It's been a while, guys. Don't shoot me. Review me. Who got Elevate? I believe I got the first copy from my Target in HI. It's amazingtasticsuperawesome. But anyway. Here you go!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned BTR or anything else you recongnize, but I don't.

Carlos' birthday passed, and he was still in the same state as he had been the previous month. Dak didn't really feel as if the male had aged any though; Carlos looked locked in the same age. His hospital room flooded with flowers and fan mail, and Dak spent most of his time sorting through it. Kendall was there to accompany Dak most of the time now, and now they had accomplished making 50 piles; one for each of the states. Kendall had also come to learn that the looks Dak gave Carlos weren't of pity or remorse, but instead looks of longing and…love. Kendall learned what love looked like that month.

When Kendall had been called in to record his verses by Gustavo, Logan replaced him, and knowing that Logan was competent; Dak had left Carlos in his responsibility.

"I'll be right back." He stated, and Logan nodded. They stared at each other for a moment, before the movie star cracked a small smile.

"I was talking to Carlos."

"You're insane, Zebon."

"Whatever, Mitchell." Without further ado, Dak left, heading back to the same convenience store that was walking distance from the hospital. Logan was left in a room full of stacks of letter and half dead flowers.

"You know Carlos, Dak is really great to you. I don't think there is a single day that he's not here. He's probably here more than all of your best friends combined have been here. But it's not like it's because we don't care. We really love you. But Dak…he really loves you, if you get what I'm saying."

Logan sighed, coming to sit on the edge of Carlos' bed. He rested his head in his hands, and started running his hands through his hair continuously. Eventually one was left tangled in his hair and the other went to grasp Carlos' hand. It seemed to take Logan a moment before he looked up again and started speaking. Carlos' warm eyes weren't gazing back as he wanted them to be.

"Katie really misses you. She's not so tough anymore."

Silence.

"Jett kissed you. The prick. And I'm pretty sure Kendall did too. But they're dating now. We are kinda desperate here, Carlitos. "

Silence.

"You know, Jett isn't entirely stupid. I mean, his idea of fairytales, that's ridiculous. But the nerves in your mouth and lips…You feel kisses, right? The sensation of pressure and movement could have the possibility of waking someone up. Like when people put a bad scent in front of unconscious people's noses so they wake up…"

It was logical enough. Logan had been thinking about it for the last week. For him, his actions were sorted into two categories; reasonable and unreasonable. He convinced himself this was reasonable. Logan leant over and laid his forearms on either side of Carlos' head. He rubbed his nose against Carlos'. His actions were starting to float into the unreasonable category. The actual kiss was not as brief as it should have been, but urgent, and he was off the bed and away from Carlos within five seconds of it being over. He felt dirty now.

"I'm sorry." He said weakly, and he left the room, looking for a nurse to watch Carlos until Dak got back.

….

Dak was back in the rubber duck section. The hockey player duck was gone, and now there was a selection of holiday ducks. A few were dressed as pilgrims and on the side were the leftovers from Halloween. One caught his eye, and he was grabbing it and putting it in his basket without second thought. He finished his shopping, checked out, and the same check out girl sent a flirty smile his way. Dak gave an exasperated smile of his own, and the girl looked a little discouraged.

"There's someone else, isn't there?" she asked, bagging up his toothpaste.

"Uhm…well, the someone else isn't really mine. And I don't think it will happen for awhile."

"Are they ok? I see you walking from the hospital." In went the rubber duck, and suddenly Dak felt anxious.

"He's been in a comma for about two months now."

"He'?"

Dak gaped at her, and she gaped back, before he turned on his heel, snatching the plastic bag off the counter and walking out the door.

….

When the movie star reentered the hospital room, he was more than a little upset and frustrated. First the nerve of that girl, who didn't even know him. And then fucking Logan, who left a nurse in charge of his love, who supposedly left 10 minutes ago. The nurse said he looked like he was in a hurry. The nurse left, and Dak was left to pull a chair close to Carlos' bed and bury his face in the mattress. He let out a muffled scream, and then switched to resting his chin on the bed so he could gaze up at Carlos. Suddenly he was crying, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Dak himself felt hurt.

"To me you get more beautiful. Every day. Carlos."

Dak moved to sit on the edge of the bed, much like Logan had, and leant over him, like Logan again. Dak was so close to kissing him, and he wanted to. So bad. He wanted to see those chocolate eyes blinking up and him, gazing with as much love as he looked at Carlos with. Dak traced his thumb over Carlos' lips, and that's when he noticed it. Carlos' lips were swollen and slightly pinker than normal. Fucking Logan. Fucking Logan kissed him. Dak stood up and backed away, jostling the bed. He yanked his phone out of his pocket and dialed Kendall, hot tears still on his face.

When the blonde picked up, Dak heard laughter in the background, and it was another stab in his side. To have to look at Jett and Kendall being so happy.

"Hey Dak." His tone was light.

"Can you come get me?" his voice cracked, and the star was pretty sure Kendall knew just how much he was hurting.

"On my way."

The call ended, and Dak let his phone slip out of his hand and onto the floor. He gripped at his hair, and stumbled backwards into the nearest wall. A few fan letters fell around him. Fan letters to someone who may not even wake up to read them. Dak bit into his hand and let out another scream. He hadn't felt this hopeless about anything since he first moved out to L.A.. He let his hand drop, and he turned so that his back was to Carlos. The hand that had been clamped between his teeth before came forward and slammed into the wall, and Dak swore he felt it break.

"FUCK. Don't you see what you're doing to me, Carlos? Just fucking wake up!"

….

When Kendall showed up, a confused Jett was attached to his hand. Dak was sitting in the corner of the room, lip caught between his teeth in an attempt not to sob. There were dried tears on his eyelashes and cheeks, and his hand lay limply on his thigh, and was slightly purplish.

"Dude, what did you do?" Kendall picked up his arm and ran his fingertips along the area it was most swollen. Dak hissed in pain and cussed.

"I punched the wall." Dak was speaking through gritted teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. "He kissed him, Kendall. I left him here with Logan, and he kissed Carlos."

Jett and Kendall exchanged looks, both of them having kissed Carlos already. They understood the thought process.

"Come on, buddy. We should get your hand checked up." Jett spoke finally, and he and Kendall tugged Dak out of the room.

On Carlos' bedside table sat the new rubber duck next to the hockey playing one. This one had a red superhero mask on, and resembled El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man.