I do not own Big Time Rush
Thank you Yaoilover6969 for reviewing!
Thank you to anyone that is reviewing or reading any of my stories, I'm sorry it's taking forever for me to update, I hope I still have people interested in my stories. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I didn't have time to proof read. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing I wouldn't have gotten anywhere if you didn't.
Please review they are like the best presents on Christmas day :) enjoy! Please review!
Kendall tossed and turned on the small couch, his whole body covered in a cold sweat. His body itched like crazy, his lungs burned with each breath he sucked in. His body freezing despite the warm fuzzy blankets that were wrapped around his shivering body, his favorite blankets wrapped around his blanket. His blanket always managed to keep him calm, even when thing looked bad.
"Mom," Kendall whispered out as he slowly sat up on the couch, having a death grip on the side as he slowly pulled his body into a sitting position. His vision swam, he saw triple of ever thing he looked at. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that it would help his aching head. His body let out a shiver; he gripped the corner of the tan fuzzy blanket and wrapped it tighter around his slim body.
"Kendall, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Knight asked as she came in the room with a cup of tea in her hands for her son. She knew that Kendall hated tea, but she refused to let him drink coffee, she thought it was bad for him and he already had enough energy as it was. "Here, why don't you drink some of this? It will help your throat, and by the sound of your voice it sounds like your throat is pretty raw," Mrs. Knight said as she handed him the cup of tea.
"No, I don't like tea, it tastes yucky!" Kendall said sounding very childlike. He didn't feel well, he didn't want to puke again, or take another painful dump in the toilet. He just wanted to feel better, it was Christmas and he was sick as a dog.
Mrs. Knight knew there was a time in Kendall's sickness where it would turn bad and Kendall would act like he was four years old again. Mrs. Knight loved and hated it at the same time, she knew for Kendall to act that childish he had to feel pretty sick which broke her heart to see her baby in so much pain. On the plus she got to baby him which he never let her do anymore.
"Mamma, I don't feel good," Kendall cried out as he wrapped his muscular arms around his tummy which was doing thousands of loopy'd loops. He didn't want to be sick again, it hurt way too much and was humiliating that his stomach would betray him like that.
"I know honey, let me take care of you," Mrs. Knight said as she pushed Kendall back down on the couch so he was lying down. She wrapped his favorite blanket around his shoulders; he has had that blanket since he was a little baby. It was almost more important than his hockey stick that his dad gave him right before he died.
"Momma..." Kendall whimpered out again. He could feel the bile rise up his sore esophagus. Salty tears ran down his porcelain face.
"Its ok honey, I know, I know," Mrs. Knight cooed as she planted a soft kiss on Kendall's warm forehead. She tucked a warm fuzzy blanket around Kendall's trembling shoulders, then his blue comforter on top of that. "There ya go honey," Mrs. Knight said as she looked down at her son who was falling asleep as she spoke. She sat down next to Kendall's head and ran her fingers through his sweat soaked blond hair. She felt bad for her son, she never seen him in such a sick state.
Kendall thrashed his legs around on the couch; he was running away from... Logan? He looked closely at the figure and saw Logan again; he was chasing him with an axe. Kendall let out a horrible scream when he felt the pain in his chest from the axe.
"Dude wake up," Logan said as he shook Kendall' shoulder harder and yelled louder at the sleeping boy who was having a terrible nightmare, something he hasn't had in a while. Logan soon saw Kendall's bright fevered eyes look at him with pain and fear in them.
"Get away," Kendall said shakily as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He slowly moved away from Logan, he wanted to move faster away from the boy, but his aching body wouldn't allow him.
"Kenny, what's wrong?" Logan asked as he slowly moved towards Kendall, he watched his younger friend slowly back away from him.
"Please don't hurt me," Kendall cried out as he ducked his head under the blankets and curled up in a small ball. He let out a soft scream when he felt Logan's hand reach out and touch his trembling back. "Please, please, please," Kendall cried out repeating the one word, his voice sounding like a scared little kid.
"Kendall, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Logan said softly as he rubbed his hand down Kendall's back, feeling every bone of Kendall's spine. "You wanna tell me what it was about?" Logan asked softly as he rubbed Kendall's back and spoke in a soft, friendly voice.
"You were chasing me with an axe and then you stabbed me until I bleed out to death," Kendall cried out as he poked his head out from under the soft blankets. He looked up at Logan who was running a soothing hand down his aching back.
"Kenny, I would never hurt you," Logan said softly as he climbed under the blankets with Kendall and let the tall teen curl up next to him. Logan could feel Kendall shaking next to him, he heard the ragged breathing.
"Promise?" Kendall asked as he looked up at Logan with his emerald eyes.
Kendall rested his aching head in the crook of Logan's neck, he let the shorter teen baby him and try nurse him back to health. Logan felt Kendall's hot breath on his neck, each puff came out with a force, and it sounded like effort for Kendall to suck in air into his lungs which worried him. He knew Kendall's lungs were filled with pneumonia not to mention the flu that also hit him and now the chicken pox, Kendall was not having a great Christmas
Logan sat there on the couch watching another boring movie, it was his third one and he desperately needed to use the bathroom. He would have gotten up and left two hours ago, but a pale sweaty Kendall was laying on him. He would feel bad if he woke up the sick boy. Logan was now watching the movie elf; he needed to get some Christmas spirit in him, nothing like a good movie like elf to make him laugh a little bit.
Kendall could feel Logan's chest shake, wondering what he was doing Kendall slowly cracked his eyes open to see what the smaller boy was doing. When Kendall opened his eyes he was meet by the bright screen on the TV, Kendall winced at the bright light and shut his eyes quickly. He slowly opened his eyes again; he let his eyes focus on the screen. Logan was watching elf, his favorite Christmas movie. Kendall let out a chuckle when he saw Buddy almost get ran over by the taxi.
"Kendall, are you awake?" Logan asked softly as he looked down at the blond boy, a small smile appeared across his stark white face.
"Mmm'hhmmmm," Kendall mumbled as he looked up at Logan, he looked like he needed something really bad. "What's wrong?" Kendall rasped out as he itched his arm like crazy. He let out a soft groan when the itch was becoming itchier and his arm was becoming weak from itching it too much.
"I need to pee, can I get up? Please?" Logan asked as he looked down at Kendall and saw the discomfort on his face. He would get the calamine lotion while he was up and maybe relive some of the itchiness.
Kendall let out a weak nod and propped himself up on his elbow to let Logan slide from underneath him, he soon collapsed back down on the soft couch; he was becoming too weak to hold himself up on his own. Logan noticed how weak Kendall was getting and it was scaring him, he was getting really sick right now.
Logan came back to see Kendall itching his arm again, he just wanted the itchiness to go away, no he really just wanted to feel better soon.
"Here buddy, I got you some calamine lotion it should help the itchiness go away," Logan said as he grabbed the pink bottle and shook it. He slowly reached for Kendall's shirt and tried to pull it up; his hand was slapped away by a frail hand. Logan looked down at Kendall's face to see the discomfort. Kendall didn't feel comfortable with Logan pulling up his shirt.
"I'm sorry buddy, I know you don't feel comfortable," Logan said, knowing exactly what Kendall was feeling right now. "If I put this stuff on you, it will make you stop itching, I promise," Logan said as he went for Kendall's shirt, this time not having Kendall's frail hand slap his away.
Logan rubbed the pink stuff over Kendall's red-spotted tummy. He then moved to Kendall's lengthy legs and rubbed it over his muscular legs. They were so strong from playing hockey, as well as his arms. He could throw a punch and knock someone out with his muscle.
"Logie," Kendall whined as he felt his stomach twist in pain. He needed a bucket soon.
"What's wrong buddy?" Logan asked as he continued to rub in the lotion, when he didn't get a response from the sick boy right away he looked up to see the blond covering his mouth with one of his hands. Logan could see the small heaves that wracked Kendall's fragile body. "Oh crap," Logan whispered as he dove for the trashcan and then helped Kendall into a sitting position.
Kendall let everything fall out of his mouth, everything came out so fast and quickly, it left Kendall gasping for air. But it wasn't over yet, another round of vomiting came very quickly. Logan rubbed Kendall's back trying to calm the sick boy down, he was now gasping for air.
"Kendall calm down," Logan said as he listened to his friend trying to gasp for air. Tears cascaded down his pale face. Kendall was clutching his chest as he let out a few harsh coughs, more puke exploded from the blond's chapped lips.
Kendall whimpered out as he clutched his stomach, he wanted to be done but he didn't know if his stomach would let him. All the puking was make his throat feel like sandpaper. Kendall grasped Logan's arm when he saw him get up to leave.
"Don't worry buddy, I won't leave you,' Logan whispered out as he ran his fingers through Kendall's hair as he stood up. Kendall's head rested into Logan's hip bone, his long lengthy arms wrapped around the smaller boy's body. "Buddy, I need to clean out the trashcan, it smells bad, "Logan said as he pushed Kendall back down so he was lying down.
Kendall watched Logan leave him for the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back with the fresh trashcan. Logan placed it by Kendall once again just in case he needed it again, which he would. Logan lifted Kendall's head up and slid under Kendall's head.
"You wanna watch a movie? We can watch elf again," Logan suggested as he watched the blond, he noticed he wasn't getting comfy. He actually felt like he was stiff and holding back something. Logan rubbed Kendall's back until a horrible coughing came from his parted lips.
"It hurts," Kendall cried out as he rubbed his hand on his chest trying to make the pain go away. "Where is my mom?" Kendall asked remembering that she said Logan had to leave, but if he had to leave why would he be here.
"She's taking a nap, I just couldn't stop worrying about you so I came over and I offered to watch you for a few hours why she slept, "Logan explained as he ran his hand through Kendall's sweaty hair. He pushed it all off his forehead.
"Just don't leave me yet," Kendall mumbled out as he let his eyes drift shut.