I'm not too proud of this chapter. I feel that it was a bit too rushed. And if you agree with me on that, at the end of this chapter, I have a very important A/N I need y'all to read. It'll explain a lot.

So...I still don't own Big Time Rush...or Apple (If only).

Carlos woke up a few hours later. His oxygen mask had finally come off, which he was thankful for. It was really itching his face.

He felt a hand running through his hair. A hand he was highly familiar with. "Dad?" he asked, his voice still a bit scratchy.

"Hey, Carlitos. You doing okay, buddy?" Mr. Garcia smiled.

Carlos nodded. "Where's everybody else?" He started looking around the room. Him and his dad were the only ones there.

"Jennifer and your mother took the boys and Katie to the apartment. They're just gonna take a shower, get something to eat. You know. Joanna and Camille are with Logan."

Carlos' eyebrows perked up at the mention of Logan's name. "Can I see Logan, Dad?" His eyes were full of hope.

Mr. Garcia went through a mental battle in his head as he debated whether to tell Carlos the truth or not. "Sorry, kiddo. He's asleep right now." Technically, he wasn't lying, right?

Carlos sighed in disappointment. "I really wanna see him, Dad." He began tearing up and he hated crying in front of his dad.

"I know. I know. But soon, okay? Patience is a virtue." Mr. Garcia pulled Carlos in a hug. "When Logan is ready, you can see him. He needs to be at 100% before he can see anybody."

Carlos started crying harder. "I'm not just anybody. I'm his best friend!" Mr. Garcia's heart broke. "I need to see him, Papi!"

Mr. Garcia held on tighter to Carlos. "Shh mijo. Everything will be alright." Carlos once again winced in pain from his knife wound. Mr. Garcia noticed that. "See what they mean? You're still in pain. You've always had a high tolerance for pain, but we both know that Logan doesn't. That's why he needs to stay asleep until his better."

Those words seemed to calm down Carlos a bit. Mr. Garcia felt his breathing evening out. He began rubbing circles on Carlos' back until his breathing was completely evened out. "You okay now?" Mr. Garcia asked as he laid Carlos back down on the bed. Carlos nodded and closed his eyes, eventually falling back asleep.

Sylvia walked in shortly after. She approached her husband and held her son's limp hand. "He needs to know," she said flat out.

Mr. Garcia sighed. He already knew what she was talking about. "I know. We just don't know how to tell him yet."

An hour later, James and Kendall returned to the hospital. The boys urged Mr. Garcia to take a break, and after a while, he agreed. Sylvia was in the hall talking to Jennifer. Most likely about Logan. They couldn't talk about Logan in Carlos' room, for fear of Carlos waking up in the middle of their conversation. But soon, that wouldn't matter.

Camille left the hospital in order to get ready for her rehearsals. She stopped at the Palm Woods, of course everyone had bombarded her with questions. James and Kendall had been receiving texts like crazy.

Carlos was coming in and out of consciousness, falling asleep just as quickly as he woke up.

Kendall's iPhone was laying on the table when his mother had called him outside. James stayed with Carlos, but Kendall promised to tell James anything if it becomes serious.

"Yeah, Mom?" Kendall asked once he was with Jennifer and Sylvia. He saw the looks on their faces, but couldn't read them.

Jennifer was the first to speak. "It's about Logan."

Kendall's heart started to beat out of his chest. "What? Oh no. Is he..?"

Sylvia held up her hand. "Kendall. The doctors said they've seen brain activity!"

Kendall could feel his limbs weaken with relief. "So..he's getting better?" he asked with a smile.

Jennifer and Sylvia nodded, but their smiles soon disappeared when they heard chaos coming from Carlos' room.

"CARLOS!" they heard James yell. When they ran inside, Sylvia started crying, Jennifer's eyes were wide in shock. Kendall ran over to Carlos.

Carlos couldn't breathe. His face was full of panic, Kendall's phone was being squeezed in Carlos' hand.

Sylvia ran over to Carlos as his eyes started to droop close. "Carlitos! Carlitos!" Carlos closed his eyes, his body went limp, and a shrill monotone beeping sound filled the room as doctors and nurses rushed in and pushed Kendall, James, Jennifer, and Sylvia out. Dr. Spencer gave James Kendall's phone.

"What happened?" Kendall demanded as James handed him his phone.

"I don't know!" James replied, very panicky. "Your phone rang! Carlos looked at it then THIS happened!"

Kendall glanced at his phone, trying to find what Carlos saw that almost killed him. "Oh no..." was all Kendall said when he glanced at his phone. He handed the phone to James. Kendall had received a text.

From: Amirah
Logan's in a coma?

Carlos found out.

The boys waited once again in agony waiting for news on Carlos. Sylvia had called her husband, who must have broken all traffic laws to make it to the hospital at the time he did.

"How did this happen?" Mr. Garcia asked, right now in shock.

James sighed. He couldn't bring himself to tell what happened. "Carlos couldn't breathe. He found out about Logan, his heart started beating faster, he couldn't breathe, and then..." James felt tears pouring from his eyes. Kendall rubbed circles on James' back, hoping that would soothe him a bit.

Mr. Garcia was angry. Not at the boys. Not at anyone else, but at himself. "I should have told him sooner. He shouldn't have found out this way."

Kendall sighed. "No it's my fault. I was with him when he first woke up and I couldn't get myself to tell him. Then, I pretty much leave an open invitation for Carlos to go through my phone, KNOWING that people at the Palm Woods were sending texts about him and Logan."

"Hey do you hear yourselves?" Jennifer spoke up. "Blaming yourselves aren't gonna make the boys better, If anything, we need to be strong for them. The strongest we've ever been. The doctors said that talking to Logan has helped him heal. If we talk to Logan with this attitude, how do you think that'll help him?"

Everyone could see where Kendall got his leadership traits from. Dr. Spencer approached the bunch.

Sylvia practically tackled him when she saw him. "How is he? How's my son?"

Dr. Spencer looked down and sighed. "He's stable now. He scared us today, but he'll be alright."

"What happened to him?" Mr. Garcia asked.

"Your son overexerted himself. Remember me saying that Carlos' worry wasn't good for his body?" Mr. Garcia nodded as Dr. Spencer continued. "Well this is what I was talking about. He was under way too much stress. He lost control of his breathing, causing him to hyperventilate. His heart started beating too fast before it stopped all together. I'm sorry to say this, but you almost lost him."

Sylvia cried into her husband's chest, who barely moved, trying to comprehend the fact that he'd almost lost his son. Again.

"Can we see him now?" Mr. Garcia asked when he was able to form words.

Sr. Spencer nodded. "But let me tell you. He had to be intubated. We want to make it as easy for him to breathe as possible." Dr. Spencer tried to give a reassuring smile as he led the group to Carlos' room.

"I'll leave you guys alone," Dr. Spencer said once they reached Carlos' room.

Carlos was asleep. No surprise there. But this time, it was different. He was paler than he was before. More wires were hooked up to him, and now, he had the same breathing tube as Logan.

James and Kendall couldn't help but think: Could this get any worse?

Very important A/N: Okay, so like I said in the beginning, I felt that this chapter was a bit rushed...it was, and let me tell you why: In a couple of days, I'm hopping on a plane to go see all my family in Nigeria. Yup. I said it. Nigeria. I'll be gone for about a month. And you know what that means? No updates for a month :O
Don't hate me PLEASE! XD I'll be spending the next few days packing and catching up on school work that I'm gonna miss. So I'll be super busy for the rest of the week.
The worst part, I won't get to read all the stories that I'm following! AHHH!
Nah, just playin'. I have a lot to do over there so I'll be so occupied that I won't even remember them until I get back from Nigeria and the only companionship I have is my computer. :P

Okay. Now that I've gotten that outta the way: Hit me with a review (and not a dangerous weapon of any kind) and tell me what you think. I wonder how many reviews I'm gonna get that include the words, "I hate Amirah..." LOL.

And you'll see me again in a month. (Who knows? Maybe less.)