A/N. Yay Logan's awake! I don't own anything.

James drew back and placed his hands on either side of Logan's face, staring hard at him, terrified that he was only dreaming. "Logan," He whispered. "You're awake. I. . . it's been so long. Almost two weeks. You. . . I thought I was going to lose you." A voice inside his head screamed at him to call for a doctor but he couldn't move. He couldn't take his eyes off Logan's face. "I was so afraid, Logan."

Even through all the pain he was in, Logan's first thoughts were of James. James who was crying harder than Logan had ever seen him in all the time they had known each other. James, white-faced and sickly looking, shaking so hard that Logan had to reach up and steady his hands. Logan wanted all of his fears to go away instantly. "James," He said in a weak whisper. "Don't cry."

"Don't cry?" James' voice cracked and shook on just the two words. "Logan, you-" He stopped abruptly, fulling realizing for the first time how much pain Logan was obviously in. "You need a doctor." He finished and turned to hit the call button, keeping a firm grip on Logan with his free hand. He turned back to his boyfriend, his heart leaping with an indescribable joy when he saw that he was still awake.

"How long?" Logan asked, wondering exactly what James meant by "almost two weeks".

"Thirteen days." James shook his head and clumsily tried to brush away the tears that continued to fall. "Tomorrow was the last day because you told me that you didn't want to be kept alive by machines for longer than two weeks. I didn't want to lost you but I knew it was what so wanted so-"

"Shhh," Logan soothed, giving James' hand a squeeze. He smiled slightly, his heart aching when he saw the torture in James' eyes. "I'm sorry," He murmured. "I'm so sorry for scaring you like that. You look so horrible."

There was a hint of disapproval in Logan's voice and it brought a genuine smile to James' face. He laughed softly. "I was too worried about to to worry very much about myself." He admitted. He started to say more but the door opened and he turned to greet Steve, surprised when he saw that Kendall and Carlos were right behind him. "Hey," He greeted them with a huge grin.

Steve had just enough presence of mind to rush over to the bed but Kendall and Carlos stood motionless in the doorway with their mouths hanging open in disbelief. "Logan," Carlos choked out, swaying slightly. He gripped the door knob as if it was the only thing keeping him upright and continued to stare.

"Hi, guys." Logan replied softly, a sad smile on his face. "Sorry I had to worry you so much."

"You're awake," Kendall said, weakly stating the obvious. He dragged in a deep gulp of air and crossed the room, pulling Carlos along with him. The two of them sank down into their chairs by Logan's bed and released simultaneous sighs of relief. "Wow, Logan." Kendall spoke again, running a shaking hand through his hair. "I. . . we missed you."

"How do you feel?" Carlos asked, snapping out of his trance.

Logan grimaced. "Like I got checked into the boards by a truck." He tried to laugh but now that the initial shock had worn off in the room, it was all too easy to see how much pain he was in. His brown eyes were clouded over and his face was white.

Worried, James squeezed Logan's hand and looked up at Steve. "Can't you do anything to help him with the pain?"

Steve jerked around to stare at James and then nodded. "Y-yeah," He said, his professional composure nonexistent. "Hang on, man. Let me get your doctors. They wouldn't let me work on you, not that there was anything I could do." He shook his head. "Thanks for scaring all of us so much."

A crooked smile masked some of Logan's discomfort. "Sorry," He said tiredly. He watched as Steve left and then turned to look at James. "How bad was it?" He asked softly.

James shook his head and gently pushed Logan's hair off his forehead and kissed him. "Don't worry about that right now," He said. "Just relax. You were the only one anyone was worried about. Everyone else who got shot is home and resting right now."

Logan sighed in relief and closed his eyes. "Good," He murmured. "I'm glad everyone is okay," He opened his eyes and studied James and Kendall and Carlos intently. "You're all okay, right?"

"Now that you're back with us, we couldn't be better." James said honestly, smiling when Kendall and Carlos nodded their heads in quick agreement. He looked up when Steve returned with a long needle and a half-smile on his face. "Well?" He asked uncertainly.

"Morphine," Steve replied, holding up the needle. "It'll probably put him back to sleep for a while but he'll be more comfortable." He quickly inserted the needle through Logan's IV and then smiled when Logan started nodding off right away. "Good to have you back, Logan. I'll see you around."

Kendall stood up, Carlos mirroring his actions. "Carlos and I are going to head home and clean up a little bit," He said quietly, with his eyes on Logan. "We'll give you some time alone." He leaned over and patted Logan carefully on the shoulder. "See you later, buddy."

Logan nodded sleepily to their farewells and watched as they left the room. "So," He said, yawning. "I hate to sleep so soon, James. Are you going to be okay?"

"Of course I will," James promised him. "And I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise." He leaned down and pressed his lips to Logan's, his breath catching in his throat at the contact he thought he would never experience again.

Logan reached up slowly and gently brushed away the lone tear that was tracking its way down James' face. "Get some sleep, okay?" He ordered. "You need your rest too." He smiled when James hesitated and pulled him in for another short kiss. "I promise," He whispered. "That I'll be here when you wake up."

James watched Logan lean back and close his eyes. In only a few minutes he was fast asleep, his face clear of any pain. James sighed and keeping their hands linked together, he leaned back in his chair. He didn't want to fall asleep but his eyes were heavy and he felt more peaceful than he had in such a long time. He kept Logan's promise firmly in his mind and eventually he drifted off to a light sleep.

He woke to the sound of familiar voices. Carlos and Kendall had returned and they were talking to Logan. Logan. A smile spread over James' face and he opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. After acknowledging the presence of his friends, James looked at Logan. "Hi," He said softly. "Feeling any better?"

"A little," Logan admitted. The pain in his eyes had returned but it wasn't as obvious as before. "What about you? You look a little better than you did earlier."

"Really?" James laughed. "How bad did I look?"

Concern crossed Logan's face and he looked down at their hands. "Horrible," He said quietly. "Worried sick and exhausted. Have you even been eating?"

James shrugged. "A little food here and there. I haven't really been hungry. I couldn't eat even if I wanted to. But," He added when he saw the deep disapproval on Logan's face. "I think I'll be better now. As long as you stay with me."

"You better," Logan murmured. "Because as much as I'd love to knock some sense into you, I can't really do much of anything right now." At James' worried frown, he was quick to add a more positive statement. "But I will get better soon, especially with you guys with me. You just have to take care of yourselves too."

"Don't worry about us," Kendall said. "Just focus on getting plenty of rest and getting your strength back, okay?"

"I can't do that if you guys aren't sleeping or eating," Logan insisted, beginning to look stressed.

"Logie, relax." James smoothed, becoming slightly alarmed. "We will take care of ourselves, okay? But you come first." He stroked the back of Logan's hand with his thumb and then lifted it up for a kiss. "Take it easy, okay?" He smiled when Logan looked at him with mild annoyance but fell silent. "I forgot how much I missed that."

"What?" Logan asked.

"You caring more about others than yourself even when you're worse off than the rest of us put together. Of course, that's what got you here in the first place." James bit his lip and tried to blink back the oncoming tears but he was too late. "I'm sorry," He whispered, brushing the tears away as they fell.

"Hey, it's okay." Logan told him. "Everything will be fine."

"I think that's. . . I think that's part of the reason I'm crying again," James admitted with a laugh. "Because I'm just so glad that you're awake and you're getting better and-" He cut himself off and leaned down to kiss Logan. "I love you so much. Please don't ever scare me like that again. Don't. . . don't ever leave me without at least saying goodbye first."

Logan's own eyes had filled with tears and he kissed James gently. "I'm here now," He said. "You can't get rid of me that easily especially when I haven't told you all goodbye." He pulled away and glanced up apologetically at Kendall and Carlos. " I mean you guys too, you know." He said quickly, only a little ashamed for practically ignoring them.

Kendall laughed and shook his head. "We know, Logie. Don't worry about us."

"Anyway," Carlos broke in, looking serious. "James here was the one who never gave up on you."

Logan didn't look the least bit surprised. "That's because he's so stubborn," He said fondly. "And I know for a fact that if I had died he would have brought me back to life and killed me all over again for leaving him."

"Hm," James hummed thoughtfully. "Not right away though."

Kendall's eyebrows shot up and he and Carlos muffled their laughter.

Instantly, James turned bright red and buried his head on the bed sheets. He heard Logan laugh and then wince in pain so he sat up. Once he felt sure that Logan was okay, he glared at Kendall and Carlos. "Are your minds always in the gutter?" He asked with a straight face.

"Just ignore them," Logan said comfortingly. "Sorry I left you to deal with them alone for so long." He grinned at their friends to show them he didn't mean a word.

"I'd probably be worse off if I didn't have them," James said honestly. "They kept me together as much as they possibly could."

"We all kept each other together," Kendall said with a shrug. "Like James said though, only as much as we could. I don't know what would have happened if you had. . ." He fell silent and glanced down at his hands in his lap. Then he cleared his throat as if to try again but he still didn't speak.

"I'm proud of you guys," Logan said quietly. "I'm really sorry you had to go through everything but you did so well now and everything is fine. You don't have to worry anymore. Hopefully I can get out of this hospital soon and we can head home, James."

James smiled at the thought. "Home. It's been a while." It felt like ages ago since he had last been there, playing the piano by himself and missing Logan, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been fighting for his life then. He couldn't wait to get home with Logan and relax, trying to get things back to normal as much as possible. He knew that their lives had been changed forever but one thing that would remain the same was their bond. Then again, it had been changed, but it had been changed for the better. They were even closer now.

A/N. Well, I don't really like the ending but the next chapter is the last and I've been wanting to write it since I started this thing so yeah. And I'm on Tumblr and getting distracted by pictures of the boys in cars and James and Logan are in one car and Kendall and Carlos are in another and it's perfect and I can die happy now, okay? I love you. Have whatever kind of bow you want this time. BYE.