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Everyone rushed into the hospital. The first thing they did was head to the receptionist's desk.

"My son, Kendall Knight," Jennifer began telling the blonde nurse. "Was brought in here. Along with Carlos Garcia." She pointed to Sylvia. "Her son." She stopped to catch her breath. She hadn't realized how fast her heart was beating.

The nurse nodded and started looking through her computer. "Sorry, there's no word on Kendall yet. But Carlos is in room 559."

"Thank you," Sylvia said as they walked away from the desk.

James and Logan practically ran in search of Carlos' room. Jennifer and Katie lingered in the waiting room, which bothered Sylvia a little bit.

"I know we don't have news on Kendall," Sylvia said. "But I'd feel much better if you two weren't alone."

Jennifer started tearing up. "Thank you, Sylvia," Jennifer said. "But...I need to stay here. I need to be with Kendall the minute I'm allowed. I don't want him alone for too long."

Sylvia nodded in understanding. "Okay." She smiled at the two of them. "But if you need anything, you know where we are."

Jennifer thanked Sylvia and pulled her in a hug. Sylvia slowly broke apart from her and made her way to her son's hospital room.

By the time Sylvia had got there, she found her husband, James, and Logan at Carlos' side. The sight of her son laying unconscious in a hospital bed again brought tears in her eyes. Carlos' face was a little bruised up, but that was it. Sylvia was a little relaxed when it dawned on her. Her son wasn't in here for anything too serious. But it was still painful.

Mr. Garcia jumped up at the sight of his wife. "Sylvia," he breathed out as he stood up and pulled her into a hug. "He's okay," he whispered to her. "Its over. Both boys are safe." Mr Garcia felt his wife relax into his touch. He rubbed circles in her back. "Carlos will be okay," he finally said as he released Sylvia and wiped the tears off her face with his thumb.

Carlos' eyelids fluttered open. All he could see beyond the haze was the color white. His eyes immediately darted to the IV in his arm.

"Carlos?" he heard his father's voice say.

Carlos blinked a few times before realizing that he had company. His parents, Logan, and James were here. "What...what happened?" he asked.

"You fainted, mijo," Mr. Garcia answered. "How are you feeling?" Carlos could see the concern coming from his father's eyes.

"I'm fine," he responded. He felt his mom gently squeeze his hand. It was then that the events he had experienced had replayed in his head. "Is everybody else okay?"

They all knew that by "everybody else", Carlos meant Kendall. Mr. Garcia shifted his gaze to the floor.

"There's no news on him yet," Logan quickly answered.

Carlos sank into the bed. "I...I couldn't save him. It's my fault."

"Are you kidding?" James asked. "You led the cops right to Kendall! If it wasn't for you, Kendall would still be in that hellhole."

"Gavin found my tracker and Kendall got punished for it," Carlos argued. If he hadn't been knocked out by Gavin, if he hadn't let his guard down, if he hadn't messed up, Kendall wouldn't have been choked to death...er...almost choked to death. "I coulda done more. I should've done more."

"None of this is your fault," Sylvia said as she ran her fingers through her son's hair. "Kendall's here, and safe. And it's all because of you."

Carlos started crying at that statement. Sylvia pulled him into a hug and Carlos held his mother tight. He never wanted to see Kendall like that ever again.

It had been hours before Jennifer and Katie heard anything. When they were led into Kendall's room, they weren't prepared for what they were to see.

As they hesitantly walked over to Kendall's room, the doctor's words rang in their heads.

"...Whipped back."

"...Blood loss..."

"...Malnourishment..."

"...Dehydration..."

"...Asphyxiation..."

"...Sepsis."

"...Evidence of sexual assault."

How Kendall survived was beyond anyone. Jennifer gasped when she saw her son for the first time in five days. Her and Katie slowly walked up to Kendall. The first thing Jennifer did was stroke Kendall's pale face, glad that the doctors were able to reduce Kendall's raging fever. This wasn't a dream. Kendall was really here.

They only wished that this was a bad dream. Kendall wasn't breathing, at least not by himself, anyway. A machine was breathing for him. His frighteningly still body lacked color. The only sign of life was his heart monitor that was currently beating at a steady rate.

Katie grabbed Kendall's hand and held it tightly. "Kendall," she sobbed. "Pl-please wake up. I need you. Please wake up!" she begged. She cried harder, seeing as how her pleas were falling on deaf ears. "You promised everything would be okay!"

The doctor had told them that Kendall was in desperate need for antibiotics, which was the first thing they gave him when he was administered. They couldn't tell when Kendall would wake up. The doctors said "it was up to him"... whatever that meant.

They couldn't thank Carlos enough. No amount of "thank you" or free corn dogs could show how thankful they were to Carlos for putting his life on the line to save Kendall. Kendall would have died from septicemia, or by the hands of Gavin, let's not forget, if Carlos hadn't gone to Kendall when he did.

Jennifer gently moved Kendall's hair away from his closed eyes. She kissed Kendall's forehead. She didn't know if Kendall could hear them, but she wanted to do everything possible to make sure that Kendall knew that he wasn't alone.

"Kendall," she whispered. She couldn't find her voice right now. "Sweetie, We need you to wake up. Don't let Gavin win." She closely watched her son for a response, looking for the slightest twitch.

But there was nothing.

Did you like that? I'm not to good with hospital scenes. It's on my list of things to work on, along with romance and the "comfort" in hurt/comfort stories. Kinda sad.

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