A/N: Yes, I am FINALLY getting off my butt and updating this. Honestly, I have been trying to write this Chapter for months, with barely any result. I believe it is safe to say that the dreaded Writer's Block finally struck me. -_- But, after writing my newest piece, entitled Safe and Sound, I think I've finally shaken it. :D So, sorry if this Chapter stinks, and it's super boring… Just keep in mind that most of this was written during a horrible case of WB. You have been warned. However, I hope you enjoy this Chapter, and I will update something else today as well. Probably "One is Good, but Four is Better" so, I ask (very humbly) that you guys read it and give any suggestions, because that story really helps me with WB. Also, who doesn't want a one-shot written for them? Anyway, I love you all, thank you a thousand times for all the support and kind words- it means even more than you know. *heart*

-Candie :)

James looked up as Logan finally reached where he and Carlos were seated in the drab hospital waiting room. Raising his eyebrow questioningly at the smaller brunette, he silently pleaded for any information that had been revealed about Kendall.

Logan sighed.

"Kendall's still in the Emergency Care Unit. We probably won't be able to see him until tomorrow… Do you want to go home, or…?" he asked, lines of concern crinkling at the corners of his brown eyes.

James paused for a minute, thinking about what Logan had just said. Home. He had asked if he wanted to go home. Did he want to go home? He didn't know. It wouldn't feel like home without Kendall. And they couldn't just leave him at the hospital, something bad could happen and no one would be there to help.

"Um…" James cleared his throat, cursing his emotions for causing his voice to break and his eyes to sting with the beginning of tears. "Is there any way we could stay here? W-would they let us?" For all the times James had visited a hospital in his life, he really didn't know how they worked, especially concerning such serious situations.

"I don't know. There really isn't anywhere for us to stay right now, considering Kendall doesn't exactly have a room." Logan replied sympathetically.

James nodded, his dry throat aching dully as he tried to swallow past the lump that had formed there. They were stuck. Kendall was trapped here at this stupid hospital, but had no room, hence nowhere for them to stay. And there was absolutely no way that James was leaving him there by himself. No freaking way.

"Can't we just wait here?" he pleaded in a small voice, trying find any way possible that would allow them to remain at least in the same building as Kendall.

"James, you know we can't. I'm really sorry, but there isn't anywhere to stay, let alone try to get some rest in. We aren't going to be much help to anyone if we don't get a few hours of sleep."

As if on a queue, Carlos mumbled softly in his sleep, turning and burrowing further into James' shirt.

"See? Carlos has the right idea."

James sighed, tightening his grip protectively around the Little Latino that slept in is arms. Now that he thought about it, sleep didn't sound half bad. If fact, his eyelids were drooping just hearing the word. He managed to nod at Logan softly, before his head began to loll to the side, exhaustion coursing through his body. This was weird. James had never been this tired, not even after hours of rehearsal. Not even after the hockey tournament of the century. He didn't think it was possible to be so drained.

"Whoa, James, don't go falling asleep on me now!" Logan cried desperately, "You're way too big for me to carry, so don't even think about it!'

" 'M not asleep," James whispered, his words jumbling together.

Suddenly, the hospital was the perfect temperature, and the stark white wasn't nearly as blinding. The heat coming from Carlos' body was just enough to comfort him, yet not overheat him.

Yes. This was nice. Sleep sounded heavenly.

"James!" Logan yelled, clapping his hands loudly in front of James' face, making him jump.

"Okay, I'm awake."

"You sure? You aren't gonna pass out on me, are you?"

"No… I'm fine."

"Are you absolutely positive? 'Cause I can only deal with so much stress in one day…"

James ran a hand over his face, and blinked, awake, for the most part. At least he was able to walk, breathe, and keep his eyes open. "Logan, yes. Now let's go before my body decides to change its mind."

Logan sighed with relief that was visible in his brown eyes. "Thank you. Now, I need your help to get Carlos to the car."

It only took a short while for James to gather the sleeping Latino in his arms and transport him to the car, Logan not far behind. As James gently sat his small friend in one of the middle seats of the vehicle, he leaned down, lips close to Carlos' ear. "Don't worry, buddy, I will make everything. I promise." James really didn't know how was going to do it, but that didn't matter right now. He briefly wrapped his arms around his friend, squeezing gently, before buckling him into to the seat.

Closing the side door and walking a few steps, James hopped into the passenger's seat and looked over at Logan, who had his pale forehead resting on the top rim of the steering wheel, his eyes screwed shut and his face tightened slightly with pain.

"Logan, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Wearily, Logan raised his head from the wheel and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine… Just a headache."

James felt sympathy tear at his mind. Of course Logan wouldn't be feeling well after all of this. Not only had he been through a tremendous amount of stress in the past few hours, but he had also missed out on a lot of sleep. He nodded, and laid a hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Come on, buddy, let's just get home and rest. Everyone's heads will be clearer tomorrow, okay?"

Logan nodded softly, and took a deep breath, seeming to make sense of what James was saying. He allowed a tiny smile to appear on his lips.

"Okay. Let's go." The smile was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, but James felt his heart lighten anyway.

James made his way into 2J as stealthily as possible, with Carlos still snuggled in his arms. Honestly, while the little Latino had endless energy during the day, the kid could sleep through anything. Logan followed, the car keys jingling in his pocket as he shut the door behind them. James set Carlos down on the couch and collapsed next to him, simply too tired to walk any further.

Logan walked into the kitchen, and tossed the keys carelessly onto the counter. He thought about walking to his room, getting back into his pajamas and going to sleep, but in truth, he didn't want to. He didn't want to stay in the room without Kendall. He didn't care if it made him sound like a baby or a little kid-it was the truth.

Wearily, he glanced around the pitch-black living room, (no one had bothered to turn the lights on) until his eyes found Carlos and James on the couch, fast asleep. Hesitantly, he walked over to them, just staring for a while, until he plopped down on the couch alongside them. Sighing, he snuggled up next to James, finally feeling what he'd need to feel for the past four hours.

Comfort.

A/N: So yes. That was what I had in me. And it think the small amount of bromance almost made up for the extreme lack of action… So, what did you guys think? :)

P.S. How excited are you for Windows Down? I'm at the edge of my seat! :D