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 socially awkward Jagan in this chapter! woo!)

Rated: M for language and future chapters

Reviews are appreciated! I really like criticism! tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong! :) And sorry I'm shit at updating. :\ I just like to perfect chapters before I post them!

Alright, I don't think I'll be updating for a little while (like maybe two weeks?) I'm sorry. :( [If ya'll see any typos, tell me!) Sorry for the dumbass ending.

Everything in italics is what Logan's thinking, if that wasn't already clear.

LOVE YOU ALL

"Mitchell!" Mr. Anderson greeted. Hello to you too.

"Yes?" Logan responded.

"Here's your invitation." He handed Logan a small red and green piece of paper with some dates and times for their annual Christmas party. "Bring a date, if ya want. Try to keep the gayness to a minimum though. You know how the old people get around fags." Yeah, 'cause they're the problem.

Logan tried not to cringe at his boss' choice of words. "Whatever." Maybe I'll invite James. Then he can meet , well, see Kendall and meet Mrs. Collins and all the other patients.

Logan made his way to the office, putting the invitation in his wallet for safe keeping. He changed out of his street clothes and into his scrubs and filled his cart with all the necessary things.

"Kendall, I got you bacon and egg- Oh hi, Mrs. Knight!" Logan noticed the woman sitting across from Kendall.

"Hi, Logan, dear. How ya been?" she asked.

"I've been great. How about you?"

"Oh, y'know, as good as you can be when your son's in a coma."

"Oh, right.. I- Uh, I'm sorry.." Logan tried.

"No, honey, it's fine. We're going away for the holidays, and I wanted to say goodbye to Kendall before we had to leave," she explained.

"The rest of the family didn't want to come?" Logan inquired.

"It makes them sad to see him so lifeless.." she said.

"Yeah, it makes me sad, too." Logan went on to feed Kendall through his special tube and simultaneously talk to his mother. "We got him on some medicine. Maybe this one will help with something."

"Yeah," she sighed. Logan could tell she wasn't too optimistic about it. He couldn't blame her; he wasn't too sure about it all either.

"We'll be having our annual Christmas Eve party, and the patients'll probably come in and say hi to Kendall: wish him a Merry Christmas and all that. They like talking to him-he's good at listening. They like to think that he can hear them. Because, well, maybe he can," Logan said, his voice getting smaller as he said the last part. He smiled at Mrs. Knight. She didn't reply. Instead she just looked at her son, her eyes filling with tears.

"He's not g-gonna wake up, i-is he?" she choked out, not making eye contact with Logan. The tears spilled down her cheeks.

"No, Mrs. Knight, please don't cry!" Logan pleaded. He ran to her side and wrapped his arm around her. "He'll wake up! Of course he will." Logan said it to reassure himself just as much as to reassure the crying woman in front of him.

"It's been so long..."

"I know it has. But that just means he's trying to find his way back. That car accident sent him far away. His journey back's just taking extra long," Logan explained. He squeezed her a little tighter.

"I-I suppose," she breathed.

"You just gotta be optimistic."

Mrs. Knight checked the time on her phone and quickly grabbed her things. "I have to go! Plane leaves in a few hours and I'm sure the boys aren't even up yet," she said. Logan chuckled.

"Have fun on your trip!"

"Take good care of my son, Logan," Mrs. Knight pleaded, her voice as serious as ever.

"I will, Mrs. Knight," he promised. She grabbed her purse and scurried out the door. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, dear!" she hollered back.

"James, there's this- Are you even listening to me?" Logan looked up to see James engulfed in a Playboy (the gay edition, of course). Whore. James looked up from his magazine, bright red in the face, and cleared his throat.

"Hmm? Yeah- Yeah, I'm listening. Go on," he squeaked.

"Well, there's this Christmas party we have at work every year-we have cookies and presents for the patients and stuff-and my boss said I could bring someone and-" Logan was cut off with James' lips at his neck from behind and his arms around Logan's chest.

"Do you want me to be your date, Logie?" he asked, his voice an octave lower than usual. If there was anything James was good at, it was pretending to seduce Logan. They teased each other like this all the time.

"Get your dick out of my ass, Diamond. I just thought it'd be cool for you to come meet everyone," Logan explained. And I didn't want to show up without someone pretty at my side, he added to himself. James stepped away from Logan and smiled.

"I'd love to."

"Yay! I'll put it on the calendar," Logan said.

"Since this is a date, does that mean we can end it like I end all my other dates?" James inquired.

"How do you end every other date?" Logan asked with mock enthusiasm. He already knew how James ended his dates-he could always hear him and his guy-of-the-night moaning and groaning all night long. Apparently $950 a month gets you thin walls.

And James was behind him again.

"Let me make love to you, Logie Bear," James whispered.

"No."

"You don't know what you're missing out on."

"I think I do."