A/N: Ooookay, it is official. I am a turd. And not just any turd, a Giant Turd. :( I'm so sorry for the insane and completely rude wait, and the only thing I can say is school. Yeah, that one place you go everyday that takes over your whole life. But, I'm back, and ready to redeem my brief period of chaotic school stuff... Anyway, Logan and Carlos this Chapter, Yay! Enjoy, my beautiful Rushers. :) Sorry for any Typos. :)

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Logan looked straight ahead at the road, focusing on it, tuning out the deep, troubling thoughts that plagued his mind. He tried to keep himself feeling numb, because he knew that if he didn't, he would break down, and he couldn't do that in front of Carlos. The poor boy was already ghostly pale, shaking like a leaf, and extremely quiet. Logan couldn't even imagine the crippling fear Carlos must have felt when he found Kendall, bloodied and bruised, on the floor of the apartment.

"Logan?" Carlos turned to him from the passenger's seat, chocolatey eyes uncharacteristically wide and glassy with tears.

"Yes, Carlitos?" Logan answered, trying to keep his stress levels in check for Carlos' sake, not wishing to scare him even further.

"What if Kendall isn't okay?"

Logan swallowed, his heart beating a little faster, and tried to play it safe "What do you mean, buddy?"

"I mean what if Kendall is different. Like, he doesn't remember us or something... I saw that in a movie once..." Carlos sniffled, crystalline teardrops brimming over at the thought.

Logan sighed, and even though what Carlos had just said lingered in the back of his mind, he tried his best to comfort the trembling Latino. "Even if that did happen, Carlitos, he would still be Kendall, and we would still be his best friends- his brothers, right?" Logan moved one hand off of the steering wheel and placed it on Carlos' shivering leg soothingly.

Sniffling again, Carlos nodded softly. "Right."

"We're almost there, okay?" Logan said reassuringly.

"Okay." Carlos nodded again, a tiny sob escaping his mouth as he spoke, tears beginning to flow freely out of his eyes.

"Shh, it's alright Carlos. We'll be at the hospital in about ten minutes, then we can see Kendall."

Carlos blinked, nodding, and began rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Why don't you try to sleep, buddy? It's late and you look like you could really use the rest. I'll wake you when we get there, then we'll get to see Kendall, alright?"

Carlos turned to the side (well, as much as he could while wearing a seatbelt) and closed his still-damp eyes.

"Promise?" he whispered sleepily.

"Promise." Logan vowed, still stressed, yet marveling at how Carlos could literally fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

Logan sighed, not quite thankful for the silence the car now held. It gave him too much time to think, to worry. Looking at Carlos next to him, his concern only increased. And not just for Kendall, but for Carlos, as well. What would happen if Kendall really was different, even for a little while? What would that do to Carlos? He was so innocent, so caring that Logan shuddered at the thought of Carlos being so upset. Just seeing Kendall on the floor in pain had been enough to send the Latino into hysterics. If something horrible went wrong, Logan didn't even want to think about how badly it would affect him...

How badly it would affect all of them.

As Logan parked the car in front of the hospital, he sighed, running a hand over his tired face. He had spent most of the drive-which was literally the longest ten minutes of his life- worrying his head off, thought after horrid thought running through his muddled mind.

Unbuckling his seat belt, he opened the car door and jumped outside, walking around to Carlos' side of the vehicle.

He blinked and shook his head as he swung open the passenger's side door, as his eyes met possibly the cutest sight he'd ever seen. Carlos was curled on his side, sleeping peacefully, with his thumb in his mouth. Yes, his thumb. In his mouth. And on top of that, Carlos was still in his pajamas: baby blue fleece bottoms adorned with adorable rubber duckies, and a shirt that matched, and topped with a spring yellow bath robe and slippers, he looked like a giant 3 year old.

Under other, less stressful, circumstances, Logan probably would have laughed and made sure he got photographic evidence that this moment had actually happened, but Logan settled for shaking Carlos' shoulder gently.

"Carlos? Carlitos..." he called soothingly. "Wake up, buddy, we're here."

Carlos blinked a few times and looked around, confused, pulling his thumb out of his mouth as if he didn't even know it had been there. "Where are we, Logie?" he asked softly. "Why aren't we at home?"

"We're at the hospital, Carlitos, remember? We have to meet James and see Kendall." Logan replied, slightly worried, as he reached over and unbuckled Carlos' seatbelt.

Carlos' lower lip trembled, and without warning, the little Latino burst into tears, sobbing loudly, his face looking Ike the definition of despair.

Logan was taken aback at the sudden outburst.

"What is it, buddy? What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing Carlos' back soothingly.

"I w-wanted it to be a d-dream, Logie, a bad dream. I thought we were still at h-home and n-none of this h-happened... That i-it was j-just a horrib-ble dream." he whimpered softly, the genuine sorrow in his voice breaking Logan's heart.

He wrapped his arms gently around the shaking Latino, shushing him softly, quieting his tears.

"I'm so sorry you had to see Kendall so hurt this morning, Carlos. All alone, and that early, it must have been terrifying. But that's why Kendall's here now, buddy, and he's going to be okay." Logan cooed soothingly.

"I c-can't, Logan..." Carlos stuttered softly, a habit that only came out when he was nervous or severely distressed.

"Can't what, buddy?"

"C-can't get the picture out of m-my head... Of K-Kendall..."

Logan felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "I know, 'Litos, but it'll get better. Soon everything will be back to normal. Come on, I'll bet James really needs us right now." He'd raised himself to stand straight, and gently pried his arms off of Carlos, who likewise stood and stretched his arms, wiping his eyes again, before nodding sullenly, and following Logan into the hospital.

James ran his hands through his now unkempt hair for the umpteenth time, the unusual gesture the only thing keeping him from going berserk on the doctors and nurses.

He freaking hated hospitals. The anxious waiting, the lemon-faced doctors, the snooty nurses- and right now, he was literally at the edge of his seat. Closing his eyes, he mentally apologized to whatever poor soul was going to do the something that pushed him over the edge. Because he could almost guarantee it would happen.

He could feel his blood pressure rising as the stress and worry became unbearable. Where the heck were Carlos and Logan? What was taking them so long? He overlooked the fact that they weren't the ones who had ridden in the ambulance- they just needed to hurry the heck-

As if on cue, a panicky, stressed-looking Logan, followed by a pale and trembling Carlos walked through the doors of the uninviting building.

James shot up, ignoring his slightly unsteady legs, and practically ran towards his friends.

"Hey, are you guys okay? What took you so-..." he paused when he saw the stressed head shake from Logan, as he mouthed "Ask later."

James nodded, and grabbed Carlos by the shoulders, leading still distressed Latino to a chair while Logan gathered information at the desk.

"Litos, it'll be okay," James whispered, rubbing his friend's small shoulder.

Carlos nodded pathetically, and rested his head against James, closing his eyes.

Honestly, James was worried. And not just the "My Best Friend Was Just Seriously Injured" kind of worry. He was concerned about the fact that Carlos hadn't spoken a word since he and Logan had entered the building, and that was unlike his upbeat best friend.

"You know, we've all be to the hospital before, 'Litos. You remember when you broke your arm on your Rocket Skates? Or when Logan hurt his back carrying textbooks? Or when I had an allergic reaction to my hair spray? We were there for each other, and we were all okay. Kendall's gonna be okay, too, you'll see." James gave a tiny smile at Carlos' now upturned face.

"Thanks James, you're the best friend ever." Carlos replied quietly, a small smile ghosting over his face as he leaned into James' arms, hugging the taller boy tightly.

"Welcome, buddy." James returned the hug gently, not giving a crap at the mixture of odd and sympathetic stares they were receiving.

All that mattered was making sure his best friends were okay.

He glanced at Logan, who was walking back to the waiting area, a dejected look on his face. James braced himself for any news he had to offer.

All three of them.

A/N: That was long... But I loved writing it, and I hope you guys consider it a HUGE apology. I love you all, and thank you so much for supporting me. :) It means so much. Thanks to everyone who has put my stories on alert or favorite, or put myself one alert or favorite- you guys make my day! :) Now, off to write some Remembering Chase. :) In the meantime, maybe a review?

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