This will for sure be the last chapter of this that isn't POV. I decided with myself that the less reviews I get on this, the slower the updates will come. Selfish, I know, but I don't want to be cranking this thing out with 0 audience. So R&R Also, if you have any story requests, please visit my page and PM me, please.

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The five boys sat silently in the waiting room, they only one doing anything being Kendall, who was pacing like his life depended on it. Jett's eyes followed him back and forth before the young actor stood, pulling him into an embrace.

"Kendall, everything will be alright." He said simply, pulling back and gripping the tall boys shoulders. The blonde looked at him like he was insane, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"Jett, I pushed Carlos off the top of the swirly slide! What if he… what if he doesn't wake up? I would've killed my best friend! What if I get charged for involuntary manslaughter?" Kendall buried his face in the crook of the shorter brunette's neck, sobbing into his shirt. Jett winced, thinking of the outcome if what Kendall had just said was possible.

While this whole exchange was happening, Dak was sitting with his legs crossed as still as he could. He could almost feel his heart thumping in his chest, and he counted each breath. He counted until he reached a multiple of sixteen, and then was painfully reminded of Carlos, and of Carlos's age, and what it must be like for this to happen to Carlos at this age. This time, Dak had gotten to 120 before standing and locking gazes with the weeping blonde over Jett's shoulder.

"Carlos is waking up. Carlos is going to be fine. You won't go to jail, and Carlos won't go to… he's going to wake up." Dak whispered, barely loud enough for their group to hear. "Kendall…you have to stay positive. We all have too." Just then, a nurse came out, one they recognized from the rush to get Carlos medical attention. Logan stood, approaching her and mentally noting everything she said. As she walked away, Dak noticed she had a splotch of blood on her side. He felt like puking. Logan came back to the group, the rest of the boys circling around him and listening intently.

"She said that Carlos' injury is extensive, but nothing life threatening. At the moment. He's entered a comatose state, and they will keep him supported by machines until they decide whether or not there's anything they can do to save him. If not…" Logan trailed off; knowing the rest of his friends understood completely what would happen if there wasn't a solution to their energetic friend's state. "She also said we can go and see him, but he obviously won't be able to communicate or anything." Logan said this softly, and he turned around and started leading them through the doors that lead to a long hallway of rooms. The smart teen stood outside room 124 before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

What the five boys found was shocking, though in a way, exactly what they expected. Their friend lay still on a tall cot, the only motion in his body the rise and fall of his chest. His skin was definitely paler, and there was white gauze wrapped securely around his head. There didn't seem to be any raven hair poking out of the bandaging, and Kendall assumed that they had to shave his short hair. Jett, Logan and Kendall stood to the left of the bed, while James and Dak stayed on the right. The tall brunette had a comforting arm hung over Dak's shoulders, and the older actor was counting the hot tears that rolled down his cheeks. He reached forward, taking one of Carlos' warm hands in his own, and squeezing as though he expected a squeeze back. Nothing happened.

The room was utterly quiet for a long while, the only noise the constant beeping of the EKG attached to Carlos. Dak loved the beeping. Each time it beeped, Carlos' heart beat, meaning he wasn't dead. The green letters on the screen read 72 over 60, which Logan had quietly told them was a normal heart rate.

Suddenly, Jett was in motion. He had slipped away from the half embrace he had with Kendall, and was now leaning over the bed. What he did was stunning to the rest of the boys.

It took about thirty-two seconds before Kendall yanked Jett away, breaking the lip lock that the cocky actor had initiated with the unconscious teen. James growled lowly, one hand fisting up as if he was about to punch something. Who was this guy, going around and kissing his best friend, who wasn't even awake to consent it?

"What the hell was that, Stetson?"

Jett looked between the heated glares of the four other teens before sighing, knowing he would have to explain himself someway.

"What? I thought if I kissed him, he'd wake up, like Sleeping Beauty!"

Kendall and James both intensified their glares while Logan and Dak sighed.

"Jett, not only is that highly illogical, seeing at how Sleeping Beauty is only a fiction story, but it's also setting yourself up for an expectation that is not likely at all to be fulfilled!" Logan stated, with a roll of the eyes. Jett looked at him, puzzled at first, before thinking of something to retort with.

"Well, smart ass, why don't you think of something to wake up Carlos?" At this point, Kendall had begun pulling Jett out of the room, and James followed, the door closing softly behind the arguing trio. Logan and Dak were now left alone, with the exception of Carlos, in the room.

The singer gazed at Dak, who had been staring at Carlos' seemingly asleep face for the last eight or so minutes. Logan focused in on Dak's hand, which was still connected to the Latino's. His thumb rubbed in small circles on the back of the raven haired teen's hand.

"You care about him differently than us, don't you?"

Dak looked up at Logan, who had a kind expression on his face.

"Yeah…Carlos is so special." The actor turned his head back down, exhaling slowly.

"The worst things happen to the best people."