Chapter 12

Kendall stood there, mouth agape. He'd never seen something this horrible happen to one of his best friends, needless to say. Sure, it was scary when James broke a leg or when Carlos broke both his legs, but this was way more frightening. This was Logan, the one with sense, the one who would never purposefully get himself injured. Logan wasn't like James; conceited and sometimes only caring about himself. He wasn't like Carlos; he wouldn't do stunts that could get him in the hospital. Logan was one of the most selfless and caring people Kendall had ever known. He was generous, and cared for everyone before himself.

James clenched his fists. Usually, when one his friends were hurt, he felt anger. But this time, not only did he feel angry, he felt so hopeless. He felt as though there was nothing he could do to help Logan. Well, there really wasn't anything James could do to help Logan physically. And that made James feel useless. He couldn't just stand there and watch Logan die, could he? He was usually angry at whoever caused one of his friends to get hurt. But this time, James couldn't help but think that Logan had caused… this to happen to himself. He did this to himself. James would never be able to understand why Logan hadn't told any of them he was feeling… wrong. They would've helped. They really could have.

Carlos felt scared and most of all, confused. What was happening to Logan? One day he was fighting with him, and the next… Logan was unconscious and lying in a white hospital bed. How did all that happen so quickly? Carlos wondered why all the bad things happened quickly. Carlos didn't know why this was happening to Logan. Logan was a good guy. He wasn't like a villain; he was a superhero. He could save them all from whatever problem they had. So, why did Logan have to be suffering all of the pain and the madness? Why couldn't it have been some bad guy like the one who'd killed Abraham Lincoln?

Not knowing what to say or do, the three boys couldn't take it anymore. They turned around and walked right out of the room. All three of them wanted to be there for Logan, but they just couldn't. They were too scared, confused, angry, worried, and surprised. They couldn't face Logan until they got over their troubles and fears for him.

Finally, James broke the silence. "I can't believe it." He said bluntly.

Kendall raised his two bushy eyebrows. "Can't believe what?"

James unclenched his fists. "Logan." When he got more confused stares, he started to explain. He explained everything he had been thinking for a long time.

"I just can't believe he would do this to us." He stated.

Kendall's eyes grew wide. "You're blaming this on Logan? This wasn't his fault!" He said loudly, getting fed up over the pretty boy.

"Well, it kinda is, because he didn't tell us that he wasn't feeling well. If he had, we could've helped him earlier and he'd be fine." James argued just as loudly, if not even more.

"Logan didn't want to worry us. He thought he was fine."

"I thought Logan was the genius; he was being stupid." James said firmly.

"Are you kidding me? Logan was the stupid one? He was being smart, not telling us. What would we do? We wouldn't be able to do anything that helped." Kendall said, believing every word of what he was saying.

We could've gotten a doctor! He could've been okay!" James shouted angrily as the three walked out of the building.

"Even then, how would you know that Logan was going to be okay? You're not some stupid fortune teller!" Kendall yelled, shoving James onto the ground. James landed with a thump, but he quickly got up.

"Well, I'm not fortune teller, but I know you're being stupid right now!" He returned the shove, and Kendall glared at him from the ground. He got up and raised his fist.

"This. Was. Not. Logan's. Fault. Say it is, and I'll punch you." Kendall growled with clenched teeth.

Carlos grabbed onto James's arm. "Stop, James! Don't' make him punch you! Just stop arguing!" He begged, not wanting a fight to start. But James gently pushed Carlos off of him, and completely ignored the Latino.

"I'm not saying this is Logan's fault, but it's his fault that he didn't tell us!"

Kendall pulled back his clenched fist and punched James right in the cheek. James cried out in pain, returning the punch. Soon, the two were punching each other and kicking each other.

Carlos stared at them, feeling more scared than ever. What was happening to them? They couldn't fight at a time like this! Logan wouldn't want them to. "Stop! James, Kendall, please just stop it! Logan wouldn't want us to fight!" He cried desperately. Not only did Logan not want them to, Carlos didn't either. He was scared that because of Logan's disease, their friendship would break apart. And it was.

Carlos was so scared and hurt. How could his friends just start fighting like this? It scared him half to death. He didn't want this to be happening. He needed the support and the comfort from both of them, and he wouldn't be able to get it if they were both made at each other. Carlos was afraid that they would completely ignore him and just toss him aside. No one would care about him anymore.

"Guys! Please stop it!" He yelled, scared of all the bruises and blood on both of the boys' faces and hands. Carlos didn't know what to do, so he did the only thing that he felt like doing at that moment.

He cried. He just sat on the ground and started sobbing and crying and wailing like a stupid little baby. He knew he might seem like a wimp right now, but he felt so scared. If this was the only way to get James and Kendall's attention, he'd humiliate himself in front of anyone. He couldn't stop crying, even when he felt someone's arms around him. Once the first tear slipped out, he just couldn't stop.

"Carlos, stop crying, buddy. We're not fighting anymore… dude, seriously, you're scaring us." A voice told him. Carlos sniffled and looked up. Through his tear-blurred vision, he saw James staring at him. He figured it was Kendall's arm around him. Carlos wiped his eyes with his arm and tried to stop crying.

"You okay?" James asked quietly, his face and hands throbbing. He'd never been in a fight that violent before. Carlos nodded slowly.

"We're sorry, buddy." Kendall added, concerned about his youngest friend.

Carlos didn't say anything, and Kendall and James pulled him up. The three walked back to their car silently, Carlos sniffling and hiccupping occasionally. Finally, James started the car, being in a slightly better condition than Kendall was.

Carlos took a few shaky breaths, starting to feel tired after his breakdown. Kendall put his arm around Carlos, and Carlos leaned his head on Kendall's shoulder. Soon enough, he fell asleep. A peaceful, calm sleep.

James and Kendall shared a glance at each other, and both knew that they hadn't forgiven each other yet.

A/N- First Fight of the Story Award goes to… Kendall Knight and James Diamond! I mean, the first seriously physical fight… :) That's not a good thing, but you know…

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