Hola, buenos dias? Hahaha... Why are you laughing, you ask? Cause I find it funny that I'm 50% Cuban, and I can barely speak a word of Spanish! My dad's Irish and English, so that's probably why... Okay, you really could care less about my origins! Lol.

So I updated twice in one day! WHOAR! I think that my chapters are getting a lot longer for some reason. I guess it's cause I'm finding it easier to write... I got my groove on again :D Just joshing. Hope you like this chapter... SPOILER: Kendall's finally awake!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN BIG TIME RUSH!

Carlos put his arms under Kendall's while Logan grabbed his feet. James followed behind them, carrying the first aid kit and the half empty water bottle. He wouldn't be very useful carrying Kendall, knowing that he would probably slow them down with his newly developed limp.

Even James could tell that Logan and Kendall were suffering from blood loss. Both were pale, with slightly clammy skin. While Logan's cut wasn't that big, he knew that head wounds tend to bleed a lot.

The three boys began to make their way into the wood, careful not to bump into anything, or jostle Kendall around too much.

"It's right over there! I pushed everything around earlier to make it more comfortable." Carlos pointed to a group of bushes and low branched trees. While Logan and James were fixing wounds, Carlos had been gathering twigs and leaves, preparing them for their stay. There were four piles of leaves.

Logan chuckled, though doing so made him feel lightheaded. "Are these supposed to be chairs?"

Carlos finally made a smile emerge on his face, "Yeah! Do you like them? I figured that we might be staying here a while, so I made a little chair for all of us!" He picked up the pace and moved to the little fort.

Logan and Carlos gently placed Kendall on the ground, James following close after and placing the first aid kit next to him. All of a sudden, somebody's stomach growled.

Carlos smiled, "Speaking of food, do we have any?" looking over to Logan who was shoving stuff around in his kit.

"Actually, we do have a few granola bars. I always pack them just in case." Logan said with a huge smile on his face. James looked between Carlos and Logan. How were they able to smile in this situation? We were lost in the woods, the car broke down, one of our friends is bleeding out, and we only have one water bottle! James's thoughts were once again cut short from the quiet groaning coming from their blonde best friend.

"Kendall!" James gasped along with Logan and Carlos. They all scrambled over to their comatose looking friend, watching his eyes slowly but surely open.

He groaned once more before looking around into three pairs of brown eyes. "What's… going… on?" his voice was hoarse from not using it for so long. He coughed and began to bring his arm up, but instead let out a cry of pain.

"Hey, try not to move too much. You were kind of stabbed in the side by the car… You're currently suffering from blood loss, and the gash is pretty bad." Logan cautioned placing Kendall's upraised arm down. Kendall took in everyone else's appearances.

Logan was as white as paper. His head had bruises on in, with a small trail of blood flowing from under a gauze covered cut. James had his leg sticking out straight, with what looked like a piece of wood tied to it. He had pink cuts on his arms from the broken windows. Carlos looked exhausted. He had bruises covering his arms and face. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, but that never stopped the giant smile that he had.

Kendall imagined what he could possibly look like. He was clammy feeling, even though it was perfectly cool outdoors. His side killed, and he felt like all of his strength was seeping from it.

"Are you guys okay? You look a bit drained…" he told them. In all honesty, they all looked like they hadn't slept for weeks, and it would make him feel a lot better if they were all well rested. They could worry about rescue plans when everyone was up to it.

Carlos looked down at their fearless leader. Looks like he was hit by a truck, and still worries about everyone but himself… He thought to himself. "Yeah… I guess we could rest for a bit. It's not like we're going anywhere. Night guys." Carlos walked over to his little pile of leaves and lowered himself into a comfortable position. James followed after and eventually they were both dead to the world.

"How on earth do they do that? Even in a soaking pile of leaves they can still sleep!" Logan whispered in order not to wake them up.

"I have no idea… Hey, why aren't you sleeping too?" Kendall winced. The energy it took him to talk was tiring him out quickly.

"Can't. I have a head wound. It's possible I have a minor concussion, which means that sleep is a big no. Also, I can't leave you over here by yourself. You can rest… I'll just watch over to make sure everything's okay. Anyways, while you're all asleep, it'll give me time to organize my first aid kit without anyone nagging me." Kendall smiled at the last part.

"Alright. Well, night Logie." He mumbled before drifting off into sleep.

"Goodnight Kendall." Logan whispered, watching his friends eyes close.

He looked around at all of his sleeping best friends. They looked so peaceful, as if they had nothing to worry about. Problem is… they did have to worry. They needed to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Eh... It's okay. Not as good as I planned it to be. Just a note: if you hadn't noticed already, the personifictation has stopped, but I have already planned it out. It will definitely come back towards the end. By the way, I forgot to metion this in the previous chapter, but if I get any medical information wrong, please inform me, cause I've been doing research for the story, but you can never be too sure :)

Hope you thought it was decent!

Whatever the aliens say,

TealMoose