A/N: So... I bet you all are thinking 'Why in the name of Nancy is she putting up another story?' And, yes, I know I probably shouldn't, but I couldn't help it! (And plus I needed to write some Kendall angst...) :) But, don't you worry, a new Chapter of Remembering Chase is coming at you later today, so... Enjoy my lovely readers! :)

Kendall Knight staggered to the door if apartment 2J, grasping the door handle just in time to stop his legs from giving out. He leaned against the wall, a shaking hand grasping his throbbing ribs. Pain, there was so much pain. Why didn't it just stop? He coughed, black spots dancing in his vision as his battered body protested. Why?

He clenched his teeth, raising himself to stand as straight as he could, and quietly cracked open the door, just enough to ease himself through. He shut the door behind him, but as soon as he let go of the knob, he felt a wave of dizziness pass over his body. Sinking to his knees, he let his aching head fall limply into his hands. God, it hurt. He just wanted to disappear. He screwed his eyes shut, tears leaking out of the corners, and willed the torture to end. He convulsed as sobs wracked his beaten body, causing the ache in is ribs to skyrocket to pure agony. He couldn't think, could barely breathe. The black spots were growing as his chest tightened. He forced his eyes open, fighting to stay conscious, but his body had a different idea. He gasped as he felt a stab of hot pain in his ribs, and then he was on the edge, barely hanging on, trying to claw his way back to the light.

Through the haze of pain, he heard the sound of footsteps, increasing in speed as the owner caught sight of his body.

"Kendall?" an alarmed voice cried. The person sounded as though they were calling in a tunnel. James? Logan? He couldn't tell.

He felt a warm hand grab his cold, shaking one. With one last ounce of strength, Kendall weakly grasped back.

Then he lost his grip, the pain finally fading as he plunged headlong into darkness.

Carlos had no idea what was happening. One minute he was heading to the fridge for his late night corn dog, and the next, he was on the floor next to a barely conscious Kendall.

Thousands of thoughts raced through his mind as he called Kendall's name, grabbing his hand.

Why was Kendall lying here on the floor?What was wrong with him?

He snapped out of it as he felt an extremely faint grip on his hand, looking down just in time to see Kendall's eyes flutter closed, his hand going limp in Carlos'.

The little Latino felt a wave of fear in his heart. He froze, completely unsure of what to do. Tears were pouring from his eyes, and he followed the only clear thought in is horrified mind. Call Logan.

"Logan!" he cried, his eyes never leaving Kendall's bloodless face.

"Logan!" he yelled this time, resulting in a tired-looking Logan emerging from the hallway, followed by a semi-conscious James.

"Carlos, if this is about corn dogs again, I swear, I'll-oh my god, Kendall!" the little brunette's eyes widened in extreme worry as he threw himself to his knees beside his friends.

James followed soon after, his hazel eyes huge and glassy, as he stared unblinking at his best friend lying on the floor.

"What-?" he whispered, still shocked.

"Sh. James, come here. Take Carlos to the couch." Logan's voice was the embodiment of calm authority. He motioned towards Carlos, who was now sobbing at full force, his knees brought up to his pale face.

James nodded, trying his best to calm himself as he walked toward Carlos.

"Hey, buddy, come here," he whispered softly, crouching and opening his arms wide.

The little Latino jumped into the embrace, still sobbing and shaking, clinging to James' muscular arms.

In a fog, James carried his small friend to the couch, setting him down gently, or, at least, trying to.

Carlos wouldn't let go of James' arms, grabbing onto him tightly as though his life depended on it. James reached up, gently prying Carlos' quivering hands off of his shoulders and sitting so he could position Carlos to sit on his lap.

"W-hat's wrong w-with Kendall, J-James?" he sniffled softly.

"Shh, it's okay buddy. I don't know, but Logie'll make sure he gets better, okay?" his large hazel eyes looked right into Carlos' teary brown ones.

Nodding, he buried his face into the crook of James' elbow, his sobbing finally quieting down.

James took the opportunity and glanced up.

Logan was frantically checking Kendall all over, feeling his neck, his ribs, his chest... "Kendall, buddy?" he gently tapped Kendall's cheek.

Kendall's eyes opened slowly, but the glassy, lost look they held told James that their friend wasn't with them. His green eyes frantically searched the room, not really taking in his surroundings.

Logan reached out, his hand seeking Kendall's.

"Kendall, it's okay, we're going to-" he was cut off. The moment his fingertips brushed Kendall's hand, he let out a horrible, agonizing, purely terrified scream. In vain, he tried to scoot away from them, but his injuries stopped him, and he ending up curling in a ball, quaking with fear and pain, as the scream abated into hysteric sobs.

"D-d-" he whispered, his tortured body not allowing him to finish as he shook.

"What?" Logan asked softly, his eyes holding a world of hurt and sympathy, but keeping his hands firmly twisted together on his lap, not even thinking about trying to touch him again.

"D-don't h-hurt me…"he fell into a fit of coughing, his face a sickening chalky white. Gasping for breath, he looked pleadingly up at Logan. "P-please…" he shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head.

It was as if, at that moment, the whole world stopped. Logan felt nothing. He was numb. He was lost. He couldn't put two thoughts together. The universe was crumbling around him-he was almost sure of it.

His breathing quickened, until barely any air was making it into his lungs. He was going to faint-he knew it. It was his body's natural response. As he felt the blackness closing in, he- No. He wrenched his eyes open, moving past the spinning as the lights temporarily blinded him. He was going to stay awake, and help his friends. What kind of doctor would he be if he bailed under pressure? None. Because he wouldn't be one.

Breathing heavily, he whipped out his cell phone, punching in a three-digit number.

James was crumbling. He'd felt sick to his stomach as Kendall's blood-curdling scream ripped through his heart.

"Y-you called an ambulance?" he whispered.

Logan looked over at him and nodded, his stress-filled eyes brimming with tears.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't be sure... I mean, I don't-I just-I-" he rambled, and James could tell he was just a short step away from completely breaking down.

"Logan, just calm down. It'll be fine." James reassured him, surprised at how he sounded somewhat calm, when inside, he was anything but.

Logan took a deep breath, nodding slightly, daring to reach out a hand, and rubbing Kendall's limp arm.

"Come on, buddy, just hold on... Don't leave me, Kendall."

James felt worry grip his bones, tighten his chest. Something about Logan's tone of voice made him extremely uneasy.

"Logan?"

The brunette looked up, tears in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes?" he whispered.

"What's wrong? I mean, you realized something just now, I can tell. What is it?"

Logan sighed, looking lost as he tried to form an answer.

"Well... At first I thought he might have hurt himself trying to pull some sort of stunt, but it just didn't seem like something Kendall would do..." he began uncertainly.

James stood up, gently moving a now sleeping Carlos off of his lap and onto the couch, crouching beside Logan on the floor.

"I mean, I considered practicing back flips or something, but there is just no way-"

"Logan. What is it?"

Logan sighed, eyes showing a deep hurt, tears gliding down his pale face.

"Someone did this to him, James."

A/N: Dun Dun DUNN! ;) So, I hope you guys liked it! Reviews are the Elevate to my Rusher...Plus I wanna know what you guys thought of it. ;) Have a wonderful day!

-Candy :)