist. He gently tugged on his hand until the blonde sank down onto the seat next to him. Without saying a word, he draped one arm over his shoulders and pulled him close. Kendall felt himself leaning into the brunette's warmth, and all at once he felt physically and emotionally drained.

"You can sleep Kendall," James whispered, as if he'd read the blonde's mind. "I'll keep and eye out for the ER doctor. I'll wake you if anything happens." As wonderful as sleep sounded right about now, the blonde couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He just lied against the brunette, staring at nothing and everything. He made slow circles with his forefinger on James' chest, more to pass the time then anything else. "Kendall," James said gently. "You'll be no use to Logan if you're exhausted when he's finally up and about. You should sleep too." Kendall shook his head.

"I want to stay awake," he said, stifling a yawn. "I want to be the first one in his room when he wakes up."

"That'll be awhile," James responded softly, rocking the blonde gently. "They have to inject almost three and a half gallons of blood into him. Last I checked, that is no easy feat. You should relax and sleep while you can." Again, the blonde shook his head. He could be very stubborn when he wanted to be. James continued to rock him until the doctor came out.

"We alerted his father," he began, and Kendall's eyes widened. He'd seen Logan's dad on the way out, and he wasn't someone he ever wanted to see again. He made a motion for the doctor to continue. "He's lost a lot of blood, and he's lucky he had two friends who were looking out for him." James smiled down at the blonde, but he still looked to exhausted to do much. "We have him knocked out for the time being. Your welcome to go down and check on him." Kendall rose to his feet, swaying to the side and about falling over again.

"How about a wheelchair for my weary friend here?" James asked kindly, holding Kendall upright. "He's determined to see the boy, and he's drained of energy." The doctor gave him a curt nod then left. The brunette eased the blonde back down onto the couch. "The nice doctor is getting you a wheelchair, okay Kendall?" Kendall nodded mutely. All he could think of is Logan being alive.

The doctor returned shortly with a wheelchair. James easily lifted the blonde off the couch and set him in the wheelchair. Kendall rested his head on his hand as the brunette pushed him into Logan's room. Kendall sucked in a breath when he saw his condition. They had removed his sweatshirt and replaced his clothes with one of those pale blue hospital gowns. Kendall noticed the ugly lines of the razor cuts on his wrists, which were protruding from under the blanket. Up and down his pale arms were more cuts, of various length and redness. He covered his mouth. This boy in front of him wasn't just in trouble; he was broken.

"James," he whispered. The brunette moved around the wheelchair and placed his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Blocking his view. He held him as he began to sob; giant, body-racking sobs. He felt tears pricking the corners of his own eyes. His heart went out to Logan then, and he decided that some lives are definitely worth saving. He looked deep into Kendall's bottle-green eyes, and he saw sadness in its rawest form; pure, untamed sadness. He rubbed Kendall's back in small circular motions; the very same Kendall had done on his chest what felt like hours ago.

"It's okay baby," he mumbled in the blonde's ear. "Now I see your fascination with this boy. He definitely needs help." Kendall only nodded. He'd known all along that the boy needed a companion. He hadn't known that he needed one this badly. James and Kendall kept their silent vigil until Kendall's eyes finally began to close.

…

Logan couldn't feel the welcoming hands of the drug-induced sleep any longer. He only felt the blood rushing through his veins, so loudly that he opened his eyes to see if someone was beating a drum by his ear. He noticed James in the corner of the room, and his eyes widened and he scrambled to a sitting position. James held up his hand and turned his body slightly to show Kendall. His eyes were still closed, and he was clutching the brunette's shirt. A tiny light of recognition filtered through Logan's eyes and he reached out weakly. James walked over to him and leaned the blonde down. Logan reached out and touched the blonde's face.

"Thank you," Logan croaked, wincing at the sound of his own voice. James held a straw up to his lips, and he drank gratefully. When he felt he had enough, he tried again. "Why'd you bring me here? Dying was my escape." Something passed over the brunette's expression.

"Don't say that Logan," he said quietly but firmly. "You gave poor Kendall here a heart attack. This is the first time he's slept all day. He was in such a shock they gave him a small shot to help him sleep. He was half-asleep anyway." James was droning on now, but Logan was fascinated with the story. Kendall worried that much about him?

"How's he doing?" he asked, looking at the sleeping blonde. James bounced him gently, and he whimpered in his sleep.

"He doesn't want to be disturbed," James said with a smile. Logan smiled too. "Logan," James began slowly. Logan turned his attention to the taller brunette. "What happened? Why try and take your own life?" Logan squeezed his eyes shut.

"My mom," he said, eyes still closed. "She left me and my dad almost two months ago. Said she never loved him or me. But she always called me her little angel; said she needed me. She left me with my bastard father." He opened his eyes and felt tears making their way down his cheeks. He saw similar tears on James' face, and suddenly he didn't feel so alone.

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A/N: You saw the respectable perspective of Kendall and Logan and how they dealt with finding Logan on the bathroom floor. What are your thoughts?