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Another nine days later, Kendall was discharged. The Dr. Monroe had given them careful instructions, seeing that Kendall was still in a fragile state.

So of course, as soon as Kendall stepped foot into apartment 2J, he was smothered.

"Are you okay, Sweetie?" his mom would ask.

"Do you feel any pain, Big Brother," Katie would ask.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Logan offered.

"Are you hungry?" Carlos asks, ready to head to the kitchen to grab whatever was available.

"If you tired I can get some blankets for you," James said, seeing as how he made a spot on the orange couch specially for Kendall.

"Guys!" Kendall finally yelled when he got a word in. He plopped down on the couch. "I'm fine." He gave them a reassuring smile when he saw that not everyone was convinced. Kendall knew they were trying to help. The doctor said that he couldn't exert himself, and the fact that he was on really strong pain medications would only tire him out even faster. But honestly, Kendall did want some space.

"Uh oh," Logan said. "We're annoying you already, aren't we?" He stared nervously at Kendall, already knowing the answer.

Kendall nodded guiltily.

"We're sorry Kendall," Carlos said. "We just don't want to see you hurt again, you know? The doctor said that letting yourself get too tired will only make you feel worse. We just wanna protect you." The boys agreed on one thing. They could never stand the sight, or thought, of Kendall being in pain. He had done so much for them, they only thought it was time to pay him back for everything.

"I know, Carlos," Kendall said, suddenly feeling like a big jerk. "I guess it's just that...I'm so not used to being...dependent." Kendall dreaded the feeling of dependency and avoided the thought of it at all costs. He has never had to depend on anyone. Kendall could only imagine that his friends were thinking about how weak he had become. He didn't want them feeling that. He was still the same Kendall, just a little broken.

"Well get used to it," James said playfully. "Because for the next few weeks, you're gonna depend on us a lot, like it or not."

Kendall let out a dramatic exhale.

So," Logan said. "Anytime you feel pain or any type of discomfort, you let us know. Okay?"

"Okay, Mama Mitchel," Kendall replied jokingly. Logan just rolled his eyes.

Logan's phone began ringing, making him jump. It was a text from Camille.

From: Camille
Can we come see Kendall?

Logan looked over to his blonde friend. "Kendall," Logan said. "Are you up for visitors? And don't lie. If you're tired, say it."

"Logan. I swear I'm okay," Kendall reassured him. "I can take visitors."

"Okay," Logan replied as he texted Camille that she could come over.

Kendall was excited for the fact that he was able to see all his friends in his home instead of a disgusting hospital room.

Camille and Amirah came a few minutes later, engulfing the skinny boy in a group hug, which he didn't mind. But his friends, of course, began freaking out, ordering the two girls to be careful.

"You guys," Kendall whined in embarrassment. He looked at them with pleading eyes, hoping they would get the idea and cool off a bit.

Camille giggled. "They're just trying to protect you, Kendall," she said, earning a nod from Amirah. "I can't really blame them."

"So," Amirah said. "Now that Kendall's back, what does Kendall wanna do?"

"Go to the pool?" Kendall shyly asked, already fearing what the answer would be.

"Absolutely not," his five friends all said at the same time. Kendall slumped his shoulders.

"You know the rules, Kendall," Logan stated.

"How about a movie?" Amirah finally suggested, earning shrugs and "why not"s from the people in the room.

"I know what we can watch!" Carlos said excitedly as he headed to the movie collection, messing up the perfect order the movies were stacked in search of one movie. "Found it," he said a few moments later.

Logan tilted his head. "You were on a desperate movie hunt, messing up my arrangement by the way, all for Winnie the Pooh?"

Carlos smiled and nodded. Logan just rolled his eyes in response. Once Carlos had stuck the movie into the DVD player, the six teenagers comfortably positioned themselves on the couch

Halfway into the movie, Kendall fell asleep on Amirah's shoulder, signaling for the two girls to leave. Camille slowly stood up.

"Um..." Amirah said before she could stand up. "How do I move without waking him up?"

"Oh yeah," Logan muttered. He looked at Kendall, who was curled up on the couch, his head resting on Amirah's shoulder. It was the most peaceful they had seen their blonde leader in a long time.

"Here," James offered as he stood up. "We need to get him to bed. Sleeping like that for too long will be bad for his back. You guys know that." Ever since Kendall had been taken from them, each of the boys had stepped up in responsibility. Each of them had matured in their own little ways. Logan had stepped up to take the role as the temporary leader. Carlos had been the one of the group that began stopping fights and bringing everyone up when they felt down. James, he became way more protective of his friends. When he saw Kendall lying in the hospital bed, completely unresponsive, James almost went crazy. He swore that he never wanted to see Kendall in pain ever again. James never wanted Kendall's green eyes to close, as weird or selfish as it sounded.

James knew how ridiculous he was being, but he also blamed himself for Kendall's kidnapping, he just never voiced it as much as Carlos and Katie had. Kendall was willing to go to that party so that he wouldn't disappoint James. James had been so excited for that party, and Kendall suffered for it.

"I can carry Kendall to his room," James finally said.

"You sure that won't wake him up?" Camille asked, shifting her worried glance between Kendall and James.

"He's on strong pain meds," James responded. "Even if Kendall does wake up, he'll fall back asleep quickly." James gently lifted Kendall off the couch, bridal style. "Amirah," he said softly. "Can you help me tuck him in?"

Amirah nodded and followed James. He showed her Kendall's bed, asking her to move the blankets out of the way. Once James laid Kendall down, Amirah placed the blankets on top of Kendall.

Kendall stirred.

"Thanks," James said.

"It's okay," Amirah said softly. She sighed. "H-has he gotten his appetite back?" she asked.

James nodded. "A little bit...he doesn't eat as much as he used to before...you know...but he's improving."

"That's better than nothing," Amirah responded. "I can bring you guys lunch tomorrow...if you want me to."

"I think Kendall would like that," James said as he smiled at her. "You know, you and Camille have helped us out a lot. Thanks."

Amirah shook her head. "Stop thanking me. That's what friends are for." She scoffed. "Remember when I first moved here? You guys and Camille were the only ones that would talk to me. The Jennifers made fun of me cuz I was too tall, that Lucy girl didn't like my accent, which, I don't have by the way, and Steve and I don't talk at all cuz I hang out with Camille. Oh, not to mention, Jett Stetson, is one serious creeper. But around you guys, I was comfortable." She smiled, remembering the last run in she has with Jett.

James chuckled. "Okay, I see your point...You know, there was a time that we were in the eighth grade. I was cornered behind the school by these two guys. According to them, I messed up their lives er something. I wasn't paying attention. Truth be told, I was kinda scared. They said they were gonna kill me. Kendall seriously musta came outta nowhere. He saw the two guys and heard what they were saying to me. So he charged up to the two of them, punched one in the face, and kneed the other one in the groin."

Amirah smiled at the story. "Yup. That sounds like him."

"Kendall always did everything in his power to make sure that his friends were okay," James continued. "And when it mattered...we weren't there. We were partying. We were celebrating while Kendall was about to face the hardest challenge of his life. I wish I could have been there. I coulda saved him. He suffered because I desperately wanted to go to that party."

"Is he mad at you?" Amirah asked. James looked confused, but he shook his head anyway. "So, don't worry about what you coulda done in the past. Yeah, you weren't there when Kendall was kidnapped. What? Do you think he wanted you there?" she asked, earning James shaking his head once again. "Exactly. The point is, you're here for him now. That's what he needs."

"Yeah...I guess you're right," James finally sighed out once Amirah's words sunk in.

"I know," Amirah said with a smile. "I better get going. You should get some sleep too, okay?"

James nodded. He and Amirah began walking out of Kendall's and Logan's room when James pulled Amirah into a hug. He felt her tense up, not expecting the sudden action, but she relaxed and returned the hug. "Thanks for that Amirah," he whispered. He let her go.

"No problem James," she responded. She smiled once again. "I'll see you boys tomorrow."

James watched as Amirah walked out of the room. He turned his gaze back to Kendall, just to make sure that he was still okay. When he saw that Kendall was still peacefully asleep, he sighed in relief, turned out the lights, and silently walked out. He thought about everything that had been going on the past few weeks. Things were getting better. They must be getting better. Kendall was still broken, that was still pretty obvious, but he was getting better. That made James happy. Kendall was improving. Just give him time, and Kendall would be back to his old self.

When Kendall woke up, all he could think about was the number thirteen. The unlucky thirteen. He had thirteen days until his trial. Thirteen horrible days until the trial.

He didn't realize how late it was until he turned his head and glanced at the clock. It was 1:35PM. How he managed to sleep throughout the entire morning was beyond him. That's when he realized, how'd I get to my bedroom last night?

Kendall slowly rose from his bed, hearing his friends' voice in the living room. He walked to the living room.

"Kendall!" Carlos called out, being the first to notice that Kendall was awake.

"I slept this entire time?" he asked sleepily. His friends nodded. "Whoa," he whispered in response. "Oh...how'd I get to my bedroom last night?"

"James carried you," Logan answered, making James remember how light his blonde friend had gotten. Kendall was always skinny, but he shouldn't have been THAT skinny.

"And Amirah tucked you in," James finished.

Kendall's eyes widened as he remembered something. "I feel asleep on her, didn't I?" he asked, earning nods from his friends once again. "Aw man, I hope I didn't drool on her."

His friends giggled, worrying Kendall into believing that he did, indeed, drool on Amirah's shoulder.

"Get cleaned up," James commanded him, but nicely. "Amirah and Camille are coming back. Amirah has lunch for you."

Kendall smiled shyly as he headed to the bathroom. He quickly took a shower, then brushed his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror, not being able to believe how much he had let himself go. Kendall wasn't like James at all when it came to caring about his looks. Looks weren't that important to him. But right now, the way he was looking just bothered him. It was obvious in his face how much weight he had lost. His hair hung lifeless, dark circles colored his eyes, despite the large amounts of sleep he had been receiving.

He groaned as he walked out of the bathroom towel-clad and to his bedroom, ready to put on any pieces of clothes that would fit. Once he found some black jeans, a plain long sleeve shirt, and a flannel shirt he was content with, he headed to the living room, surprised to see Camille and Amirah already hanging with the other guys as they all waited for him.

"Hey, Kendall!" both girls greeted in unison as they saw him enter the living room.

Amirah got off the couch. "I hope you're hungry," she said as she entered the kitchen. As he took a seat on the couch, Kendall noticed her gathering a few things before coming out with a plate of food specially for him. "I made it at my apartment before coming here," she stated when she noticed a look of confusion on Kendall's face.

Kendall took the plate of food, filled with foreign food. As he expected. "Thanks," he said with a smile.

I could've been a Princess, You'd be a King
Could've had a castle, and worn a ring
But no, you let me go

Everyone turned to the source of the sudden noise. Camille shyly pulled out her phone. "It's my agent, okay?" she said, silencing her phone. "I'll talk to him later."

"You stole my star!" Amirah randomly sang out, suddenly having the song stuck in head. "That song is totally dedicated to me," she stated.

"How is "Princess of China" dedicated to you in any way?" Logan asked.

Amirah sat in silence before responding. "Okay...well I'm not a princess of China...but I'm a princess of Africa!"

"Really?" Carlos asked excitedly, being the only one believing Amirah's lie. Logan nudged him. Carlos turned to Logan, who mouthed the word "NO" as he shook his head.

"Okay, okay," Amirah said. "So I'm not really a princess. BUT, my name means princess in Arabic. That counts for something!"

"Oooohhh," the four boys said in unison.

The door opened, and Jennifer and Katie walked in.

"Hey Mom. Katie," Kendall greeted the two with a smile on his face.

The two of them had nervous expressions on their faces, confusing Kendall and everybody else in the room. That's when it dawned on Kendall.

It was time to go to his first therapy session.

Kendall wasn't against therapy. He figured that if that's what made people comfortable and feel better, then they should go for it.

The only problem was, Kendall wasn't one of those people. He never imagined himself ever needing a therapy session. He was Kendall Knight. He was the strong one. The leader. He didn't want therapy. He just wanted everything to be normal again. Therapy doesn't bring back that normality.

Jennifer looked over to her son as the two of them sat in the waiting room. She reached out a hand and began rubbing Kendall's back when she saw the look he had on his face. "It's okay to be nervous, Sweetie," she said to him.

"I don't wanna do this Mom," Kendall responded, due to the fact that was the only thing he could think of to say.

"Do you want me to go in with you this time around?" she offered.

"No," Kendall responded, shaking his head. He knew the doctor was going to have him talk about what went on with Gavin. Kendall didn't want his mom to hear everything. Jennifer had only really been given the unspecified details of Kendall's ordeal with Gavin. He couldn't bear to see the look on her face when she was to hear everything.

That why he saved the task of having her find out everything until the trial. That way, he was away from her as he told the story. Kendall planned on looking at everything else besides his mom, his friends, and sister.

All Kendall could think about was how weak he had been. Would his friends think any less of him when they hear the full story? Do they think any less of him already?

When Kendall was called in, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, hoping that it would hide how badly he was shaking.

A brunette woman, Dr. Richards, led Kendall into her office. Once Kendall accepted the seat she had offered him, she smiled at him. "So, Kendall," she began. "Tell me about yourself."

Kendall thought about that command. What exactly did she want to know. His personal life? School life? His relationships? His fears...?

Dr. Richards chuckled. "Okay. Let me rephrase that," she said after seeing the confused expression Kendall wore in his face. "Let's start with the basics. That woman out there is your mother. Correct?" she asked earning a nod from Kendall. "Tell me about her."

Kendall sighed. He had so much to say about her. "Um... she's a really strong woman," he began. "After my father was killed, she raised my sister and I all by herself. She always puts the people she loves ahead of herself. She's willing to make just about any sacrifice if it means she's helping someone."

"You mentioned your sister," Dr. Richards stated. "Tell me about her."

"She's truly amazing," Kendall said. "Seriously, I don't think I could do a lot of the things I do if it wasn't for her."

"You two are that close?" Dr. Richards asked.

"Yeah," Kendall responded. "We hardly fight. She's strong too. Like my mom. She's very devious, which is a good thing, but a little scary sometimes, you know?" Kendall nervously chuckled.

"And your friends?" Dr. Richards asked.

Kendall seriously felt like Dr. Richards was trying to pry into his life. Did she want to know everything? "My three best friends are Logan, James, and Carlos. Logan's really smart. He's a really shy guy and never gives himself enough credit for what he can do. James is the...pretty one," he said carefully, hoping Dr. Richards wouldn't get the wrong idea. "He cares a lot about his looks. Like...A LOT. But that's all people see. They just see a guy who's superficial and only cares about himself. When the truth is, he cares so much for his friends. He's one of the nicest guys you'll meet. Carlos is just one big ball of energy. He loves everybody and he can brighten up everyone's day. He's really sensitive though, so he's always a great shoulder to cry on, I guess."

Everything Kendall was saying was being carefully heard by Dr. Richards. She was always nodding her head, taking in everything Kendall was saying. "And you say that these people have helped you a lot throughout this entire ordeal?"

Kendall nodded. "Th-they've done so much for me. They lose sleep always comforting me from a scary nightmare. I always end up scaring the crap outta them because when I have a REALLY bad dream...it's like...it's like I'm not there. I freak out, cry, I even got violent a few times. The looks on their faces when they see me like that...and their lives are completely centered around me now. I appreciate the fact that they're willing to drop everything, just to make sure that I'm okay." Kendall felt his eyes tearing up. "But I've become such a huge inconvenience to them. I wish...I wish everything can be normal again."

"And that's what I'm here," Dr. Richards said in a comforting matter. "I want to help you feel safe again. Will you let me help turn things back to normal?"

Kendall looked into Dr. Richards' eyes. She was here to help. And right now, he'd give anything to go back to the "normality" of before. Unable to find words, he just nodded. He was ready to accept help.

Yeah, at first, this chapter was to be split in two, that's why it's SUPER long. But I decided against it.

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