Long chapter! SwapUPWindowsDOWN and I worked really hard with this one :)

Logan shivered slightly, standing there with nothing on the too part of his body. Mama Knight brought herself back to the present and gently instructed Logan to take his pants and underwear off.

Logan's arms wrapped around his torso timidly, "W-why?" He whispered fearfully.

Mama Knight smiled kindly. "So you can get clean in the bath, baby" she told him, trying not to sound intimidating.

Logan's mouth formed a small 'o' shape. His fingers found the waistband of both items of clothing and slowly slipping them down, blushing as red as a tomato. Mama Knight smiled again to let him know it was alright. Having Kendall and his friends, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. She kept her eyes away from the lower part of his body to spare his pride. Turning back to the bath, she reached for the bubble bath, squeezing in a generous amount. As the bubbles rose, Logan's eyes lit up.

"Bubbles! There's bubbles! It's magic!" Logan cheered.

Mama Knight chuckled over his childish innocence. Seeing he could not wait, she scooped him up and placed him in. Now the washing began.

Logan's eyes lit up when he saw some of the bubbles pop. His giggle was priceless and brought a huge smile to Mama Knight's face. He was just about the most precious little kid ever.

"They're fun, aren't they, baby?" Mrs. Knight cooed.

Logan nodded eagerly, "they're soo...soo...magical!" He blushed, splashing around in the water. Mrs. Knight tapped Logan's nose and grinned.

Getting back to the business at hand, the mother of now three took a wash cloth and shower wash, a big dollop going onto it. Logan was already distracted by the bubbles, happily splashing about. She gently scrubbed his back first, putting to herself as she realized she could see Logan's spine and shoulder blades. As she was moving round to his front, something of Kendall's caught his eye. A small, red and blue boat sat perched on a shelf, not having been used for years. She quickly stood up and grabbed the bath time toy, settling back down in the same spot as before.

"Baby, look what I've found" she says attracting his attention.

His eyes follow her hand as she places the boat in the water and pushes it with her fingers. He takes over, pushing the boat along and making noises to go with it. Mama Knight chuckled at the little boy, moving onto his hair.

Mrs. Knight put some L'oreal Kids strawberry shampoo onto her hands. The pink gel seeped a little through her fingers.

"What's that?" Logan questioned, his big round eyes growing larger with excitement, "It smells good."

"It's shampoo, honey." Mrs. Knight grinned, "It's to wash your hair."

"Won't it make my hair sticky?" The shampoo resembled food to Logan, probably because he had never seen that kind of soap before.

Mama Knight placed here soapy hands into Logan's long brown hair and began to scrub. Logan giggled at the fact that his head was now covered in bubbles as well. Mama Knight smiled and turned on the shower to rinse his hair.

"It feels like it's raining!" Logan beamed until some soap got into his eyes. Luckily it was a 'no tear' brand. Mrs. Knight handed him a small towel to wipe his face and get rid of the soap.

"Ok sweetie, let's get you dried off." Mrs. Knight wrapped a towel around the small boy's body and scooped him up into her arms.

Logan nuzzled his head into her shoulder as he was carried to the laundry room. Mama Knight sat him down in a chair and opened the dryer, pulling out a long sleeve flannel shirt and some plaid pajama pants.

"These will be a little big, honey, but they'll keep you warm." Mrs. Knight used the towel to dry off Logan's body, before pulling the shirt over his head and the pants onto his tiny waist.

She tied the string of the pants really tight so they wouldn't fall down as much. She couldn't do much about the shirt, though...it drooped off of his shoulders a little and the sleeves came way past his hands. Mama Knight took her blow dryer and dried the brunette's hair a little bit. She then took her hands and slicked it up right in the front. She did have to admit that he looked pretty darn adorable.

When she had put everything away, she helped Logan get down.

"Why don't you go and rejoin Kendall, James, Carlos and Katie?" She asked.

Logan nodded happily and ran out of the room, slightly tripping on the pajama bottoms that dragged along the floor. She really needed to get him some new clothes. When little Logan entered the living room again, the boys and Katie had to cover up the 'awwhs' that left their mouths. Kendall went over to the little one who was rubbing his eyes, obviously exhausted, and picked him up, sitting down with him on his lap. They were watching some sort of soap opera and forgot just how adult themed the story lines could be. For one moment they were watching a family having dinner and the next, the parents were yelling and hitting the lids. Logan's eyes widened his breathing quicker as he remembered just what he went through with his parents. Suddenly, he couldn't see the kind people that had taken him in. He couldn't see the nice, homely place he was in now. Instead, he saw his dad towering over him whilst he was on the floor of their kitchen, his mom watching from the side. And Logan couldn't be more scared.

"You've been a bad boy, Logan." Mr. Mitchell snickered, "...do you know what that means?"
Logan was only able to let a small whimper escape from his mouth.
"You're not going to cry, now are you?" Mrs. Mitchell budded in, with pure evil leaking from her mouth.
Logan shook his head quickly, trying to prevent tears from rolling down his face.
"Good, that means you can have the big boy punishment, then." Mr. Mitchell grabbed his son's arm.
Logan felt fear take over his body as he was dragged over to the oven. He watched as he father flicked on the flames and lifted his body closer to them. Before Logan could try and stop him, his hand had been submerged into the fire. The raven haired boy bit his lip, trying to not start screaming or sobbing, knowing that'd only anger his parents even more.
After a few seconds had past, he was thrown down to the ground in pure pain and agony. His face sent a kick right to his stomach.
"Worthless like poor excuse for a son." Mr. Mitchell growled as him and his wife left Logan in the kitchen.

Logan could now feel tears rolling down his cheeks as he sat on Kendall's lap.
"Logan, what's wrong?" Kendall questioned.
All Logan could do was throw himself onto Kendall's chest and cry even more, he was scared and nervous and not sure of what to say.

Kendall was momentarily surprised by Logan's boldness, but sprang into action.

"Hey, shh, shh, it's alright. Can you tell me what's wrong Logie?" he asked, feeling the small body shake his head and clutch the top he was wearing for dear life. Kendall got the subtle hint.

Logan just wanted him to hold him whilst he cried. Kendall rubbed the small child's back in comforting circles whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Logan's sobs began to slow down until he was sniffling with the occasional hiccup. Kendall continued to rub his back, knowing his new little brother was extremely unsettled at the moment.

"What's wrong, Logie?" Carlos asked from where he, James and Katie had moved, in front of them on the floor. Logan managed to pull his face out of Kendall's chest and look at him.

"M-m-y-d-d-dad-dy-h-he t-took h-an-d-burnt-b-bad-b-b-oy" he replied, speaking in choppy sentences. They were able to fill in the blanks though.

"Logie, did your daddy...did he burn you? Your hand?" James asked, disturbed at the fact a father could hurt such an adorable little boy. Logan nodded regretfully.

"B-b-ut I w-was a b-bad b-boy" he told them. After all he was. He got his mommy the wrong kind of flowers for mother's day with the little money he had saved up. He should have known she liked yellow roses, not red. If that wasn't bad, then what was?

"Why? What did you do? Nothing deserves to be burnt, Logie" Kendall said softly. Logan hiccupped again.

"I-I got my mommy flowers she didn't l-like" he whispered, afraid they would all suddenly turn on him. There was no hiding the disbelief or shock on their faces or the gasp that left Katie's mouth.

"Logie, that's not a reason to be burnt or even punished for that matter. That was a small mistake...not even that. Logie, you weren't a bad boy at all, I promise you'll never get treated that way again" Kendall told Logan, hugging him even tighter. Logan looked up at him, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"Really?"

Kendall smiled and kissed Logan on the top of his head, "Really. Now, come on little man, I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Logan sniffled and nodded as Kendall scooped him up into his arms, "Come on, baby bro, we'll tuck you in."

James, Carlos, and Katie followed Kendall upstairs. Logan hiccupped into Kendall's shoulder, trying to steady his breathing.

"Shhh...it's ok...shhh." Kendall continued to coo, feeling so incredibly bad for the tiny boy. Who burns their child for buying the wrong kind of flower?

Once up in the guest bedroom, Kendall lied Logan down and tucked him in, placing a kiss to the small boy's forehead.

"Ke-ndall...m-my throat hurts." Logan whimpered.

"Maybe we should take his temperature." Katie suggested, grabbing the thermometer from the bedside table.

"good idea, little sis." Kendall took the thermometer and placed it into Logan's little mouth. Once it beeped, again, Logan was startled, but not as bad as before.

"103.6..." Kendall sighed, "Should I get my mom?"

"That might be a good idea." James nodded.

"I'll get her." Carlos offered as he went to go and find Mama Knight.

"What's wrong boys?" Mrs. Knight questioned.

"Logie's temperature went up, and he was complaining about his throat hurting." Kendall explained.

Mrs. Knight sat next to Logan and brushed the hair out from in front of his face, "What's wrong, honey?"

A few violent coughs slipped out from Logan's mouth, "...'m throat h-hurts." Tears trickled down Logan's face.

"Would you like some water, sweetie?" Mrs. Knight questioned.
Logan failed to answer though, instead a coughing fit began. He started to hack and gag. The small boy couldn't catch his breath as he coughed. Tears slid down his cheeks as he face began to turn a slight shade of blue.

"Logie, sweetie pie, calm down." Mrs. Knight rubbed circled on his back.

The second Logan stopped coughing, he hunched over the side of the bed and dry heaved before vomiting. He still panted, gasping for air.

"Shh, it's ok..." Kendall said softly.

Logan shook his head, crying once again, "S-sorry...I-I'll c-clean i-it."

"Don't be ridiculous Logan...rest; I'll take care of it." Mrs. Knight replied.

"N-No...I-I a-am c-causing y-you t-trouble, I...I'm s-sorry, I-I'm s-sorry." Logan wept hysterically.

"Logie, sweetie, you aren't causing me any trouble at all."

"P-p-promise?" Logan sniffled.

"Promise." Mrs. Knight hugged the tiny boy.

Once the carpet was cleaned, Mrs. Knight noticed that Logan had been sleeping, so she flicked the lap off and kissed his cheek. The raven haired boy slept peacefully through most of the night, until another memory decided to dance through his dreams and scare the living daylight out of the poor child.

Logan was tossing and turning in his bed, sweat dripping off him in layers as he fought to get out of the terrible nightmare memory that had him in its grasp. But all the struggling was to no avail as he just sunk deeper into the abyss of horror filled sleep.

He was in the basement this time. He was about 6 years old, turning 7 in 3 days actually, not that his parents would remember. His dad had found him coloring, a nice picture of a little doggy running after a ball. Then his dad ripped it up.

"What do you think you're doing?! Only girls color! Are you a girl, Logan? Huh? You sure act like one!" His father was enraged now. Logan could only whimper as he watched his dad tear the whole coloring book up.

"You know what? I'm gonna make sure you never wanna color again. On that chair, now!" He pointed a long finger at a chair in the corner of the room.

Logan scrambled to get there, knowing being slow would only make his dad more angry. Mr. Mitchell untied his belt, but not for the reason Logan thought. He tied the belt tight around him, pinning his arms and legs, along with his body, against the chair in one straight line.
"Gonna teach you Logan, gonna teach you not to be a girl and color" Mr. Mitchell muttered under his breath, though Logan still heard.

He flexed his big, meaty hands and grabbed Logan's small, bony one. He placed his fingers round the thumb and in one swift motion Pop!

"Ahhh!" Logan screamed as the thumb was dislocated.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The other fingers joined the thumb, leaving Logan sobbing in pain and his fingers limp and useless.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The other had followed its partner, Logan now crying hysterically, wailing, and screaming. He definitely couldn't color now. Mr. Mitchell tugged the belt harshly away from him and walked back up basement stairs, locking the door and shouting…

"Bet you won't be such a girl now!"

Logan just continued to sob, the dream lasting and lasting for as long as it could. Why couldn't he just wake up?

Logan shot up and began crying openly. Just thinking about what had happened made his fingers hurt again. The small boy struggled to bring in any air do to all of the sobbing. He grabbed the little blanket that rested on his bed and hugged it tight to him for comfort before getting up dizzily. He noticed that the TV in Katie's room had been turned off, so she must have been sleeping. He also realized that James and Carlos probably went home because of how late it was. That left Kendall, because he also noticed how Mrs. Knight's TV had been turned off. The tiny, shivering boy, made his way slowly to the blonde's room, still trying to stop crying hysterically.

"K-ke-kendall..." Logan tapped Kendall's shoulder.

The blonde turned over to his other side, facing Logan, "Logan? What are you doing up?" Kendall's voice was still thick from sleeping.

"I-I h-had a-a night-nightmare." Logan whimpered.

Kendall flicked the lamp on and sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. All of his focus was now on the tiny sick boy.

The blonde picked the small boy up and placed him in the bed, lying next to him. Logan curled into his chest, crying his little eyes out. Kendall just rubbed his back like before. He got his comforting side from his mother and he was glad he did. Logan was now calm enough to talk, telling Kendall of his gruesome nightmare, showing him the marks that were still there from the horrible bruises he had required the day after and the little pinky that had grown back slightly crooked. Kendall just held Logan tighter. What more could these parents have done? Kendall guessed a lot.

"Like I said earlier, Logie, you'll never be treated like that again. I'll protect you. I'm your big brother now" he told him.

"And James and Carlos?" Logan asked. Kendall chuckled.

"And James and Carlos" Logan smiled and snuggled up to his big brother. Then he had a thought.

"Can I open the door a bit? It's really dark" he inquired timidly. Kendall grinned at the shyness and Logan went to open the door, but he never got there. He tripped on the still too long pajama bottoms and fell, smacking his head on a table.

"Logan!" Kendall ran over to see a big gash on Logan's head bleeding loads. Logan himself was looking around dazed.

"Kenny? Where am I? Where am I Kenny?" He asked, slightly slurring his words and looking confused. Kendall's eyes widened in fright.

"You're in our house, Logie. Don't you remember? Do you know what just happened?" He asked alarmed. Logan shook his head lazily.

"Noooo, I dofnt rememmmmbbber. You're funny Kenny" Logan replied waving his hand about in Kendall's face, taking three attempts to poke his nose. "'M sleeeepy Kenny...gonna sleeeep" his eyes fluttered shut and Kendall's heart beat rapidly.

"No Logie! You can't sleep buddy! Wake up! Stay awake, ok?" He patted Logan's cheek until his eyes opened.

"But Kenny, 'm tirreeed" he whined. Kendall could feel tears in his eyes as he said "Logie, please stay awake. You just hit your head really hard and if you fall asleep it'll be really bad, just hold on." Logan nodded, eyes opening slightly wider, but still drooping. Kendall knew if Logan fell asleep, he may not wake up again.

"Mom!" Kendall shouted. "Mom! Quick! It's urgent! It's Logan!" Kendall yelled his head off.
"It's gonna be ok, Logie, just hold on."

"K-Kenshnall." Logan sobbed, "M-my h-head h-hurshs, I-I wanna shleep." He slurred.

"You can't...MO-OM!" Kendall tried again.

Mrs. Knight came running through the door urgently, "What's wrong boys?"

"Logan hit his head on the table and he's bleeding." Kendall gasped, trying to calm the small hurt boy down.

Mrs. Knight turned the light on and kneeled next to Logan, "Oh my." She gasped when she saw his head bleeding rapidly.

"Mom, I'm worried." Kendall moaned.

"He'll be ok, Kenny...can you go and get me one of your old t-shirts and a water bottle?"

Kendall nodded and went to retrieve the items. When he came back he instantly handed them to his mom.

"I'm sorry about doing this, Logan, but you can't fall asleep." Mrs. Knight sighed, taking the water bottle and dumping it over the small boy's head.

"C-cold." He whimpered.

"I'm sorry baby." Mrs. Knight took the shirt and pressed it to Logan's head to slow the bleeding down.

As Mama Knight held the t-shirt turned towel to his forehead, Logan's eyes became even more glazed. His eyes widened in amazement and frankly, he didn't look all there.

"Pretty" he said as he reached up to feel Mama Knight's brownish/reddish hair, playing with the locks that slightly curled at the bottom. Kendall's eyes bugged at the strange behavior his little brother was showing.

"M-mom, why's he saying that?" he asked, not sure what to do.

He knew that if they called 911, which was looking a likely possibility even though his mom used to be a nurse, may mean that Logan could be taken away from them because they hadn't adopted him yet.

"I think he's slightly delirious, he probably has a small concussion, the most important thing is to make sure he doesn't fall-Logan! Logan baby, come on, stay awake!" she cried as the mentioned closed his eyes again. He groaned and opened his eyes again, looking a mixture of angry and confused.

"I, 'M tirfeered, shleep now. Who...you?" his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, puzzlement crossing his face. "You...you noft my parwrents, who you? Wheeere am I?" he repeated over and over, getting himself worked up and agitated and not helping Kendall's state of sudden panic.

"You're staying with us, Logie! I'm Kendall and that's my mom and Katie-" as he said this, the 10 year old happened to walk into the bedroom, wondering what all the commotion was. She took one look at the sight of her family surrounding her little brother. Seeing the tears made her realize something was wrong, very wrong.

"What happened to Logie?" she gasped as she saw the gash. Kendall explained in sentences that ran over each other, how Logan had tripped and banged his head and now...how he seemed to not remember anything.

"Logan you have to remember! You have to!" the usually strong and confident girl broke down, much like her older brother was doing.

Mama Knight was silently putting to herself, the bleeding had started up and was now running like water out of a hosepipe. She wished that soon, this would all be over and everyone would be alright. All she could do was hope.

"Come on Logie, please..." Kendall placed a hand to Logan's shoulder, but the small boy flinched.

"N-no d-daddy, p-please d-don't hurt m-me." Logan whimpered.

"Logan, it's Kendall, you're dad isn't here." Kendall tried to stay as calm as possible.

"P-please s-stop." Logan cried.

"Kenny, he's not with us right now...we just have to let this run its course and hope for the best." Mama Knight continued to hold pressure to the cut on Logan's head.

"But mom!" Kendall yelled, "He's scared, he thinks he being hurt."

"There really isn't anything we can do." Mrs. Knight sighed.

"...'m sleshpy...ishwant to sheleep." Logan slurred.

"No, Logie, you can't do that." Mrs. Knight replied.

"W-why, m-my head h-hurshts an-and Ish w-wansha it to shstop."

Mrs. Knight felt her heart breaking. The poor child had been through so much; too much for any little kid to go through.

"I know Logie, I know" Kendall said softly, gently taking the cloth from his mother and pulling Logan into his arms and onto his lap. Logan himself was crying, not fully understanding why he couldn't go to sleep like he wanted and why his head hurt so badly.

"Ishwant sheleeep!" he sobbed, thrashing around weakly in Kendall's arms.

Kendall wasn't sure what he was trying to achieve, but didn't dare let go of him. Eventually the futile struggles turned into wails and whimpers. The little boy had paled a sickly white, his cheeks tinged scorching red. When Kendall placed his flat palm against the little forehead, he had to bring it back quickly to avoid getting burnt. It was that hot.

"Is he burning up?" Mama Knight guessed. Kendall nodded and she reached for the thermometer that had been placed on the counter.

"Open up, baby" she said, trying to push the small device into Logan's mouth.

Logan was having none of it though, the thrashing starting up again as he yelled

"No! No! No!" Between one of the high pitched yells, Mama Knight managed to put the thermometer in and under his tongue.

Kendall hated the fact that to keep the thermometer in his mouth, he had to hold his little brothers mouth shut, but he knew they would never get a reading otherwise. Logan soon gave up and just lay in Kendall's arms scowling. He was out of it and didn't recognize what the thermometer was. For all he knew, it could be something horrible. When Kendall took the thermometer out, he read the figures that seemed unreal.

"105.7" he told her shocked. He looked to his mom in even more fright than before. Katie, who had dropped to her knees next to her mom, also looked scared.

"Right, we need to get it down! Logan? Logan!" she shook the little boy in Kendall's arms who had buried his face away. She got no response and after turning him around...

"He's asleep! Logan! Logan, wake up!" Katie shrieked, hitting her brother frantically and sobbing whilst doing so.

"Logan! Logan, please wake up! Please! Mom! What do we do now?" Kendall sobbed hysterically for the little brother in his arms.

Mrs. Knight quickly was racking her mind for answers. She should know the answer to Kendall's question; she was a nurse for crying out loud! She knew Logan probably needed to be rushed into the ER, but she couldn't risk losing him to some sort of orphanage...then again, would it be worse to let him suffer like this. She placed the shirt on the ground, and felt sudden relief that the small boy's head has stopped bleeding. She had a different challenge now though, he was unconscious and his fever was rising.

"Logan..." Mrs. Knight shook his shoulders, "Logan, please...wake up sweetie...pleease..." She continued to shake his shoulders slowly, not wanting to startle or scare him if he were to wake up.

"Mom, please wake him up!" Kendall cried.

"I'm trying, Kendall..." Mrs. Knight's voice cracked with fear.

"Mom!" Katie sobbed, wanting her mother to fix her baby brother.

"I know." Mrs. Knight sighed and then turned back to Logan, "Logan, come on sweetie." She ran her hand across his forehead again, feeling tears rush to her eyes. He had only gotten warmer than he was a few minutes ago.

"Katie, can you go and get me a cold wash cloth?" Mrs. Knight mumbled, trying to keep her cool.

"Yes." Katie replied immediately.

She dashed out of the room and into her bathroom. Underneath the sink was a pink cloth. She grabbed it and turned her sink on, waiting for the water to get cold.

"Come on! Get cold faster!" Katie thought as she put her fingers under the running tap.

Once it had become cold, she wet the rag and then squeezed the excess moisture from it, so it wouldn't drip all over the carpet. As quickly as she could, Katie made her way back to her mother and Kendall. Mrs. Knight grabbed the cloth and thanked Katie before placing it over Logan's forehead. She kept it there for a little while and then moved onto his stomach, slowly rolling up the sweater and taking it off, then pressing the cold towel to his chest.

"Mom, he's waking up!" Kendall called out, noticing his little brother's eyes blinking open.

Logan didn't say anything; he just wheezed and struggled to stay awake.

"How do you feel, baby?" Mama Knight cooed, brushing the hair out from in front of the tiny boy's face.

"I-I...cansht...breashte." Logan managed to mumble in between small 'bark-y' coughs.

"Kendall, do you know where I keep the Vicks VapoRub?" Mrs. Knight questioned her older blonde son.
"Yeah, in the medicine cabinet down stairs, right?"

Mama Knight nodded, "Can you get it for me, honey?"

Kendall got up without saying anything else and made his way down the stairs as quickly as possible. He walked into the bathroom that was right beside the kitchen and opened up the mirror that lead him to three small shelves. They all had different things. Creams, medicines, vitamins...all that stuff. Once Kendall saw the blue round container, he grabbed it and headed back upstairs. Mama Knight opened it up and put a little of the substance onto her hands, then rubbing it onto Logan's chest to help him to breathe a little bit better. The small boy looked relieved, but still distressed at the same moment. All they wanted to do was help, but it seemed so hard. What else could they do on their own?

As Logan's breathing began to slow down again, he became aware of another problem. He could remember the day before, all the throwing up and finding out he was sick. The thing was, the sickness was still there and because he was still panting and trying to catch his breath properly, he didn't have any time to tell them that he could feel the bubbly substance elevating up his esophagus like a rocket. Wet coughs replaced the hacking and before he knew it he had thrown up all over himself.

The throw up kept on coming and he began choking on the bits that couldn't escape out of his throat from the position he was laying in. He felt himself being rapidly turned over onto his right side and more puke blasting out of his mouth. A pool of the acidy liquid had formed below his mouth and the putrid smell continued to make him expel his stomach contents. But he didn't have any, he only had a tiny bit of soup and he'd thrown that up. So what had he got left to actually throw up? Looking down at the stuff pouring out of his mouth soon made it clear he wasn't throwing up food or water. No, water wasn't red. Vaguely, over his violent retching he could hear his new mommy telling him it'd be ok, to calm down and that help was going to come. What did she mean by that? He couldn't focus on that at the current moment in time because a harsher round of vomiting started up and he was sent back to puking once more.

Logan coughed and gagged up more chunks of stomach acid and blood. His gut twisted violently as he lied there in agony. His stomach convulsed once again, but this time nothing came out, and Logan was able to feel a slight bit of relief.

"Kendall, can you take Logan into the bathroom and clean him up?" Mama Knight asked, "I'm going to phone Uncle Justin, he's a doctor, he can help us."

Kendall nodded and scooped up Logan into his arms. The tiny boy's big round eyes looked up at the blonde with little hope in his eyes. Kendall nuzzled his nose into the little child's chest, causing Logan to let out a little giggle.

"It's gonna be ok, Logie Bear." Kendall cooed, sitting him down on the floor beside the toilet, just in case he felt sick again. The older boy began to dab Logan's chin with a wipe to clean his face up, until he noticed the green tint to his face.

Logan turned towards the toilet and once again violently expelled the 'contents' of his stomach. Chunks sputtered out from his mouth and into the bowl along with more gooey red stuff. He continued to retch and gag causing his stomach to flip harshly. The acidy smell was disgusting and sent him into another vomiting spell. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he dunked his head further into the toilet to prevent himself from making a mess. After about 5 more minutes of pure torture, the puking slowed down, and all Logan was left doing was dry heaving.

"K-kenny, m-my t-tummy h-hurts." Logan whimpered, throwing himself onto the older boy's chest and crying his eyes out.

"Shh...I know, baby." Kendall ran his fingers through his little brother's hair, "Mommy's calling up a doctor."

"No!" Logan sat up and yelled, looking deep into Kendall's eyes, "...they'll take me away from you." He said shyly and nervously.

"They won't, I promise Logie Bear, I won't let that happen." Kendall hugged the scared little child.

"P-promise." Logan sobbed a little.

"Promise." Kendall rubbed his baby brother's back.

Logan tried to make it back to the toilet in time, but he failed to do so and ended up 'making a mess' all over Kendall's shirt.

"...'m s-s-sorry." Logan choked over his breath, "I-I'm...I'm s-s-sorry." Logan wept.

"It's ok, Logie...stop being so hard on yourself, it's fine." Kendall said softly.

"B-but I..."

Kendall cut him off, "I could never be mad at you, besides it was an accident...are you feeling ok? You've been vomiting violently a lot." Kendall's eyes grew large with concern.

"W-why d-d-do yo-you care about m-me b-b-before y-yourself? I-I don't d-deserve t-that." Logan sniffled.

Kendall's eyes softened.

"Logie, I care about you more because you're my little brother and I love you more than words can say" he replied confidently. Logan looked at him, hope returning to his eyes.

"You love me?" He whispered, not quite believing it. Kendall nodded and after changing his shirt, drew Logan in for a hug.

"I'll always love you, Logie" to prove his point, he even began singing the chorus of the song in an over exaggerated opera style. Despite not feeling his best at the moment, Logan erupted into a fit of bubbly laughs, making Kendall grin as he sung. His little brother was just too cute.

"I'll always love you too Kenny" Logan returned the phrase.

He sung exactly what Kendall did, only not opera style, just with raised eyebrows. Kendall couldn't believe the sweet melody that was leaving Logan's lips. It was like an angel was singing. Yes, Logan was only little, but he sounded like a professional singer. Kendall pulled the little boy into a hug.

"Did you know you can sing really well, Logie?" Kendall asked him.

"No, but you sing really well too Kenny" Logan replied.

The moment was suddenly interrupted by Mama Knight, Katie coming into the room along with Uncle Justin. When Logan saw the strange man he didn't know, he hid behind Kendall who had stood up to greet the man. Justin looked at the small boy peeking round his nephew's legs, technically now his nephew also from what his sister had told him. He crouched down to Logan's height. Kendall stepped aside so Logan was visible. Logan squeaked when his cover was taken away from him and clutched Kendall's pant leg.

"Hello Logan, my name's Uncle Justin. I'm Kendall's and Katie's uncle. And now I'm yours too" he said quietly so as not to scare the small boy. He continued on when he saw a spark of interest in Logan's eyes.

"Do you know what my job is, Logan?" He inquired and received a shy shake of the head in reply.

"I'm a doctor" he said simply. He knew he had Logan's attention when his eyes widened with more interest.

"I'm not going to hurt you Logan, but I need to check you over. Can you let me do that, little guy?" He knew he shouldn't be too fast.

The little boy obviously had trust issues and he was determined to make him see that he was a nice, friendly man.

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