Whoppie! Back to school for me today! (Jokes I'm totally not excited someone please stab me so I don't have to go back…. Haha I'm kidding, I don't hate school…that much) anyway do you people know how much easier it was to write this chapter? It just flew, when you have something you want to say everything just comes so much easier! This is what you've all been waiting for! Shall be an epic show down. That's all I'm saying, you'll just have to read.

Now on a completely irrelevant topic, I saw Sanctum yesterday. That new James Cameron movie in 3D about caves and with that super cute Aussie boy Rhys Wakefield or something. Yes, I saw that and well critics gave it a really bad review, and I might be bias but I LOVED it and felt the need to tell everyone. I also recommend everyone go see it. I seriously LOVED it and I HATE 3D movies. So yea, you guys should seriously go check it out.

Now back to the topic at hand, I do not own Big Time Rush.

Enjoy!

That night James and Carlos stayed at their own houses for the night, but promised they would be over first thing in the morning with fresh suppliers. Neither Logan nor Kendall were completely sure what that really meant.

Mrs. Knight had insisted that Logan set up in the spare room for the night and Kendall stay in his own room. She was worried that him staying on the couch was affecting his recovery. He needed to sleep in a proper bed. Although while all the boys were in her house it was hard to get them to leave Logan alone for 10 minutes let alone make him sleep in a completely different room. It made her proud to see how much they cared for each other.

So that night in the Knight House hold, everybody had an early night, trying to make Logan better as soon as possible. He had seemed fine at dinner, he hadn't coughed too much and ate a decent amount of food that Mrs. Knight had given to him. Not as much as he should have, but a decent amount. So Mrs. Knight did not think that Kendall screaming at the top of his lungs barging into her room going on about "Logan cant breath and I don't know what to do!" was a possibility for that night.

She was wrong.

Mrs. Knight quickly followed Kendall into the spare bedroom to find Logan sitting up, tears streaking down his face coughing hysterically.

"Logan honey calm down," Mrs. Knight said as calmly as possible and pulled Logan into her tight embrace. He didn't pull away or flinch, he just simply continued to cry and cough barely being able to breathe.

"Sweetie, I need you to calm down. Breath," She asked him rubbing his back.

"I-I-I cant, can't breathe properly," Logan managed to hack out between coughs.

"Mom is he going to be okay?" Kendall asked in a shaky voice. His best friend looked as if he was slowly and loudly dying in his mother's arms. This was not good.

Mrs. Knight gave him a desperate look and put her hand on the smaller boy's forehead. He was really warm, far too warm for her liking. She didn't even need to get the thermometer to make her next decision. Although it wasn't like he would stop coughing long enough to actually get a reading anyway.

"Kendall call 911, Logan's going to need an ambulance,"

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"What the hell man?" James asked as he picked up his cell phone, he looked to the clock beside his bed.

Four freaking thirty in the morning.

"This had better be good," He added angrily.

"Logan's in the hospital," Kendall's voice replied emotionless. It had been a long 2 hours. Logan had been rushed to the hospital at 2:30am. Kendall and his mom had dropped Katie off at her nanas and quickly followed him. They had then been told to wait in the waiting room until further notice. Just 20 minutes ago had they been told what was going on, and it had not come easily. The doctor had been reluctant to telling Mrs. Knight about Logan due to the fact that he was not her son. Once she had loudly explained that she had been caring for the sick boy for over a week while his dead beat dad was away and that she cared for him just like he was her own son, the doctor had explained the situation and let them see Logan.

It had turned out there was nothing dangerously wrong with Logan. He had woken up during the night only to be welcomed with a panic attack. Kendall knew from past experience Logan was not new to panic attacks. He had them when his mother had first died, when he was severely bullied at school and when the weight of his 15 year old life just became too much. Kendall had been present for a few of them and was always there to comfort him when he needed it. However it had never occurred to Kendall that Logan had attacks when he wasn't there, he didn't want to imagine how many he had experienced alone with no one there to comfort him.

So panic attacks he could deal with, but according to the doctor because he is sick the anxiety from the attack combined with his coughing caused it to be worse than anything before. Once the ambulance had come he was put straight in an oxygen mask to help him breathing and there he passed out. He was currently just sleeping but with an oxygen mask nearby just in case he woke up an had another attack. He was now just being kept in for 24 hours on observation. If they hadn't called the ambulance when they did things may have gone worse.

"What?" James voice dropped any anger in previously held.

"Logan woke up this morning and had a panic attack. He couldn't breathe, we called the ambulance and they put him in an oxygen mask. He's alright now, he's just sleeping," Kendall's voice hardly held any emotion. James knew he only did this when he was truly terrified, he could see he's best friend trying not to cry on the other end of this phone.

"H-he's okay though?" James asked.

Kendall sighed, "Now."

"What do you mean now?" James asked.

"I don't know, I mean he's fine now. But if we hadn't called them ambulance then… I don't know. He couldn't breathe James!" Kendall said starting to become panic-stricken.

James was silent on the other end of the phone taking in the information, they had almost lost there best friend.

"I'll call Carlos and we'll be there in 30 minutes," James said.

Kendall nodded. He didn't bother telling James there was nothing he could do here and might as well stay at home and try to get some sleep. He knew he wouldn't, "Okay."

James hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed. He rummaged through his closet looking for jeans and a jacket while dialing Carlos number he knew off by heart.

"MOM! MOM! WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL! ITS LOGAN!"

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Within 27 minutes James and Carlos along with James's mom reached the hospital. After slightly terrorizing the hospital, the patients in it and abusing the staff Mrs. Knight, Kendall, Carlos, James and Mrs. Diamond were all cramped into Logan's small hospital room at 5 in the morning. Logan was still sleeping and Kendall sat on the chair closet to him just watching the smaller boy's chest move up and down.

James and Carlos sat on the other side of Logan's bed on chairs and a strange dark feeling filled the room, keeping each boy quite in his own world. They all knew he was going to wake up at some point, the doctor was confident in that. It was just a panic attack and a cold, he was simply in here now for observation. But that didn't stop the three boys from worrying about their smaller best friend.

Mrs. Knight and Mrs. Diamond were standing in the corner talking quietly about Logan. Mrs. Diamond had been woken up by James yelling something about hospital and Logan. At first she had been ridiculously mad until she had found James franticly looking for his jacket, trying to call Carlos and almost in tears. After realizing how distort her son was and knowing that nothing she said was going to make him calm down she quickly got dressed and drove to Carlos's to take them to the hospital.

"How could someone do this to their own child?" Mrs. Knight whispered to Mrs. Diamond so the boys wouldn't hear.

"I have no idea, he's so sweet to. He doesn't deserve this," She replied.

Mrs. Knight contemplated this for a moment, "You know what. He doesn't, stay here with the boys will you?"

Mrs. Diamond nodded and Mrs. Knight quickly left the room. She kept walking until she was outside the hospital and turned on her phone. Looking through the contacts she kept flicking until she reached the number she was looking for.

Lucas Mitchell.

"Hello?" A tried voice on the other end of the phone answered.

"Mr. Mitchell?" She asked anger clear in her voice.

"Yes this is him, may I help you?"

"This is Mrs. Knight, Kendall's mother."

There was a pause. Surely he wasn't trying to remember who Kendall is. Is he? Mrs. Knight thought angrily.

"The women who your son has been staying with while he's been sick this past week."

"Right," He said quickly composing himself, "How is he?"

"He is in the hospital."

"What? Why? How?" He asked and Mrs. Knight was happy that she heard worry in his voice.

"He had a panic attack, due to his illness there were complications and he couldn't breathe properly. He's fine now, but he's not in a good state."

"Oh."

Oh? Oh was all he had to say?

"Excuse me Lucas, your son is in the hospital right now and all you have to say is 'oh'? That is not good enough!" She said angrily.

"Wait, excuse me? Are you telling me how to raise my son?"

"No I'm not, because in order to do that you'd actually have to raise him. Or I don't know, be there for him, at all." She said sarcastically.

"I raise my son just fine." He defended getting mad.

"Oh really? Well you weren't the one who took him to the hospital. You also weren't the one who looked after him while he was sick."

"I was working, Logan knows that, we've talked about it. He's fine about it," He said confidently.

"Is he really Mr. Mitchell? Did you know he flinches from adults touch? Did you know he didn't tell anyone he was sick afraid they'd turn him away? Did you know he doesn't complain afraid of being a burden? Did you know he has nightmares? And panic attacks? Did you know he cries whenever you send him one of your distant text messages? Do you know what you do to that boy?"

"W-w-hat? I-I-I didn't know, he never told me…"

"Yes because you're never home!"

"He knows I work,"

"No, the only thing that boy knows is that you won't go close to him because he reminds you too much of your dead wife. Well she is dead Mr. Mitchell, but Logan isn't. Logan is here without a father too look up to or talk to. Logan is here barely breathing and the first thing he's going to ask me is where is he's father. The only answer I'm going to be able to give him is that his not here because he doesn't care."

"Its not like that," He said desperately.

"Then what is it like Mr. Mitchell? Because the only thing I know is that you have an amazing talented, smart son who you haven't bothered to try and get to know. He is lovely and polite and adorable but you wouldn't know that because you don't know him. He is a fantastic boy and he deserves a lot better than to be treated like this."

"I-I-," He couldn't say anything, no words were coming to this man.

"He thinks you don't care. I will not let this boy go through life thinking his not worthy of parental love Mr. Mitchell. He means far too much to me and the boys to do that. Maybe you should think about that sir," Mrs. Knight said and hung up.

So like I hope I didn't disappoint with the massive show down, the next chapter sure will be interesting. I can't decide if I want Lucas Mitchell to come and be a great father or blow him off and be a jerk. Epic choices that can change lives here people.

Now if you like Kendall (Like who doesn't? he's adorable) I wrote a story featuring mainly him, and those dreaded pox. You should really go check it out if you like whump, Kendall, fluff and not horrible writing (hopefully ) it would be mega ubber awesome if you check it out.

Also EVERYBODY should go check out 'CheekyBrunette' BTR story titled 'Back in the day'. That story is awesome.

I know nobody actually ever listens to me in these A/N but it's fun to pretend :P haha

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