Disclaimer: I'd like to point out that I do not and I never will own Big Time Rush, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena, Jr., and James Maslow. I do own, however, Catalina "Cat" Aragon, Michael and Andres, and Junior Detective Keller. I semi-own Detective Spencer.

Author's Note: Please enjoy my first official Big Time Rush Fan-fiction. It was originally going to be 84. Out Cold of the 100 themes challenge I'm doing for Big Time Rush, but it expanded to something much more than that.

Again, for the record, I've changed Logan's mom's job so...yeah.

This is for the lovely CheekyBrunette, which is the only reason you people are getting this chapter right now. SHE FORCED ME TO!

Downhill From Here

Chapter 10

Mikkal

James found himself once again the waiting room.

Waiting room was an accurate description for this place. That's all anyone every did in it. Wait to be seen. Wait for good news. Wait for bad news. Wait for half-good news, half-bad news. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

He ran his comb through his hair over and over again, watching the clock as minutes ticked by way too slowly. He was really beginning to hate analog clocks, the hands made it seem like everything was happening even slower than usual. At least with digital he couldn't see the second hand taunt him with every tick, tick, tick.

"James, snap out of it," Carlos nudged him. "You've been staring at that clock for half an hour."

"Really?" James resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. "It's only been that long? It's felt like three hours. When will they tell use something about Logan? Nothing went wrong, did it?"

He immediately regretted ever speaking when he saw Carlos bring his hand to his mouth to bite his nails. His cheeks stained with tears and breath hiccuping every now and then. If anyone was taking it hard it was Carlos; the care-free, innocent one who believed the best in everyone.

This was different than a hockey accident. Hell, this was different than a horse riding accident. This was the type of situation the guys had been trying to avoid ever since they moved to LA. And it only ever happened to Logan.

Poor Logie, he never gets a break.

Kendall was pacing just in front of him, his nerves frayed. James fiddled with his lucky comb and ran his nails over the teeth, trying to rid his mind of the image of Logan's bloody hands. What did he do to himself? That gory mess couldn't be because of the door...

Could it?

Carlos ran his hands up and down his arms, warming himself up from the sudden onslaught of cold that seeped into his skin. Around him nurses and doctors spoke to each other; people waiting either cried, moaned in pain, or said calming words to those injured. He hated it, he didn't want to be here.

He didn't want Logan to be here.

"Logan Mitchell?" A doctor called.

James, Carlos, Katie, and Mrs. Knight all jumped to their feet. Katie clung to James' jacket, hiding behind her unofficial older brother's leg.

"I'm his guardian," Mama Knight said, hands wringing together. "We haven't been able to get a hold of his mother. She's somewhere in Europe."

He nodded solemnly. "Okay. I'm Dr. Johnson and I understand Logan was a patient here last week?" He checked his clipboard. "I've been informed of what happened and I'm happy to tell you the incompetent nurse has been fired."

James let out a sigh of relief and felt Carlos relax ever so slightly, it was only Kendall who remained rigid, waiting for news about their friend. He wrapped an arm around Katie as she tightened her grip on him.

"And Logan?" Kendall asked through gritted teeth.

Dr. Johnson sighed. "This is the hard part. Logan's dislocated arm is even worse now since he didn't take care of it. And his back is a mess. There's some liquid in his lungs, I'm guessing his kidnapper tried to drown him."

Kendall growled, if the bastard wasn't dead already he'd kill him.

"It looks like he's coming down with a mild case of pneumonia." Dr. Johnson cleared his throat and straightened his glasses. "His throat will be sore for quite a while, it seems he's been screaming for at least five days."

James squeezed his eyes shut and covered Katie's ears, they didn't want to hear this.

"Listen Doc," Kendall cut in. "I appreciate the fact you're telling this and everything, but I'm more worried about his hands and arms and his..." What was the word Detective Spencer used? "His...mental stability."

He sighed. "His hands are probably going to become infected and very painful," he said, straight to the point. "We took out as many splinters as we could, but the wood was old and molded. We've cleaned them the best we could. Some of his nails have been ripped off, they're bandaged now, but they're going to take a very long time to grow back.

"And it seems...he's clawed at his own arms. Likely he was having a fear induced Hallucination. The scratches are pretty deep and we have to watch those too for infection but they have a lower chance than his hands. Tell me...is Logan afraid of the dark?"

Mama Knight nodded. "Y-Yes," she whisper then cleared her throat. "Yes," she said louder. "When...when Logan was younger he was locked in a dark closet for getting bad grades. He's been afraid ever since."

He nodded. "That would explain the hallucinations, but even a person not afraid of the dark could have them. Locked for longer than 48 hours can do that to someone. His mental stability is something we have to worry about though."

Carlos' hand shot out and held onto James' wrist, squeezing tightly.

"We can't be too sure what's happened, he's too knocked out from the antibiotics we've give him and we can't give him morphine because it will interfere with his lungs getting better."

So he was still in pain...

"Logan needs to wake up in order to give an accurate reading on what his mind is like. Judging from his hallucination injures, I'd say it's pretty bad. But who knows? He could be stronger than I know and be better than I could ever hope, or something else could've happened that didn't leave a trace..."

"When can we see him?" Carlos blurted out.

Dr. Johnson surveyed him. "Right now, but you have to be quiet. And don't crowd. If you see him waking up, call me immediately. Don't try to fix him right away, that could make things worse."

Kendall nodded stiffly and followed the doctor to the ICU rooms, but, at the same time, he was still the leader as even his own mother followed him.

Katie tried to hold back her tears, but seeing Logan in that hospital bed was enough to make them fall. She wiped them away angrily, she was suppose to be strong! Not a cry baby.

...Not a cry baby...but her brother was injured and possibly broken beyond repair...maybe she had the right to cry for once.

The tears fell even harder when Kendall bent down and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and against his chest. She buried her face in his shirt, but couldn't keep her eyes off Logan.

His right cheek was one big bruise and another bruise on his dislocated arm (even worse now, her mind supplied) creeped out from underneath his hospital gown. An oxygen mask covered the bottom half his face, fogging with every labored breath, and his eyes twitched in the throes of a nightmare.

White bandages, turning a horrible pink, wrapped around each, individual finger and traveled up his arms, passed his elbows to halfway to his shoulders. Both arms were like that.

He looked...he looked like he was in pain.

Well, duh, Katie, she scolded herself. What else would he be?

"Is he going to be okay?" She couldn't help but ask.

Kendall held her closer. "I don't know, baby sister," he said softly in her ear. Too low for the guys to hear.

James was on the other side of the bed, hand lightly brushing greasy hair off Logan's forehead and watching him with kind, worried eyes. Carlos picked at the hospital bed sheets, keeping his eyes on Logan's face so he would be the first to know when he woke up.

Unfortunately, the first thing Logan did wasn't wake up.

He screamed.

Logan thrashed around in bed, crying out in both pain and fear. He attacked whatever was coming after him in his dream, hands moving to claw at his arms again only to have Kendall and James hold them down as Mama Knight called for Dr. Johnson.

"Logan!" Kendall yelled. "Logie! You're fine! Nothing's there! You're in the hospital, Michael's dead!" He said everything he could think of, hoping it would calm him down.

Logan fell limp against the bed, sobbing loudly and so hard he was choking on his tears. "No, please no," he whimpered. "Please stop!" His back arched and his struggles increased. "Stop. STOP!"

Dr. Johnson rushed in and pressed in a mild sedative, hating that he couldn't give him anything stronger because mixing the antibiotics with strong sedatives was bad.

Katie tackled Carlos into a hug, crying wildly. Carlos clung to her like a security blanket.

Michael Morgan got off too easy.