A/N. Lala. Follow missfenway on Tumblr. -shot- And One Man Writing Games because she keeps making me update this and she's an amazing writer so there. This chapter is dedicated to her because I love her so so so so much. I don't own anything.

James rubbed his tired eyes and tried to muffle a yawn. He was exhausted but sleep was an impossibility with Logan clinging to life the way he was. James pulled his hand away from his face and looked down at Logan's pale face. He had always been pale but this was different. He looked seconds from complete and total death.

"James?"

He jumped at the unexpected sound of Kendall's face and tore his gaze away from Logan. "Kendall," He said wearily. "Carlos," He nodded to his two friends standing in the door way. "I thought visiting hours didn't start until eight in the morning."

Kendall didn't answer him at first. He and Carlos were both staring in speechless horror at Logan. Then, taking Carlos' hand, Kendall walked slowly into the room to stand at James' side. "James," He said gently, still staring at Logan. "It's almost 8:30 in the morning."

"What?" James blinked and squinted through heavy lidded eyes at the clock on the wall. He could have sworn that the last time he looked at the clock, which was surely only a few minutes ago, it had only been 10:00 at night. Where had the time gone so quickly. "Oh," He didn't really care.

"Oh, James." Carlos finally spoke then, laying his free hand on James' shoulder. "Didn't you sleep at all?"

James glanced up. "Did either of you?" He asked flatly. When they shook their heads he nodded. "Yeah, I thought so."

"Sorry," Carlos apologized needlessly. "How're you holding up?"

James nearly choked on his disbelief. "Seriously?" He asked, his voice cracking dangerously. "How do you think I'm holding up?" To his dismay tears flooded his eyes, obscuring his vision. He brushed a hand roughly across his face so that he could see Logan again. "He's dying." He whispered. "Logan is dying and I can't do anything to keep him."

"Have you been talking to him?" Kendall asked, feeling stupid because the answer was obvious. James' voice wasn't only hoarse because he had been crying. He had also been talking to Logan all night long. A sigh shuddered through Kendall and he sank down into the chair next to James, pulling Carlos down with him. "Anything?"

The hope in Kendall's voice hurt to hear because James had never heard something so desperate. He reluctantly shook his head. "No. Nothing." He cast his gaze down to the bed where he held onto Logan's tightly. "He won't squeeze my hand or nod or. . . anything."

Carlos leaned forward. "Hey, Logie." He whispered, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You're really worrying us, man. How about you wake up? Please? You're making James a nervous wreck over here." As he spoke, he flung an arm over James' shoulders and gave a tight squeeze. "He needs you, Logan." Now Carlos' voice shook and a tear ran unheeded down his cheek. "We all need you. Please wake up."

"Yeah, come back to us, buddy." Kendall joined in the pleading, his voice soft and unsteady. "We need you to get us out of trouble. We need our genius."

"See, Logan?" James asked, fighting for control. "It's not just me. We all need you." He gave Logan's hand a gentle squeeze and then shut his eyes, hoping for even the smallest response. But the hand in his was just as limp and lifeless as it had been since yesterday. "Come on, Logan." He begged. "Please."

"Jay-" Kendall started as he reached for his distraught best friend.

But James jerked away, knocking into Carlos as he did so. "Don't call me that," He said weakly. He shivered slightly. Jay. Logan's name for him. More than anything he wanted to hear Logan's voice speak his name. He wanted Logan to tell them everything was going to be okay. But that wasn't going to happen. He looked back up and saw the understanding in Kendall's green eyes and immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry," He croaked. "I'm sorry, Kendall."

"Hey," Kendall was caught of guard by James' apology and sudden flow of tears. He pulled him into a hug while Carlos kept a hand on his back. "It's fine, James. You're right. I shouldn't have called you that. You don't need to be sorry for any of this. You're worried and scared. We all are."

"I-I just can't-" James broke off and shook his head, unable to find the words. He could not lose Logan. Not like this. Not when they were both still so young. It wasn't supposed to end this way, so quickly and violently. "If. . . if. . ." He couldn't bring himself to say it. "I never got to say goodbye." He finally said. "Not a real goodbye anyway."

"Which is why he's not going to leave you this way," Carlos tried to sound confident but his voice was wavering with uncertainty. "Logan wouldn't do that. He would never let you down. Right, Logan?" It hurt so bad to speak to his friend and hear only silence in return. Carlos bit his lip and sighed. "It's really boring without you, Logan."

A tiny laugh escaped from James and he clapped his free hand over his mouth and bent forward, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He heard Kendall and Carlos talking to him, trying to comfort him. But the blanket of sorrow and suffering was so great and he felt completely alone. Logan wasn't even gone yet and he was already falling apart. What would happen if-

The door opened again and James shot back up, breathing heavily. "Steve?" He questioned, his eyes riveted on the doctor.

"Hey," Steve replied softly, not even bothering to ask any of them how they were doing. One glance was enough. "Just coming in to check on my buddy here." He nodded to Logan and walked over to stand by the bedside across from James, Kendall, and Carlos.

"I thought you weren't-"

"Assigned to him because it's too personal." Steve interrupted James as his professional eyes scanned Logan and the machines. "Right. But that doesn't mean I can come check up on him and see how he's doing."

"Steve," Kendall said, hoping to think of something other than his dying best friend for a minute or two. "How. . ." He trailed off, realizing his question might not be very sensitive. "How is everyone else?" He blurted out after a brief hesitation. He just had to know.

Steve smiled tightly. "More or less fine," He said softly. "Logan here got the worst of it."

"Of course he would." James said bitterly. "He's the least deserving so of course this would happen to him. It's not fair. None of this is. Logan shouldn't be dying like this. He's too good of a person to die and too many people depend on him and need him and he's only been a doctor for two years. He has so much left to do." He snapped his mouth shut, forcing his hysteria down. It wouldn't help Logan. That was the hardest part. Nothing would help Logan. Not really. James hated feeling so helpless. He jerked out of his depressing thoughts when he saw Steve frown. "What is it?" He asked nervously. "Steve? Is everything okay?"

Instead of answering him, Steve withdrew his pager from his pocket. "I need someone over in Room 27 on the Trauma Ward."

"What's wrong?" James demanded. His chest felt tight with panic and anxiety all over again. Desperately, his eyes swept over Logan's motionless form, searching for something amiss. But he could see no change and there was no way he would be able to tell anything from any of the machines.

Steve's face was grim and he spoke as two more doctors trooped into the room. "I'm sorry, James." He said with a heavy sigh. "Logan might have developed an infection overnight. This was really the last thing he needed. It looked bad before but now it's looking even worse."

The doctor's blunt words stunned James into silence and he could only sit and stare as Steve and his colleagues hovered over Logan anxiously, deep frowns on all of their faces. "What are you going to do?" He whispered when the silence seemed to last for a full hour. There had to be something for them to do.

"Well," Steve exchanged a glance with one of the other doctors. "We can try antibiotics but it's not looking promising at all, James. Everything seems to be going against Logan right now."

"He'll fight it though." James said refusing to accept the reality that was right in front of his face. He was losing Logan. Quickly. "He will," He added stubbornly when a look of doubt crossed over Steve's face. "He's strong. He'll be fine."

"James," Steve said sympathetically. "I'd like to think that he'll pull out of this too. He's a good friend and-"

"If you really were his friend then you wouldn't give up on him so easily." James said coolly. "You would believe in him. Right, guys?" He turned to Kendall and Carlos, fully expecting them to back him up.

But they were wearing matching expressions of utter desolation and hopelessness. "I-" Kendall started and then fell silent, glancing away from James and at Logan with tear filled eyes. Carlos didn't speak at all and buried his head in Kendall's shoulder, trembling.

"I don't believe it," James whispered. "You're giving up on him too? You're supposed to be his best friends. How could you do this to him? To us? Logan needs you guys to believe that he'll pull through. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours and three of his friends already think he's going to die."

Carlos reached out. "It's not like that, James," He said, pleading for James to listen and understand. "We don't want Logan to die either."

"Then stop acting like you're already at his funeral." James snapped. He turned away from everyone else and focused back on Logan. "Hey," His voice was soft and tender. "I need you to help me prove these jerks wrong, okay? Wake up for me, Logan. You can beat this thing, I know you can." A hand settled on his shoulder. "What?" He asked, not looking away from Logan.

Kendall was staring at the machines that were keeping Logan alive. "We don't want Logan to die," He said shakily. "We're hoping just like you, James, that a miracle will happen and he'll pull through. But he's not even supposed to be alive right now. That machines are why he's still here."

James sat up and glared at Kendall. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Only that Logan wouldn't want this," Kendall said softly.

James knew that both Carlos and Kendall were right and he knew that Kendall meant well, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. "For your information, Logan and I already talked about this sort of this when he first became a doctor." It was a wonder how calm and steady he was remaining. "Two weeks."

Carlos and Kendall understood instantly. "Oh," Carlos said with a small nod. "Okay. That. . . that seems fair."

"Fair?" James repeated. "Nothing about this is fair, Carlos. Nothing."

"That's not what I meant-" Carlos began, realizing that he and Kendall were doing a horrible job of comforting James when he needed them so much.

But James wouldn't let him finish. "Can you just. . . leave please? I mean, since you're both so sure that he's going to die, then what's the point? You're just wasting your time here, aren't you?"

"James-" Kendall sounded horrified.

"Leave," James interrupted again. "I don't really want to be in the same room as you right now." He ignored their other attempts at an apology, and kept his gaze on Logan. At last Kendall and Carlos got up and walked slowly out of the room, with quiet whispers that they'd be in the waiting room if James needed them. James snorted. He definitely did not need them. Their negativity was the very last thing he needed.

He was alone again. Alone with Logan. Logan who was slipping away from him far faster than he ever thought possible. James' body shuddered with a deep sigh. "Oh Logan," He stroked Logan's hand with his thumb, staring anxiously at Logan's face, wanting so badly to see his beautiful brown eyes again. "I probably shouldn't have done that, right? I mean, you're their friend. But they're giving up on you. Why?"

James reached up and ran his fingers through Logan's brunette hair. "I miss you so much." He mused. "I miss talking to you and listening to you. I miss everything about you right now, Logan because even though you're still here, it's like you're gone. And it hurts so bad." He leaned forward again and brushed his lips over Logan's forehead, moving around to plant to softest of kisses on the bridge of his nose.

"You're going to be okay," James whispered. "You're going to beat this stupid infection and wake up. You're going to get out of here and go back home with me where you belong and you're going to get better. I'll make you better. And then when you're better maybe I'll let you come back here because honestly I'm a little scared of letting you go back to work after what happened yesterday. But I trust you and I believe in you so I know you'll be okay. Just come back soon because I miss you."

He kissed Logan one last time on the forehead, yearning to feel his lips kissing him back. But the wires and tubed that stuck out of his mouth kept him from even kissing him there. James slowly cupped Logan's face in both of his hands and let his finger trail down the sides of his face. "Come back to me, okay?" He asked.

Two weeks. He had two weeks before he had to say goodbye. Logan had to wait up before then. James knew in his heart that he could never go against Logan's wishes and keep him on life support for longer than that. He loved him enough to let him go. He just hoped that his love was enough to bring him back.

A/N. All done! I actually didn't listen to any music while writing this. Hm. . . Oh, and I'm sorry about the ending. I've come to the realization that this story just has to have cliffhangers at the end of every chapter. I mean, they're not horrible but. . . anyway. Jaganbows and Klainebows to you all. Alex, you only get your Kamesbow if you update 'Inhuman' tonight. I love you all!