Author's Note: Hey, it's me, bluestring. Sorry for the really long update, I've been busy with school and all. I hope you like this chapter :)

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Logan POV

"Carlos, stay down." I pushed him back down on the bed for the probably, twenty- fifth time.

"But . . ." He sat back up.

"Carlos." I pushed him back down again.

"Why do I have to-?" He whimpered in pain.

"That's why." I covered him with a blanket. "I told you guys this was a stupid idea."

"If it was stupid, then why did you join?" He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

"To make sure that you don't do anything overly stupid and you didn't. You guys just did something stupid." I sighed.

I double checked his room. There was a towel in case he sweats, a small basin in case he vomits, some rolls of tissue and a glass of water. Everything that he needed was prepared.

I decided to go out and I spotted James reading his Cuda Magazine and Kendall was next to him, texting. I sat down across them, tired of persuading Carlos to close his eyes for a while.

Kendall looked up and snapped his phone shut.

"How's Carlos?" He asked me.

"How's Carlos? How's Carlos? Oh, I don't know . . . sick?" I exasperated.

"Logan." James put down his magazine. "You have to chillax. As my mom used to say, stress could make you have wrinkles and wrinkles do not make you pretty. That's why I don't stress out over anything."

"Yeah, you just do those weird girly screams instead." Katie said from behind me.

"No, I don't!" James argued.

"Yes, you do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Guys!" Kendall and I simultaneously scolded.

"It was her fault! She started it." James pointed accusingly at Katie.

"What? No, you started it!" She hollered back at James.

"Stop fighting." Those two words from Mrs. Knight were enough for both of them to be quiet.

"Alright." She resumed with a worried tone. "How's Carlos?"

"Sick." Kendall answered her question.

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. I knew that I was, let's just say, a person who doesn't like to take risks. It wasn't much of an advantage to the guys but I knew that it was a total advantage to Mrs. Knight. Because I was realistic, I was able to protect the guys from getting hurt or getting in danger, I hope.

I knew she trusted me and I let her down.

"I'm sorry. I tried my best to tell them not to. I guess my best wasn't good enough." I hung my head down in shame.

She put two fingers under my chin and lifted it. Her eyes were a mixture of relief and warmth. She smiled.

"You don't have to say sorry. I know some people who are stubborn." She cocked her head at Kendall. "He got it from his father." She whispered.

"Now, Logan, you're the doctor here. What does Carlos need?" She straightened

"Maybe, some ginger ale to settle his stomachache. It's the safest." I told her.

"Alright, doctor." She winked. "I'll be right back."

"And we'll be . . ." I saw James and Kendall through my peripherals.

"Taking care of Carlos while I get some food for him."

"But, but . . ." James stammered. "It's prime sun tanning time. And this . . ." He gestured to his whole body. "Has to be tanned and won't tan itself. So, bye!"

He ran outside the door leaving me speechless.

"Well . . ." Kendall started.

"Oh, no. You're the reason why Carlos is sick."

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll stay here and take care of Carlos."

"Promise me."

"What?"

"Promise me that you'll take care of Carlos. You'll check him every fifteen minutes, see if he needs anything."

"Why do you care about him so much?" He paused and smirked mischievously. "You love him don't you?"

"Kendall! How-how . . ." I stammered, trying to shake off the idea.

"Relax. I'm just kidding. You're such a girl. Taking one thing for another. I mean, you love him as a friend, don't you?" He laughed.

"Yeah." I breathlessly answered. "I knew that."

He shook his head and ushered me to the door.

"I promise. Now, go."

BTR

I walked briskly back home, my plastic bag full of instant corndogs swinging back and forth. Once I opened the door, I took notice of the sound. Or in my case, the lack of it.

I inspected the room. Kendall was nowhere to be found and Carlos' room was closed. Which meant, Kendall never even bothered to check Carlos.

"Wait a minute." I erased the mere thought of Kendall breaking a promise because it was very unlikely of him to do that. Maybe he just checked Carlos and closed the door so that he wouldn't be disturbed. The question now is, where is he?

I popped some corndogs in the microwave. The moment they were cooked, I placed them on a plate and walked to Carlos' room.

"Carlos? I figured you'd be hungry and I do owe you corndogs so I'm coming in." I turned the knob and the sound of groaning welcomed me in.

I almost dropped the food in hurry to get to Carlos. I threw the plate on who-knows-where and practically kicked the door open.

There he was, as white as a blank sheet of paper, bent over the toilet, vomiting. I went to his side and rubbed circles on his back until he was finished. I guided him back to his bed, put the blanket up to his chin like his parents used to do and got the plate of corndogs on the bedside lamp, which I found out landed neatly on Kendall's bed. Then, I went back to clean the mess he made.

As I flushed the toilet first and cleaned the rim, I wondered why he'd go to the bathroom when he had a small basin where he could do it. I guess he was just shy.

I picked up the balls of tissue scattered on the floor and the more I picked up, the more the tissues became coated with something that scared me more than anything else.

Blood.

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