"You dogs ready for this?" Kendall looked around the curtain and shook his head. "No? What do you mean, no? I've been preparing you for this for months!"

"Too many people." James moved toward him to rub comforting circles on his back. "There's too many people out there."

"Since when is the great Kendall Knight afraid of a crowd of people cheering him on?" Carlos added, not exactly helping the situation.

"Does it matter? I just can't go out there, okay!" Kendall stormed off toward the boys' dressing room and James followed, waiting behind the door.

They can't do it without you. Brothers of the ice don't quit on each other.

Who cares about that shit anymore? I made all of it up, anyway!

They're your best friends! You're brothers! Remember the pact from 6th grade? Stick together, puck the others!

It went on this way for a while. Back and forth, back and forth. James could hear...them bickering from behind the door. He'd come to the conclusion that all of that junk about geniuses talking to themselves was wrong. They were just crazy.

"SHUT UP!" He heard come from behind the door, followed a few loud crashes and bangs. Kendall repeated the phrase over and over, each one followed by a different loud noise. Logan and Carlos ran down the hall, stopping next to James.

"James! What are you doing, go help him!" All he could do was stare at the white door, vibrating with each clatter. Gustavo rushed to open the door and screamed when he saw what was behind it. The two boys followed, both ranting about their cell phones and games that had all been destroyed by Hurricane Kendall.

In the mess of yells and still falling objects, Kendall sat in the corner, looking lost and tiny with his hands over his ears and his eyes screwed shut. As James moved closer to him, he could hear him whispering 'shut up' repeatedly to himself. James got down on his knees in front of the blonde and pulled his arms down, lacing their fingers together on one hand and using the other to wipe his tears.

"What's happening to me?" All James could do is shake his head and cry with him.

Kendall hated waiting rooms almost as much as he hated doctors. He only came because James was here and he told him that the doctor could give him something to stop the headaches.

"Knight? Kendall Knight?" James stood and waved at the nurse. She nodded and he held up a finger.

"Babe, I'm gonna go over there for a minute and I'll call you over when I'm ready." Kendall nodded and crossed his legs, picking up a magazine from the side table. James walked over to the nurse and stopped her before she could lead him to the doctor. "I just- um. I have a few concerns about my boyfriend."

"Well, that's why you admitted him, right?" James nodded. "And he agreed, so obviously he has concerns as well."

"Well you see, he doesn't know where he is." The nurse gave him a puzzled look and set her clipboard down on the nearby counter. "I have all of the waivers signed by his mother. He needs to be here." He pulled the paperwork out of his pocket and handed it to the woman who turned and gave it to the girl behind the desk.

"You said on the phone that you thought he had," She looked back at her clipboard and read from it. "Multiple Personalities Disorder?"

"Well, that's my self diagnosis based on what I found online. I'm hoping that I'm wrong." She continued to read from her clipboard and repeat things the James for approval.

"He's hostile sometimes?" James nodded. "Talks to himself frequently? Does it ever sound like a real conversation between him when he's angry and him when he's not?"

"Exactly like that."

"Sounds like DID. But you never know. The brain, it's a crazy thing." James nodded again. "He'll need to be kept here, you know."

"Like, overnight?" She shook her head.

"For something like this, at the rate he's progressed I'd say weeks. Maybe months." James' eyes widened. He'd barely gotten Kendall to a doctor, and he was already starting to look antsy. How was he supposed to tell him that he'd be here for weeks? "It's all up to the doctor, though. You can go in now." James turned and motioned for Kendall to follow him. The blonde grabbed their jackets and skipped over to him, planting a big kiss on his cheek.

They sat in the room for a while, and Kendall tried to stay calm. The white walls, the white counters with white cabinets and white curtains on the windows were all a little to bright for his liking. He hated the noise that the chair made when he moved around and he wanted nothing more than to kick it across the room. He looked around at all of the frames on the walls, trying not to focus on the noise. A few awards and medals, accompanied by a few pictures, but one in particular caught his eye.

"Psychiatry? This is a psychiatrist?" James looked over at him and followed his eyes to the framed diploma on the wall. He swallowed hard, trying to think of what to say. "What, you think I'm crazy now?"

"No, Ken. It's not like that I just want you to get the help you need." He rubbed at Kendall's shoulders and the blonde swatted his hands away. "Kendall please, just stick with me. Please don't do this now."

"Do what? I'm not doing anything!" Just as Kendall was about to get up, a man walked in and sat at the desk in front of them.

"Hello, boys. I'm Noah Davis. You can call me Dr. Noah, or Dr. Davis, whichever feels better." Kendall pulled his hand from James' and folded his arms. "I heard a bit of yelling before I came in, is everything alright?"

"No, nothing's alright. I don't want to be here, I don't need to be here, and I just want to go home!" The doctor gave a quick 'mmhmm' and wrote something down on a notepad. "What are you writing?"

"Just little things about you. You shake your foot when your legs are crossed, when you cross your arms, you scratch at the fold of your elbow. You blink with your right eye before your left. Little things."

"You know all of that stuff just from talking to me for a minute?" Noah nodded and stuck his pencil behind his ear. "Why do you need to know that stuff?"

"The brain works in mysterious ways. Everyone's brain is different. So the more we know about the way yours works, the better we can help you with the problem you're having."

"I don't have a problem!" Kendall got up and moved swiftly toward the door. James was about to get up to follow him when Dr. Davis stopped him.

"Kendall, do you get headaches frequently?" The blonde's hand settled on the doorknob, stopping mid-turn. "Hurt so bad that you can barely move?" Kendall turned around, folding his arms again.

"Sometimes."

"You ever blackout? Forget large sections of days, even weeks. Forget what day of the week it is or what you just finished watching when you turn the T.V off?" Kendall nodded, sitting back down in his chair. "Ever hurt someone with no remorse or reason, then no recollection of doing it after?" James could see the tears welling up in Kendall's eyes and wanted nothing more than to hold him, and take him back home.

"Do you ever get mad at yourself? Mad at others for simple things?" When Noah saw the reflective look on Kendall's face, he added, "Tell me about your childhood, Kendall." Kendall looked up quickly.

"Why?" The doctor shrugged and motioned with his pencil for Kendall to go on. "Well, I met James when I was ten. We met at-"

"Earlier." Kendall mumbled a 'huh' and Dr. Davis repeated himself. "Earlier on. Like maybe two or three. Kindergarten, even."

"I-um." Kendall sat for a while, tears running down his cheeks. He brought his sleeve up to wipe his nose and continued. "I can't think of anything." The doctor nodded and Kendall's breathing increased. "Why can't I think of anything?" James brought a hand up to rub circles on his back, faster and faster with his increasing heart rate. Kendall was having a panic attack, and James didn't know why Dr. Davis wasn't doing anything.

"Kendall, you're suffering from a disease that we call Dissociative Identity Disorder. If you calm down, I can explain it to you."

The blonde felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest. This man exposes an entire ten years of his life that are missing and he expects him to calm down? His head starts to spin as the air going into his lungs stops fulfilling the amount he needs.

"Kendall, calm down. Tell me about the band." The band, Kendall thinks. I know about that.

"James-" He starts. "James wanted to be famous. I did it for him. I love James." His breathing starts to slow and James notes that his heart rate is slowly returning to normal. "I got through, he didn't. I fought for him."

"Are you okay now, Kendall?" Kendall nods slowly, unsure if he is, indeed, okay. "Now, I would like to give you a tour of where you'll be staying, if that's alright with you?"

"Staying? I can't stay here." He could feel it coming on again. The shortness of breath, goosebumps raising the hair on his arms, his heart pounding so hard he could practically see it through his chest. "I can't stay here, James. Don't leave me here." James looked up at Dr. Davis before the older man left the two of them in the room together.

"Babe, I told you that he could get rid of the headaches, right?" Kendall nodded. "You have to stay here so they can do that. They're gonna make you better, I promise."

"Will I get to see you?" With perfect timing, Noah popped his head into the room.

"Ashwin Heights is very loose with their visiting policies. Once we see progress, you can even have overnight visitors." James smiled at Kendall, pulling him close.

"Let them help you, please." Kendall closed his eyes and kissed at James' shoulder. "I want my Kenny back."

It's been forever and a day since I've updated this and I'm sorry. For some reason I just got a burst of creativity and drive to continue this and decided, why the heck not? I guess James' birthday inspired me. I hope you enjoy it. My writing's changed a little since the last update. Review if you want to, I love reading them. :)-