Chapter 5
Kendall and Logan heard the front door to 2J slam shut, and figured it was Carlos. Both boys ran out to greet him, thinking that he would be very upset. Kendall stopped short seeing a very pale, and sick looking, James stand below them. James looked up and saw Kendall. He whispered something incoherent before collapsing on the floor below. Both boys ran down the steps, but Logan reached him first. Kendall moved to lift James, but Logan stopped him.
"Don't," he yelled, "Something could be really wrong, moving him could make it worse. Just grab a pillow." Kendall grabbed a small pillow from the couch, but instead of using it to prop James' head up he decided to just put James' head in his lap. He cradled it softly and felt tears well up in his eyes. He truly loved James more than anything and hated himself for allowing this to happen to him. If he had only just told James that he loved him, James wouldn't be on the verge of death. His tears fell on James face, so he wiped them away. James felt so warm, it didn't seem healthy. Kendall wondered what the hell was taking Logan so long, but just then the genius boy returned with a phone. He called 911, and then went off to find a first aid kit. He brought it back and pulled out a thermometer. James' temperature was 103.
"He has a fever," Logan declared, "This is bad. He must have gotten an infection or something." James began convulsing violently in Kendall's lap and the boy began crying loudly. Logan tried to console him, while taking care of James, but it wasn't easy. He pulled Kendall away from James, and put the unused pillow under his head. Kendall laid on the floor sobbing while Logan tried to get James to stop convulsing. He had read somewhere that it helped to loosen the victims clothing so he used surgical scissors from the first aid kit to cut James' t-shirt off. Even in that moment, he couldn't help but be slightly aroused by James' intensely amazing body. It was well-defined and tan.
"Stop," Logan told himself, "You need to focus." There was a knock at the door, but it opened and Carlos stepped in. Behind him was a team of Emergency response people armed with medical gear to help James. The crew hoisted James on a stretcher and did their work before they quickly wheeled him away. The three boys ran after them. Kendall climbed into the ambulance, and Logan and Carlos ran off towards Logan's car. The screaming ambulance sped away, leaving an astounded audience.
In the ambulance, Kendall held James' hand as the medical crew worked diligently, and swiftly. Kendall's tears blurred his vision, but James was always in his sight. Even blinking was painful for him, as anything that kept him from looking at James was painful. He kissed the pretty boys hand, trying to think of anything he could do to help. Suddenly he remembered something James once told him when they were younger. It had been a really rough night, but Kendall still remembered every word James said.
"I love when you sing," James smiled, "You have the most soothing voice. I swear, it could solve all my problems. If ever I seem upset or depressed, just sing to me and I'll feel better."
"The world stops when I put my arms around you," Kendall sang, "and nothing even matters. Nothing even matters." He couldn't go on because he kept getting choked up. The ambulance came to a screeching halt, and before Kendall could even think, James was out of the ambulance and in the hospital. He climbed out of the ambulance, slowly, and walked over to an empty hospital bench. He saw Logan and Carlos walking up from the parking lot, but didn't acknowledge them.
"Is he okay," Carlos panicked, "I went to his room, and he was gone! I didn't know what to do!"
"It's okay," Logan said soothingly, "We all did the best we could. Maybe James is more sick than we all realized."
"I didn't do the best I could," I cried, "I was his best friend, and I knew exactly how to break him and I did! James will never recover. I've killed him. I thought I loved him, but the way I treated him is not love. It's evil, horrible, and obsessive."
"Hey," Carlos smiled, "You love James, and he loves you. He will be fine! Just have patience."
"I deserve to lose him," Kendall growled, and ran off. Carlos wanted to run after him, but Logan stopped him.
"James will be probably be in surgery for awhile," Logan said, "Lets just go back to my car and see if anyone has been able to get a hold of Mrs. Diamond." The two boys walked back through the parking lot to Logan's black Lincoln Navigator. They climbed into the back seat and Carlos pulled out his phone. Before dialing Mrs. Knight, he pushed the speakerphone button.
"Hello," Mrs. Knight answered, "Is everything okay, Carlos? Where is everyone? I heard an ambulance was here. Is it Kendall?"
"No," Carlos replied, "It was James, he escaped and tried to come home."
"It's Logan," Logan spoke up, "He had some sort of fever. Mrs. Knight, where is Mrs. Diamond?"
"She is on a flight right now," Mrs. Knight responded, "She just got our messages, and she should be landing soon. Don't worry boys, I am on my way." Carlos pushed end, and threw his phone into the passenger seat before settling in the crook of Logan's arm. He nuzzled his face into Logan's chest and inhaled his clean scent. It was a scent that was just so...Logan. Carlos looked up at him and instinctively pushed his lips into the other boys, who responded with a gentle kiss of his own. They, begrudgingly, pulled away.
"Things are bad," Carlos said as tears dripped from his big brown eyes.
"Not everything is bad," Logan offered in a sweet tone. He climbed over Carlos and positioned himself on top of him. Carlos' eyes grew wide, unsure of what Logan had in mind. Logan saw this, and was amused. He placed several kisses along the innocent boys jawline before moving to his mouth. Carlos melted into the deep kiss, unaware that Logan was undoing the buttons on his khaki pants. It wasn't until Carlos felt a deep surge of electric in his groin that he even realized that Logan had his hand in his pants and was working the boys hardening member. Logan grinned as Carlos' eyes grew even wider than before. He continued as Carlos writhed in pleasure beneath him. The sight of Carlos' carnal lust was causing his own sex stick to harden. He pulled away from Carlos, who began to whimper, and pressed his body against him. Logan ground his hips into Carlos, slowly, and began kissing him in a deep, lustful kiss. Carlos never felt anything like it.
"I'm not sure if I want to do this," Carlos said quietly, "It feels amazing, but I'm just not sure. Are you mad at me?"
"No," Logan laughed, "It's totally okay. I just wanted to make you feel better."
"You already did," Carlos grinned, "You're the only bright spot of this entire week. Kendall has made me realize that you shouldn't hide how you feel."
"I agree," Logan said, "But sometimes, if you are unsure, maybe it's not best to say anything."
"Okay," Carlos stated, "But I am sure, now more than ever. Maybe, I was afraid before and maybe you are still afraid but, after everything, nothing else matters. I love you, Logan Mitchell. I love you more than anything in the entire world. I'm not afraid of that love, anymore, and I don't care what anyone else says."
"You are so amazing," Logan drawled, "You have the courage that I don't have. You have the courage to say what I felt, but was terrified of. Carlos Garcia, you are my everything. I love you too, and I want nothing more than to be with you."
"Just not in a car," Carlos laughed, "I saved myself for you, Logan, now all I ask is that you make it special."
"Anything for you, Carlitos!"
"Who would have ever thought we would be the ones to have everything figured out," Carlos laughed as he settled into the seat. There was a knock on the tinted window, and Logan lowered it. Before them stood a tall, thin woman, more stunning than any other woman they had seen before. They recognized her as Brooke Diamond, Queen of Midwestern Cosmetics.
"Well you boys have certainly been busy," She grinned, "I knew it was only a matter of time before you four became little couples. I always knew Kendall was perfect for my Jamesy."
"Mrs Diamond," Logan greeted her, "It is always a pleasure to see you."
"Mrs Diamond," Carlos cried happily, "I'm sixteen now, and I'm in a band, and I go to school!"
"Carlos, you haven't changed a bit," Brooke intoned nasally, "Now, if you two are done with your little hormone exchange, we need to go find my son. Where the hell is Kendall? Logan, call him."
"Of course," he replied in a tone that screamed of a scolded child. Brooke Diamond was terrifying. They crossed the parking lot and entered Cedars-Sinai. The boys, knowing where James' room was, lead Mrs. Diamond. She followed quickly. They stood outside for a minute, before she lost her patience and entered the room. After a minute, a doctor rushed out quickly, looking scared for his life.
"Nurse," he called, "Get that boy into a private suite, immediately."
"Of course," the nurse replied, and ran off quickly. The staff was no stranger to celebrities and their diva tantrums. Of course, this diva was only being difficult because she didn't know how to show pain or grief. She exited her son's room and sat on a nearby chair. Her eyes, blank. Her mouth, closed. She struggled to maintain composure.
"Brooke," a female voice called. It was Mrs. Knight. She walked to the chair Brooke was sitting in and sat down next to her, "I'm so sorry about your son."
"Yeah," Brooke sneered, "Well, you should be. What the hell is going on out here, Jennifer? You're supposed to be looking after our sons, yet mine is laying in a hospital bed."
"Because he tried to kill himself," Jennifer responded coldly, "It seems dramatic antics run in the family."
"And it seems that self righteous indignation runs in yours," Brooke growled back, "If your son was even half a man, my son wouldn't be here right now and if you were even remotely close to being in the same hemisphere of being a good mother-"
This earned a hard slap across the face, from Jennifer to Brooke. Jennifer immediately apologized and stood up to walk away. Brooke grabbed her hand.
"Don't," Brooke said evenly, "I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to take this out on you. I am just not sure how to react. I love my son. I love him more than myself, and seeing him like this is killing me."
"Don't you worry," Jennifer reassured, " James will be fine!"
"Excuse me," a doctor interrupted, earning a glare from Brooke, "We have that room ready, and some test results as well. It seems James' fever has broken, and we have him on an antibiotic to help him recover from the infection. Other than that, James is going to be fine. It is hospital procedure that a suicide attempt is dealt with by 3 days of inpatient therapy, and if he is determined to be be okay, he should be able to leave after that. Don't be surprised if he seems groggy, or tired, the anesthesia we have given him is quite strong."
With that, the doctor was gone, and Brooke breathed a sigh of relief.. Physically, James was going to be okay, now it was time to deal with the mental aspect. James slept as he was wheeled out of his room, and down the hall towards the elevator. His body might be okay, but his spirit still seemed broken. Brooke began to cry softly, for the first time since learning of her son's near death.
"He seemed so broken," she cried, "It was like he wasn't my little boy."
"Mrs. Diamond," Logan spoke up, "James hasn't been your little boy for awhile now. He's grown up and he is in a lot of pain."
"Are you trying to tell me how to parent," she growled, "Because if you are, then maybe I should take him away from this world. I would do it, but I am afraid that would kill him more than anything."
"No," Logan exclaimed, "I just want to prepare you for some of the changes James has been going through,"
"I can handle that myself," she sneered, "I'm his mother, and I am going to be the one to fix him."