FORKCHOP!

^^^ Best line ever.

This isn't my best chapter, at the moment I feel so detached from this story. Part I, I felt as if I was a part of it and could portray the boys perfectly. So far I'm not feeling that with this story, I'm hoping it will get much better. But any suggestions are awesome :P

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Chapter three

When Carlos woke up next he noticed three very significant things.

One, was that Kendall, James and Logan were no longer sitting with him. The last thing he remembered was them sitting on his and James's bed talking. Clearly that had been a while ago.

Two, was that it was dark outside. How long had he been asleep?

And three, he felt bad. Like, bad wasn't a good adjective to use. He felt awful… terrible… horrid… he felt like he was going to barf.

Sitting up in bed quickly he realized that it wasn't in his head, he was actually going to barf. He had to do something, fast.

Throwing the covers aside he raced to the bathroom he shared with James and quickly the entire contents of his stomach (which he imagined couldn't be that much) meet the toilet. He knelt on his knees, hands clutching the bowl and face over of the toilet projecting up anything left in his stomach.

After what felt like minutes, which could have only been seconds, Carlos assumed nothing else was going to come up, so he lent against the bathtub in hopes to compose himself.

He couldn't remember ever feeling this sick in his entire life. Nothing he had ever been through before could compare to how crap he felt right now. He was clammy and sweaty. His head pounded and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.

You know how usually when you throw up you feel better? As if all that tension that was inside your stomach can finally be relieved? Carlos wasn't feeling that. He felt as if the barfing had only made it worse and now he was sure his stomach was trying to twist itself in a knot just to cause him extra pain.

He sat on the bathroom floor a while longer, willing the pain to subside, or at least more vomit to come up so then he would feel better.

Although, he wasn't sure he had anything in his system left to throw up. Maybe a couple organs, but he was sure a few minutes ago he had hurled up a kidney. How many more organs could he afford to lose to the flu?

It didn't take long for the second wave of nausea to really hit, and once again his head was buried in the toilet. He tried hard not to think about how his head was currently in the toilet that all four boys used or how if he didn't stop soon he really was going to hurl up a lung or something worse.

Tears of anger and frustration formed in his eyes and he didn't know how much more he could take of this.

Especially alone.

Over the years of being best friends with the other three boys though was eventually going to pay off. No sooner than he pathetically thought about being alone in his time of need he felt a hand gently rub up and down his back soothingly. He didn't have a chance to turn around but he already knew by the gentleness it was Logan comforting him.

"It's okay Carlos, let it out," Logan said kindly.

Carlos just whimpered and had no choice but to comply. Logan tried his best not to cringe at the sight of his best friend in the compromising position.

What after seemed like years, Carlos knew his body was finally finished.

Silently Logan helped him up to sit on the edge of the bath tub as he fixed Carlos up. No words were spoken between them, but none were needed. Logan knew Carlos was going to need time to compose himself and he'd wait for him to make the first move. He retrieved a wet flannel from the counter and helped the Latino wipe his face and got him a drink of water.

"Thank you," Carlos said barely audio.

Logan smiled and took a seat next to him, "It's okay."

Carlos sighed and lent his head against the brunettes shoulder, "This sucks,"

Logan laughed slightly, "I know."

"How did you know I needed you?" Carlos asked. None of the other boys had woken up, and James and him shared the same room.

Logan shrugged, honestly not really knowing. He kind of just woke up… and knew.

It was weird, like extremely weird. But it was as if they could sense when the others needed them. They used to joke back in Minnesota that Kendall had his creepy, 'Logan's in trouble' radar that sensed when he needed them. They joked about it, but it saved him many a times from a beating by bullies.

They would laugh at the way James would just know when the helmet wearing Latino was sad or upset. Roll their eyes when Logan sensed someone needed his doctor skills. But these senses, no matter how much fun they made of them. We're still always there.

"I just knew," Logan replied.

Carlos nodded, that was all he needed.

"You should get back to bed," Logan stated.

Carlos shook his head no, "What time is it?"

"3:09am,"

Carlos cringed, "I'm sorry I got you up so early…or late."

"Don't apologize, you know I'd do it regardless,"

"I'm going to get you sick," Carlos stated.

"No you're not," Logan smiled.

"That's stupid. Don't be stupid, you and I both know this might get you sick," Carlos pouted. He wasn't stupid.

Logan laughed, "It's okay. Now come on, let's get you to bed."

Carlos reluctantly followed the brunette to his bedroom and be lead to his bed. He felt silly as Logan helped him into bed and pull the covers over him, but he let him do it anyway. Everybody knew Logan liked to look after people, but Carlos was the only person who actually let him. James would usually protest embarrassed, and Kendall would assure him he didn't need to be looked after, he was Kendall after all.

Logan left the room and for a moment Carlos was upset and confused as to why he wouldn't say goodbye. However Logan was quickly back with a bottle of water and a bucket.

"If you're going to puke again do it in the bucket, and take little sips of water to keep hydrated," Logan informed him and Carlos nodded, "Do you need anything else?"

Carlos shook his head.

"Okay, try and get some sleep okay?" Logan asked.

Carlos smiled. As Logan went to leave Carlos quickly grabbed his arm holding him back. Logan was confused but before he could protest he was pulled into a massive bear hug by the Latino. Logan smiled and hugged back tightly.

"Thank you Logie," Carlos said burying his head into Logan's shoulder.

He rubbed his back comfortingly, "It's okay, just try and rest."

"I hate being sick," Carlos stated not letting go, almost scared to let Logan go.

Logan chuckled softly, "I know. But you'll get better soon," Logan was really the only one who knew how Carlos felt right now. Carlos was sick and he missed his mom. When Logan was sick he missed his dad. Although in the end, Logan got his dad. Carlos's mom was half way across the country, she wasn't coming anytime soon. Everybody knew that, but nobody was going to say that aloud, it would crush the boy. So they just didn't say it.

That's just the way Carlos was, he wasn't as naïve as everyone assumed, and he was smarter than people pinned him. But there were just things you didn't say too him, because as soon as those words are out in the universe. They can't be taken back.

Of course Carlos knew Santa wasn't real, but nobody ever said that too him. Everybody knew he wasn't going to one day be a superhero, but nobody ever told him that. It wasn't as if he didn't know himself, he wasn't stupid. He knew one day he was never going to get so save the world in red tights with his underwear on the outside. But who said he couldn't pretend? Who said that he had to give up his childhood and sometimes live in a dream world that was fun.

"Promise?" Carlos asked.

Logan released himself from Carlos grip and held out his pinky towards Carlos, "Pinky promise,"

In Logan's opinion, pinky promises were stupid. But Carlos still swore his live by them. Logan liked the way Carlos could bring the childlike side out in him. He was always so highly strung but being with Carlos, could make him play 'the floor is made of lava' and 'don't let the balloon touch the floor'. That was what Carlos did. He brought out Logan's child side, he wouldn't actually admit to anyone he loved it.

Carlos smiled widely as they linked there pinky's together. Reluctant to leave the boy he considered to be a little brother alone, Logan made his way the door.

"Goodnight Carlitos,"

"Goodnight Logie"

Currently I can describe Carlos's illness pretty well, I feel sick as. On the plus side it writes well, on the not so bright side I may have gone into too much detail with the vomit :/ hahaha

Oh my gosh guys, I'm going to see short stack on Saturday! It's my third time seeing them live and I'm so excited. If you don't know them, their my favorite Aussie band. YOUTUBE THEM NOW and then tell me which song you liked :P

'Heartbreak made me a killer baby, but I was born for this, I was born for this,'

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