He knows that voice. He springs to his feet, not bothering to stop and pick up his backpack before he runs toward Carlos' voice. He hears a piercing scream and his blood runs cold because something is really, really wrong. He begins to run, knowing Carlos couldn't have gotten that far. "CARLOS!" he's yelling, praying he'll get a response. When he doesn't he stops and looks around, kicking the dirt in frustration. Something catches his eye then – Carlos' backpack, sitting far too close to the edge of the canyon for his liking. One of the straps looks to be caught on a tree branch. "Oh please no, no." he whispers to himself, grabbing the backpack and hugging it to his chest as he steps to the edge and peers down. It's nowhere near the size of the Grand Canyon of course, but it wouldn't be an easy fall, there would be injuries if a person were to fall. He closes his eyes at first, not wanting to look but he knows he has to. When he reopens then he sees the crumpled body of his boyfriend lying at the bottom.

"CARLOS!" he screams, dropping the backpack and turning to back down the side of the canyon. It's a fairly easy climb for him as long as he's careful, which is hard considering all he wants to do is get to Carlos as quickly as possible. There's no response but he keeps screaming anyway, though he isn't sure why. Finally he reaches the bottom and drops off the side, running to the aid of the smaller boy.

His stomach lurches and he swallows hard, trying to quell the nausea. Carlos' torso is twisted in an unnatural way. He drops to his knees, afraid to touch him lest he cause more damage. "HELP!" he screams, shaking hands digging for his cell phone and praying he can get a signal. He dials 911 and waits, closing his eyes and sighing in relief when it rings. He quickly spouts off where they are as best he can, not even bothering to end the call, just letting the phone drop from his hand as he leans in to assess the situation.

Carlos is breathing, though it seems a little shallow, James notes. The boy's naturally tan skin is a ghostly white and he's unconscious. His helmet, though dented and scratched, is still in place on his head and James prays that it counted for something. He doesn't see much blood, aside from the various scrapes on his arms and legs. The position of Carlos' lower half scares him. He feels completely helpless, unable to do anything for him.

"J-James?"

James' eyes immediately go to Carlos' face, relief flooding through him when he sees wide brown eyes staring back at him. He looks scared and James quickly takes his hand.

"James, I s-slipped and fell." Carlos whispers. "I was just trying to l-look down and my backpack got caught in the tree." His terrified eyes are filling with tears. "I slipped when I was trying to get f-free."

"I know you did, but you're going to be okay." James knows he needs to stay calm for Carlos' sake but it's so hard to do when he doesn't know how badly Carlos is hurt or if there's anything he should be doing for him. He wishes Logan were here, Logan would know what to do.

Carlos' brow wrinkles. "I'm sorry I ruined the day."

How can Carlos even think James is upset with him right now? He's shaking his head quickly, brushing a hand over Carlos' cheek in an effort to comfort him. "Ssh, that doesn't matter anymore, okay? You didn't ruin anything. We'll have our romantic picnic another time, in the park where it's fun."

"Let's have it here, right now." Carlos suggests, pressing his palms to the ground and trying to pull himself into a sitting position, to James' horror.

"No! No, no, no. You need to be still, okay?" James gently places a hand on Carlos' chest to stop him. "We'll have a picnic as soon as we can. Right now though you need to go to the hospital."

Carlos' face scrunches up and he whines softly in protest. "But I hate the hospital!"

"I know, but you have to go, just to make sure you're okay." James takes his hand again, rubbing circles along his palm with his thumb. "Do you hurt anywhere?"

Carlos is quiet for a minute as if he's got to think about it, as if he's mentally testing every part of his body. "My head, but just a little." He says finally.

James Is floored that it looks like Carlos has managed to survive the fall mostly unscathed but just to be on the safe side he doesn't move him and doesn't let Carlos move either. He's thinking that he wishes the ambulance would just hurry up so he could stop worrying so much when Carlos pipes up quietly.

"James? When did it get so c-cold out?"

James' head whips around to look at Carlos, eyes narrowing and scanning his face. He's shivering, he realizes, which is strange because the temperature hasn't changed, in fact it's pretty warm. He pulls his shirt over his head quickly, laying it across Carlos and tucking it carefully at his sides, eyes full of concern. Carlos looks back at him, frowning. "I'm cold James, it's cold and I want to go home. Why aren't we at home?" His lips are turning a faint blue, but there's sweat gathering on his face. He looks confused, as if he's not sure where he is. James' heart is racing as he rubs his hands up and down Carlos' arms, trying to restore the smaller boy's warmth, trying to keep it together for the sake of his boyfriend. Carlos is in shock, he realizes, his heart sinking. He's trying not to panic but he needs Logan so badly right now, Logan would know what to do and he just doesn't. He feels like he's failing the man he loves.

"I'm sorry baby, just hang in there okay? I…I think I hear the sirens. The ambulance is coming and they're going to make you better," he promises and he just hopes that his words are true. He'd originally thought Carlos wasn't badly hurt but now he just doesn't know. Carlos wouldn't be in shock if he weren't injured. He thinks about the way unnatural way Carlos is laying and he feels sick, he knows it's got to be bad.

He looks at Carlos who still seems very alert, thankfully, if not fully lucid. He offers him a smile though he's not sure how he manages it. "You're doing so good." Carlos grins weakly back at him, always loving to receive praise.

Faces appear up at the edge of the canyon and he realizes he hears a helicopter hovering. It occurs to him then that getting Carlos out of here safely couldn't be done via ambulance. "Look at that, you're going to get to ride in a helicopter!" James tries to sound excited about it.

Carlos grins again, dark lashes lowering for a minute before reopening to watch as the helicopter makes its descent into the canyon. Despite his chattering teeth he's clearly in awe. "This is so c-cool," he shouts over the noise.

James dips his head and laughs. Carlos is going to be alright, he just knows it.