It's been a while since I've updated this, so I decided to get a chapter up. I'm not really that used to writing Logan angst, so this might have more Kendall angst than anything... so sorry about that. I meant for this to be Logan centric, but... I'm not sure if it is. Also, I realized that I need to change the title of this story, because what Logan has isn't exactly the flu...

Regardless, I hope you enjoy.

Blood.

Kendall stared at the smaller brunet's blood-coated fingers, his hand lingering on his shoulder, which was shaking with fear. In fact, Logan's whole body was visibly shaking, and Kendall had no idea what to do about it. He knew that coughing or throwing up blood was not a good sign, so he did the only thing that came to mind.

"K-Kendall...?"

"Shh, everything will be okay. I'll get you help," he said, doing his best to stay calm and not let the overwhelming feeling of fear dominate him. Before Logan could even protest, he lifted the younger boy into his arms, earning a tiny squeak to slip past the teen's lips.

"H-help? But, Kendall—"

"It's gonna be fine. I'll take you to the hospital. They'll know what to do. I just need to figure out a way to get you there first."

Suddenly, Logan fisted his hand around the front of Kendall's shirt, effectively making the dirty blond look down at him with worry clear in his eyes. Logan's eyes, however, were full of fear—an emotion that Kendall had grown used to seeing frequently in the brown irises. "But... I don't wanna go to the hospital." His eyes filled with tears, which spilled down his cheeks before Kendall could even respond.

"It's gonna be alright, Logie. I won't leave you," he promised, pressing a kiss to tufts of dark brown hair. "Everything will be okay. You'll be okay," he said, even though he was trying to reassure himself more than Logan. The panic that had built up in his chest did not lessen as he hurried out of the room, with Logan's arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

As he got to the living room, he grabbed his phone, which he had left on the couch, and hurriedly dialed his mom's number. When it went straight to voicemail, he cursed under his breath and placed Logan on the couch, his eyes traveling up and down the smaller boy's body.

"I'll be right back, Loges," he said as he rushed towards the kitchen, phone still in his hand. He was afraid that he would break down in front of the smaller boy and scare him—that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Not knowing who to call, he dialed James'—one of his best friends—number and waited for him to answer. When he did, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, what's up, Kendall?"

"J-James, can your mom drive me and Logan to the hospital?"

"Yeah, sure. Wait, what? The hospital...? What happened?" The older boy's voice rose in volume as Kendall's words started to make sense in his head.

"I don't know... Logan wasn't feeling well at school, so as soon as school let out, we came home and I tried to get his fever down, but then he coughed up blood, and I don't know what to do," he said in one breath, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "Please just... please get here."

He heard James talking to someone in the background, and then he heard his voice clearly once more as he spoke to him. "We'll be there right away. Just try to stay calm, everything will be alright."

"I'll try... Thank you. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, buddy."

As soon as he hung up, Kendall ran back to his room and grabbed a blanket, which he then proceeded to use to cover Logan with.

"Kendall, it hurts," the shorter boy croaked out as Kendall took a seat beside him and threaded his fingers through Logan's hair.

"What hurts, buddy?" the older boy asked, attempting to wrap his arms around Logan in a comforting hug, his head moving to rest on top of his.

"Everything, but mostly my throat. I'm so cold..."

"James and his mom will be here soon. They'll take us to the hospital, and you'll be feeling better in no time. Everything will be okay," he whispered as he pushed Logan's hair back from his forehead, smiling sadly at the frightened boy.

"P-promise?"

"I promise." He tightened his hold around the boy's body as Logan snuggled up against his chest, seeking comfort and warmth from the boy he knew he could trust with his life.

A knock on the door caused Kendall's head to snap up and Logan to grow stiff in his hold.

"Come on," the blond said softly, scooping up Logan into his arms once again. He rushed towards the door, almost tripping over his own feet on the way there and dropping the sick boy.

As he opened the door, he came face to face with James, whose eyes landed on Logan's shivering form. "Give him to me," James said, extending his arms forward. Knowing he could trust him, Kendall placed Logan in James' arms, and followed him as they rushed towards James' mom's car.

Gently, James placed Logan in the backseat and moved out of the way, so that Kendall could slip inside the vehicle. As soon as he was inside, Kendall brought Logan back into his arms. He watched as James opened the door on the smaller boy's other side, and got inside. His hazel eyes locked with Kendall's, taking notice of the fear that the younger boy seemed to be trying to hide.

"Boys, what happened?" Mrs. Diamond asked as she backed out of the driveway and started driving towards the hospital. Kendall began telling her what had happened, starting from when they were at school, up to the moment Logan started coughing up blood.

"His temperature was over 102 when I took it, but it seems like he just got worse from then on. Do you... do you think it's something serious?" Kendall asked, a tear rolling down his cheek as he watched Mrs. Diamond, dreading the answer he would get.

"I'm sure that it's not. It could be pneumonia, but there's really no way to tell, until we get him checked in. Regardless of what it is, I'm sure that the doctors will take good care of him, honey. He should be just fine," she said softly, knowing that Kendall had a tendency to be very protective of Logan and worried a lot when it came to the shorter brunet. "Did you try calling your mom?"

"I did, but the call went to voicemail."

"Okay, tell you what, I'll drop you all off in the hospital and make sure Logan's checked in, and then I'll go tell your mom, if she hasn't called you back by then. Sound good?"

Kendall nodded his head, but then he realized she couldn't see him. "Yeah, thank you."

In only a matter of ten minutes or so, the car was being parked into the hospital's parking lot.

As soon as it came to a stop, Kendall grabbed Logan and gently lifted him up, being careful not to hurt the boy, who buried his head against his chest as tears fell down his cheeks.

A mixture of worry and sadness tugged at Kendall's heartstrings as he stared at Logan's shivering body and tear-stained cheeks. He wished he could take his little brother's pain away, even if it meant having to deal with it himself. Logan didn't deserve to be in pain, ever. He was one of the sweetest people Kendall knew, and he didn't understand why someone like him would deserve to go through so much. He just hoped that whatever it was that had caused Logan to cough up blood, wasn't as serious as he thought it was.

"Come on, honey." Kendall looked up, meeting Mrs. Diamond's eyes, which reflected nothing but kindness.

Beside him, James laid a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be okay, Ken."

Kendall could only manage a nod as they walked into the hospital.

Before he could process what was happening, Logan was being pulled out of his grasp and placed on a gurney.

"Son, you have to let him go. We need to get him checked out," a male nurse said. Kendall looked down, realizing that his hand was still holding onto Logan's. One look at the boy's pain-stricken face and teary eyes, and Kendall's heart broke.

"I can't... I can't leave him. He needs me," he said, tears now freely falling down his face.

"I'll b-be okay, Kendall..." Logan mumbled as he loosened his grip on the older boy's hand. Kendall had to force back a sob as he let go of Logan's hand and watched as the gurney was wheeled away.

"It'll be okay, Ken," James whispered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Kendall looked up at him, feeling like his legs would give out from under him, and wrapped his arms around James, praying that he was right.

I kind of feel like I made that sound more dramatic than it should have been... Thoughts? Thank you for reading.

~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)