AN: Hey guys. c: I know, this chapter is reeaaaallly short. It's kinda just a filler until I can get on the computer tonight and make a longer one. So be ready for another one later tonight :3 Anyway, thank you all for the favorites and the reviews. I appreciate so much. I'm kinda going through an upset phase right now (boy problems. Psssh.), and you guys make it better :3 So, here you go. This one is dedicated to all of you, for being so awesome :33

Logan woke up to the sound of a loud beeping bleating through the air. He moaned, rolling over. Extreme pain ripped through his side, and he felt tears come to his eyes. He scrunched his eyes together, opening them up finally to see the harsh white light. He blinked, clearing away the blur that covered his eyes, before finally looking around his surroundings. There were white walls surrounding him, and a lone door on the left. He looked down at himself and gasped. His left leg was lifted in a cast, as his right arm was also wrapped up. He tried to move himself to see what was wrong with his side, his mouth falling open as he lifted his shirt. A long, snarled cut was stitched up, taking up most of his side. He softly traced over it, wincing from the pain and letting out a tear. He didn't know what happened. The last thing he could remember was driving to a party with Kendall. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember more, and sighing angrily when he couldn't. Suddenly, his eyes shot open wide as he thought of Kendall. Where was he? What if he was worse than Logan? What if he was-. Logan forced the thought out of his head, trying not to panic as he pushed down the button that signaled the nurse. Within seconds, a chubby lady in white walked in, smiling as she handed Logan a cup of water.

"What's wrong doll?" She said, readjusting the sling that his leg was in.

"Kendall," He said, his voice raspy. He winced at the pain in his throat. Damn, did everything have to hurt?

"Oh, your blonde haired friend?" She said, looking at him. "He's in the room next door. He didn't have it as bad as you. He'll be out a lot sooner than you."

"What happened?" He asked, scrunching his eyes closed. His head was pounding as he tried to process everything he was being told.

"Well, you two were drinking," She tsked, shaking her head. "Your friend didn't pay attention to what he was doing. He seems to remember a lot more than you do." She takes a bottle out of her pocket, popping it open and taking a small pill out, handing it to Logan. "This should help you with the pain. It'll also help you sleep." With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Logan alone.

Kendall was freaking out. He didn't know what to do. He had already talked to the nurse, who said that Logan was in critical condition. He had a broken rib, leg, and arm, and had to get stitches in more than one place. Kendall felt a tear fall down his cheek, knowing that it was his entire fault. He only had one broken leg and stitches on his forehead. He had gotten the small portion of it. Logan had gotten it so much worse than him. He sighed, thinking of how much Logan must hate him right now. He was beginning to cry harder, when the door to his room opened up. In walked James, Carlos, and his mother. Wiping his tears away, he tried to sit up, but failed when his leg throbbed in protest.

"I'm not going to yell at you," Ms. Knight said, standing above him as she looked down at him. "But, Kendall, what were you thinking?" James and Carlos sat on the chairs next to bed, looking down at the floor.

"I-I," He stuttered, looking around the room. "I don't know." He said, bursting into tears. His mother hugged him, pulling him as close as she could without hurting him.

"It's okay," She said, trying to calm him down. "Kendall, you should've known better. I'm not going to punish you. I think what you're witnessing now is pain enough. But you should take this as a lesson. Use it for the future."

"Mom," Kendall said, wiping his cheeks. "What if Logan hates me now?" He took a deep breath, trying not to think of it.
"I'm sure he doesn't, sweetie," She answered, kissing his forehead. "We're going to go visit him after this and see how he's doing."

"Alright," He said quietly, looking over at James and Carlos. He waved at them, and they got up and walked over to him, giving him a quick hug.

"You okay, bro?" Carlos said, looking at Kendall's wrapped up leg.

"Yeah," Kendall answered, sighing. He wished he could say the same for Logan. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem." James said, smiling slightly at him. Kendall could tell that his friends were just trying to be nice, but he could also tell by the look of pain in their eyes that they were upset. Not only over him and Logan getting hurt; but also, by the fact that Kendall had basically ignored their warnings that night. He waved to his friends and his mother once more, before they exited the room.

"Logan?" A voice said. Logan blinked his eyes open, moving his head toward the source of the voice. There stood Ms. Knight, Carlos, and James, standing sheepishly over his bed. He scrunched his eyes, trying to get them to stop feeling so tired, before finally looking straight at them.

"Hey guys," He said, waving his good arm. He looked at Carlos and James, who had tears in their eyes. He felt like his heart was being ripped out. He hated making his friends so upset, even if it wasn't fully his part.

"How are you feeling?" Ms. Knight asked him, hugging him quickly. James and Carlos followed suit, making sure not to hit any of his casts.

"I could be better," Logan joked, trying to lighten the mood. "They said I can leave in two weeks."

"That's good," She said, nodding. "They're letting Kendall go in three days. I think the only reason they're letting you out so late is because of your rib…"

"Yeah," He nodded, softly touching his rib under the blanket. It still hurt. Badly. "They said they want to make sure I can breathe properly before they let me go."

"That's understandable." She said. "Well, we're going to go and let you sleep some more. The nurses said you need it. It takes your mind off of the pain apparently." Logan nodded once more, laying his head back down on the pillow as they walked out. As much as he hated being in here, it was all for the better. And soon enough, he would be out, and he could finally see Kendall.

Ms. Knight helped Kendall lift Logan out of the car, while Kendall tried to balance on his good leg. When the smaller boy was finally out of his seat and on the front lawn, Ms. Knight set him in the wheelchair that the hospital had given them, since he couldn't use crutches with only one arm.

"Thank you," Logan said, as Ms. Knight rolled him to the front door, Kendall hobbling next to him on his crutches.

"It's no problem, Logan," She said, opening up the door and wheeling him in. "Where do you want to go?"
"Upstairs?" He answered, looking at Kendall, who nodded.

"Okay, she answered, nodding. "Upstairs it is." She rolled him up there, stopping in Kendall's room, where she lifted him and set him on the bed.

"Thank you," He said again as she began walking out. He hated being unable to move himself. It made him feel pathetic. He sighed as Kendall set his crutches down and hopped on the bed next to him, smiling as he settled next to him.

"You okay?" Kendall asked him, putting his arm around him and rubbing his shoulder.

"Yup," Logan answered, cuddling into Kendall and sighing. He was so glad to be reunited with his boyfriend again. It had been two weeks, which was way too long. He touched the stitches on Kendall's forehead, feeling the bumps of the string. He pulled his hand away when Kendall flinched.

"Sorry," He said, looking into the beautiful green eyes that were filled with pain.

"It's fine," Kendall said, kissing him lightly. They cuddled together, turning on the television. And before they knew it, they fell asleep in each others' arms.