Summary- "Please wake up, Kendall. You've been asleep for months now, and they've sent you to the part of the hospital where patients come to die. Try to wake up for me?" The one in which Logan is the nurse in charge of tending to the near-death patients and Kendall is a comatose patient sent to his wing of the hospital. Will Kendall wake up before the hospital gives up on him? (I suck at summaries. Read it please?)
Pairing: Logan/Kendall (and really adorable Jagan friendship in this chapter. yay!)
Rated: M for language and future chapters
Reviews are appreciated! And sorry I'm shit at updating. :\ I just like to perfect chapters before I post them!
"Last week on Keeping Up With The Kardashians," the TV blared. Logan hurried to transfer his popcorn from the bag to his special 'TV watching bowl.'
"James! JAMES," he called to his roommate. Last he'd checked, James was in the shower, but he didn't plan on letting him miss The Kardashians. "JAAAAAAAAAAAMES."
"CALM YOUR TITS, LOGAN, I'M COMING," James roared. James entered the room, hair sopping wet, and a towel around his shoulders. He plopped down next to Logan and grabbed a handful of his popcorn, popping a couple kernels in his mouth. "Aw, dude! What the fuck is this?"
"Language!" Logan warned.
"Sorry. What the heck is this?" he asked again.
"What do you mean?"
"There's no butter on this!"
"I'm sorry?" Logan stuffed another handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"Plain popcorn? What kind of fu- messed up world do we live in? Who likes plain popcorn? It's like it's naked. This is a disgrace," James ranted. He wiped his hands on his pants (realizing soon it was for no reason; there was no butter on his hands) and ran them through his hair.
"I guess I bought the wrong kind, man. I'm sorry."
"Curse you, Orville Reddenbacher, and your similarly labeled packages!" He shook his fist at the ceiling dramatically.
"James, calm down," Logan urged. Part of him wanted the larger boy to turn a more natural shade of pink, but mostly he just wanted to hear the show.
"God, Kim is such a bitch," James mumbled, mouth full of the tasteless popcorn. Something was better than nothing, right?
"You take that back!" Logan screamed, averting his attention from the screen long enough to glare at James. "Kim is a saint!"
"And that's why she's pregnant," James joked.
"You asshole!" Logan threw his handful of popcorn at the smirking guy sitting next to him.
"Everyone knows Kylie's the hottest."
"Kylie's like 16!"
"And?"
"You're such a perv." Logan threw some more kernels at James.
"And what are you gonna do about it?" he challenged. Logan practically jumped on James's lap and started messing up his almost-dry hair. "That's it? A bad hair...night? Ooooo, I'm so scared!"
Then Logan did it.
He pouted and stared at James with the dreaded puppy-dog eyes. Logan had all but mastered the art of guilting his friends into things by whipping out those bad boys.
"No, Logan, not the-"
"But, James..." He stuck out his lip just a little further.
"Fine, whatever. Kim's a saint," James complied.
"Yeah she is!" Logan kissed James swiftly on the cheek and fell back into his spot on the couch.
"Ugh, god. You're so gay," James mocked, wiping the invisible slobber Logan left on his cheek.
"I get it from you," Logan retorted.
"Yeah, whatever," James huffed. "How was work today?"
"Like you care."
"I do! Did you Knight in shining armor wake up yet?"
"No, not yet, but I did learn that his first name is Kendall," Logan explained. "The doctors say if he doesn't wake up soon, he might not wake up at all." Kendall needed to wake up soon; Logan didn't want to go forever without hearing his voice.
"Aw, jeez, man- I'm sorry."
"S'not that big a deal, James. I don't even know him. I'm used to people dying and stuff. I don't get attached to patients for that reason," Logan explained. That was a lie. Logan always broke down when one of the patients he took care of died. He always did-it was just how he worked. He wasn't quite sure why he took this job in the first place because yeah, it paid well, but if he was emotionally scarred...was it even worth it?
"What about Miss Olivia? Or Mrs. Johansen? And how about Mr. Potter-" Logan cringed. Mr. Potter was Logan's favorite patient. He told Logan all about his family and he always gave him a lecture about how smoking's bad ("It may look cool in the movies and stuff, kiddo, but lemme tell ya, you'll only end up like me.") and that Logan couldn't have sex until he was married ("Y'might catch the herpes or something otherwise. S'punishment from God."). He died a couple months ago from lung cancer in his sleep. Logan had to take the rest of the day off just to collect himself.
"It- They don't matter."
"Log-"
"He'll just be another name added to the list."
"No, Logie-"
"Don't call me that."
"-I know you like this guy and everything. You can admit it."
"I d-don't l-like him," Logan interjected. "Hell, I don't even know him."
"You like him."
"No, I d-"
"Anyway, you and I both know you don't want him to leave any time soon," James said.
"Well, of course I don't! What kind of terrible person would I be if I wanted him-or anyone to die?"
"You know what I mean."
"Whatever."
"I didn't mean to upset you," James whispered.
"Whatever," Logan said. "I'm, uh, I'm not up for Kardashians tonight. I'm gonna go to bed."
"Yeah, I think I'll call it a night."
And so they went to bed.