Hey guys. I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated this story. I had really bad writer's block for it for quite a while. Also, this is kind of just a filler chapter, so if it seems like not much happens, the next chapter should be a bit more interesting.

I hope you enjoy.

"You look tired, honey."

Kendall looked up from where he had been sitting, on a chair by Logan's side. Logan had an IV connected to his arm, which was pumping fluids into his system at that moment, since he had come in being dehydrated. The doctors had ran several tests, as well as given him an x-ray, which had discovered that what he had was pneumonia and not just the flu.

"I kind of am," he mumbled, looking up to where his mother was sitting on Logan's other side, along with Katie. "When will we be able to go home?" he asked, growing agitated. He hated hospitals, and he hated the fact that Logan was stuck in one. For the time being, anyway.

"We should be able to go home soon, once Logan's no longer dehydrated. Then we have to go pick up the meds the doctor prescribed."

Kendall nodded inaudibly, a hand moving to remove a strand of hair from Logan's forehead. The brunet looked at him with glazed eyes before letting out a loud cough, his shoulders slumping in the process.

"I don' feel good," Logan croaked out, tears springing to his eyes. "I wanna go home."

"We will soon, sweetheart," Mrs. Knight tried to comfort him, frowning when the tears in Logan's eyes started to fall. "What's wrong?"

"I'm s-sorry..."

"Sorry for what?" Mrs. Knight looked puzzled as she sat up straighter, taking ahold of Logan's left hand. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm... I'm such a bother."

"You are not." This time, it was Kendall who had spoken. "Logan, you are not a bother. What makes you think that?"

"I made you guys worry, and I... I made you come all the way here. If I hadn't gotten sick, you wouldn't have had to do that."

Kendall frowned, knowing very well that the reason Logan thought that was because his father had ingrained it in him. He had told him that he was a burden, that he didn't deserve to have others worry or look after him. He had made him feel worthless and unwanted and like he was nothing but an inconvenience to everyone, which was so far from the truth.

"Logie, we worry because we love you. You're my little brother, and I care about you so much." His eyes stung with tears, but he held them back for Logan's sake. "You're not a bother, you could never be a bother. And it's not your fault you got sick. You couldn't have known it was pneumonia."

"I'm supposed to be a doctor when I grow up!" Logan exclaimed, which only caused him to be thrown into a coughing fit. "I should have known!"

"Logan, honey, you need to calm down," Mrs. Knight tried to coax him. "No one's blaming you for anything, and nobody's upset at you. This isn't your fault."

Logan looked up at her, his eyes red, looking absolutely miserable. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Logie," Kendall whispered. "Everything's gonna be okay."

It was about thirty minutes later when Logan was finally allowed to go home.

Kendall held up most of his weight as the two made their way out into the hospital hallway. Mrs. Knight was at the front desk, filling out paperwork, with Katie by her side. James and his mom were still out in the waiting room. His mom had insisted they go home, but James had wanted to see Logan before they left the hospital.

"Is he okay?" James asked as Kendall and Logan approached him and his mom.

"He'll be okay," Kendall said as he slowly lowered Logan onto the waiting room chair beside James'. "We need to get his antibiotics, but the doctor said that as long as he takes them and gets plenty of rest, he should be fine."

"Thank God." James sighed in relief as he leaned back against his chair. He then turned to Logan, giving the disoriented boy's shoulder a small squeeze. "I'm so glad you're okay, Logie."

Logan turned to him, a small smile grazing his lips. It didn't last long, though, as he went into a coughing fit just a second later.

"I feel awful," he groaned, his body slumping against the back of the chair. His head was throbbing and felt heavy, and just speaking made his throat hurt. He wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget about the pain he was currently enduring, but he knew that he couldn't. Not yet, at least.

"You'll feel better soon," Kendall told him as he reached towards him, the back of his hand coming to rest against Logan's forehead. He frowned at the heat he found there. "You're really warm, Logie."

Logan said nothing in response. He normally would have made some kind of snarky remark and swatted Kendall's hand away, but he was much too tired for that.

"Alright, I have the medicine, so let's go," Mrs. Knight said as she walked towards them. She then turned to James' mom, giving her a small smile. "Thank you so much for bringing them, Brooke. I really appreciate your help."

Brooke smiled back, ruffling Logan's hair as Kendall helped him to his feet. "It's no problem," she said to her. "And Logan, listen to your mom. She knows what she's doing."

Logan was sure that if his cheeks weren't already flushed, they would have turned a bright shade of pink right then and there. "I will," he said softly, most of his weight being supported by Kendall. "Thank you."

It was with Kendall's and Mrs. Knight's help that Logan made it to their parked car. He got in the backseat along with Kendall and laid down, with his head resting on Kendall's lap. As soon as the car started moving, he felt his stomach churn. He felt like he was going to be sick, and he all of a sudden felt lightheaded, which wasn't helping.

"Kendall," he groaned, his eyes closed tightly. He felt a hand wrap around his own, another tangling in his hair.

"Logie? Can you hear me?" Kendall asked, his voice soft yet urgent at the same time. "What's wrong?"

"I don' feel good," Logan slurred, his hold on Kendall's hand tightening.

"What do you mean?"

"Feel like I'm gonna be sick." Tears pricked at his eyes as he rolled over, sniffling slightly. "I feel like—"

He didn't get a chance to finish, his body convulsing as harsh coughs slipped past his lips. His throat hurt, his head hurt, his ribs hurt, everything hurt. He felt so miserable.

"Mom?" he heard Kendall say, his eyes trained on the back of the passenger's seat as he willed himself not to cry. "Can you drop us off at home and then get the medicine? He's really not feeling well."

He didn't hear what Mrs. Knight said, his vision going blurry as the tears started to roll down his cheeks. He felt absolutely pathetic and like a burden. He'd spent years taking care of himself when he was sick because his father was too wrapped up in his own life to care about his own son. He spent so many nights, praying he'd one day have a a family that loved him, genuinely loved him, and that he could call his own. And now that he did have one, he felt like he was burdening them with his problems, because that's what his father always told him. He'd always tell him that he was nothing but a burden to this world and that no one would ever want him.

So why should Kendall, Katie and their mom be any different?

"I'm okay," he croaked out, blinking the tears back. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Kendall said sternly. "You have pneumonia, Logan. You're shaking and coughing and you're burning up. You are not fine."

"I can handle it."

Kendall sighed, tilting his head to the side so that it was resting against his window, while his eyes remained on Logan. "It's okay to need help, Logie. It's okay to not be okay. We're here to help you. You know that, right?"

Logan bit on his lip and remained quiet. The feeling of nausea had subsided, but the feeling of sadness that settled in his chest had only intensified.

"Logan?"

"I wanna be home."

Kendall sighed, his hold on Logan's hand loosening. "We'll be there soon."

Not soon enough, Logan thought as he allowed his eyes to drift shut, letting the sound of the radio playing softly in the background to lull him to sleep.

When Logan awoke next, he was no longer in the car but in his own bed. He shifted uncomfortably, getting caught off guard when he turned over to find Kendall sitting beside him on his desk chair.

"Kendall?" he croaked out, earning his attention. Kendall immediately set his phone down and looked over at Logan, his eyes reflecting nothing but worry.

"Hey, Logie, you okay?"

Logan ignored the question, instead pointing to his throat, which felt dry and itchy. "Can... Can you get me some water?"

"Yeah, sure." Kendall rose from his seat, all but running out of the room and to the kitchen.

Logan watched him go through half-lidded eyes.

"Where's Mom?" he questioned once Kendall had returned and he had taken in a large gulp of water. The cool liquid had definitely helped, but it only seemed to last a few seconds.

"Went to get your meds," Kendall replied as he took a seat back on the chair beside Logan's bed. "She said she'd be back soon."

Logan nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling.

"You okay?" Kendall asked as he observed Logan closely, not missing the way he was blinking rapidly, as if in an attempt to stop himself from crying.

Logan nodded inaudibly, his lips parting slightly as he let out a shaky breath.

"Are you sure?"

Logan gulped, the action causing pain to travel down his throat. He shook his head, his gaze moving to the other side of the room and away from Kendall's worried eyes.

"What's wrong?" Kendall's voice rose in volume, his right hand moving to clutch at Logan's upper arm.

"I don't know, I just..." He turned to Kendall then, his eyes shimmering with tears. "I'm scared..."

"Scared of what?"

Logan looked away as he spoke, unable to look Kendall in the eye. "Scared you'll get sick of me and decide you don't want me here anymore..."

"Logan..." Kendall frowned, reaching for Logan's hands, which were clutched together on top of his chest. "That could never happen. We could never get sick of you."

"He did."

"He was a very selfish person, who did not deserve you in his life. You did not deserve the pain he put you through."

"But..."

"No buts. It's the truth." As he said this, Kendall stood from the chair and moved to lay down beside Logan on the bed. "I love you," he whispered, looking Logan in the eye. "And mom loves you, and so does Katie, and so many others, and you deserve all of that love and so much more. I promise you that."

Logan smiled, despite the tears building up in his eyes, and lightly pushed Kendall back with his hand. "You shouldn't even be here. You're going to end up getting sick, too."

Kendall smirked at that, not moving from where he was lying. "Doesn't matter. We'll be sick together."

"Seriously? You do not want to get pneumonia."

Kendall shrugged, the smile vanishing from his face. "I don't care if I get sick. I'm not leaving you by yourself right now."

"I don't want you to get sick, though."

"I won't."

"You know you can't control that, right?"

Kendall rolled his eyes at Logan's words, chuckling lightly. "I may not be a medical genius like you, Logie, but yes, I'm very much aware."

"Then you should probably listen to me."

"I said—"

"You're not leaving me alone. Mom will be home soon. Please? I really don't want you to get sick."

Kendall sighed as he sat up in bed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Logan reassured him. "If I need anything, I'll let you know."

"Alright." Kendall looked hesitant but stood regardless and made his way towards the open bedroom door. "I'll be in the living room if you need me, though."

"Thanks." Logan said with a smile. "Love you."

Kendall smiled, his hand resting against the doorknob. "Love you too. Get some sleep."

Logan nodded, but waited until Kendall was out of the room to finally allow his eyes to drop shut.

I've been writing too much Logan angst lately, lol, but it's kind of nice, since I hardly ever do that. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Let me know what you thought, and thank you for reading. :)

~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)