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 (more Jagan fluff idk what i'm doing)
Warnings: For this chapter: just swearing oops
Rated: M for language and future chapters
This chapter is shitty, sad, and late. Sorry ya'll! I know I said I'd post it last weekend but I had to write a book report for school... And I rewrote this chapter like three times, and I still hate it. But I had my official proofreader it read it (thanks, Mela!) and she said I should post this one, so I am. :) Sorry it's so long! Hope you enjoy it! Reviews (good and especially bad) are very much appreciated! Love the criticism!
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"Jaaaaaaaaaames."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" James called back.
"We gotta go! I'm supposed to get there early and, like, set up or something," Logan explained. He heard the sound of James' footsteps coming down the hall, a faint 'fuck' being muttered as he—yet again—runs into the corner of their side table next to the couch.
"Do I look okay?"
Logan rolled his eyes and turned around to face the boy. He was wearing a black tuxedo (probably brand new) with an undone bow tie around his neck.
"I said we were going to a Christmas party, not auditioning to be the next James Bond," Logan joked. He would never admit it, but James looked absolutely stunning.
Ignoring him, James fumbled with his bow tie. "I don't know how to tie this..."
"C'mere." Logan's short fingers worked to tie the bow tie as perfect as they could. "There."
"Thank you." James fixed his hair in the mirror that he hung on the wall last month ("How am I supposed to know how I look before I leave if there's no mirror here?"). He turned to face Logan and flashed him his signature grin. "Do I look okay?"
"You'll be the prettiest one there," Logan assured. He absentmindedly tugged on his lame Christmas sweater his grandma made him last year. James took in Logan's appearance.
"Awww, doesn't someone look cute?"
"Shut up."
"But seriously, you look adorable. If Kendall wakes up tonight, he'll take you right on his hospital bed."
"James!"
"Unless you prefer being on top."
"James-"
"Yeah, you're right. You are more of a bottom, aren'cha?" James observed.
"Shut up." Logan pouted as he grabbed his keys, making sure to lock the door behind him.
"My cute little submissive Logie Bear," he heard James mutter.
"'My cute little submissive Logie Bear,'" Logan mocked. He pressed the down arrow for the elevator.
"Aw, baby, don't be like that," James said.
"Baby?" Logan questioned. They stepped into the elevator car and James pressed the 'Level 1' button. The doors closed and an instrumental version of Call Me Maybe played through the speakers.
"Well you are my date."
"Technically, you're my date," Logan retorted.
"Well, I'm not sure what kind of sick person brings their best friend on a date to his workplace to meet the love of his life."
"He isn't the love of my life."
"Yes he is." The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out.
"No," Logan replied through grit teeth. "He isn't.
"Ye-"
"Drop it," he replied harshly.
"Hey. Don't be mean," James said. He gingerly took Logan's hand and kissed his knuckles, just barely brushing his lips against the soft skin—something he knew that calmed Logan down. He doesn't remember how he found this out, but he was glad he did. Logan apologized for his actions before getting into the cab James had called before they left the apartment. "Alright, now who should I avoid at this party?"
"Huh?" Logan turned towards James, his face full of confusion.
"Oh, come on, Loges. You know how old people are. People like us are sinners in their book. So tell me! Who's gonna hate the worthless faggot that is James Diamond?" he asked. The way he described himself sounded so horrible, but the way he said it made it sound like a compliment. James adjusted his bow tie once more and smiled.
"You aren't a worthless fa- Gah, I can't even say it. Don't call yourself that," Logan said. "But, the only person who you—and I—should avoid is my boss, and sadly we'll have to talk to him at some point. All the patients are very accepting, as far as I know. Must be some end-of-life-forgiveness thing."
"Or they're good people," James replied.
"Yeah," Logan concluded. "Yeah, they are."
"We're here," the cab driver announced. Logan pulled out his wallet, quickly paid the man and exited the car behind James.
"Alright, now act like a decent human being, just for one night. Okay?" Logan begged. It's not that James wasn't a good person, he was. He just had a tendency to come off a little cocky and he was strongly opinionated. Logan's first time meeting James, they ended up getting in a heated discussion over whether it was better to microwave their oatmeal or put it on the stove.
"I'm always a decent human being, Logie Bear."
"No, James, I'm serious. Thankfully there won't be any alcohol there, so we don't have to worry about that..." Logan trailed off. He went on to mutter to himself, something he usually did when he was nervous.
"Don't be nervous, babe, I'll be good," James soothed.
"Stop calling me 'babe,'" Logan pleaded.
"Can't call ya Logie, can't call ya babe. What do you expect me to call ya?" They turned the corner and walked towards the elevators.
"Call me Nurse Mitchell," Logan mused. Logan pushed the up arrow for the elevator.
"Role play. Kinky. .. I like it."
"I really am a nurse, you idiot."
"Idiot? That's the best insult you could come up with?" James laughed. They stepped into the elevator and Logan quickly selected the designated floor.
"I-"
"Say a naughty word, Logan. Just this once," James said. "Nobody's gonna hear."
"N-no."
"What if I kick you in the shins?" James wondered aloud.
"I'd cry."
James sighed as the elevator dinged, signaling they were on their floor.
"Mitchell! Come help me set up plates of food for the patients!" Mr. Anderson ordered. Logan had barely stepped out of the elevator before his boss started barking orders.
"Sure thing," Logan answered. He took James' hand and led him to the kitchen area. "Help me?" James rolled his eyes and washed his hands in the sink.
"What are we doing?"
"We're putting a couple cookies and stuff on these Christmas plates, and bringing them to the patients. After that, we can converse with them about stuff."
"Sounds...fun, actually. I like old people," James confessed. They both put on latex gloves ("Why do we have to do all this germ-free stuff? They're gonna die soon anyway." "JAMES.") and set to work. James would grab a few cookies: sugar, peanut butter, chocolate chip, etc. and put them on the plate. Then Logan would wrap a pretty ribbon around the plate and attach a little handwritten note he wrote a few days before. They all said 'Merry Christmas' and had a cute little drawing of a snowman in the corner.
"Did you draw that?" James asked upon seeing a snowman on one of the cards he picked up.
Logan suddenly got embarrassed. His face turned a pale pink. "Y-yeah. They aren't very good, but-"
"Nonsense! I think they're adorable," James promised. "Kind of like you when your ears get all pink." He tickled the place right behind Logan's ear, causing him to squeal.
"Stop flirting with me, butt face."
"Fine, asshole." James took his hand away, winked, and went back to putting cookies on the plates.
"Jaaaaames, don't swear! We're in the place of God!" Logan exclaimed sarcastically, putting a hand over his heart as if it physically pained him.
"We're in a hospital."
"...Still."
James threw a gingerbread man's leg in Logan's direction, missing him by a mile.
"You missed!" Logan teased. He snapped off an arm from the same cookie and threw it at James' arm and...missed. "Drat."
"Well now I know why neither of us play football," James sighed.
"We suck."
"I think you should get gauges in your ears," James observed. "Don't you think Logan should get gauges, Mrs. Collins?"
"What are gauges?" The elderly woman asked.
"They're sort of like earrings," Logan explained. "But bigger."
"I don't like earrings on boys," Mrs. Collins told James. She turned to Logan. "Don't get those gauge things he's talking about."
"I won't, ma'am," Logan said. He leaned in close and whispered, "I don't listen to James very much." That caused Mrs. Collins to chuckle.
"It's probably for the best," she whispered back.
"Hey!" James interjected. "I happen to be a very wise young man."
"Not when it comes to jewelry," Mrs. Collins teased. She gave James a once over. "But you're one hell of a dresser!"
"Thank you, Mrs. C!" James adjusted his bow tie and smirked.
"As much as we'd love to stay and chat, we have to get to the other patients," Logan sighed. Mrs. Collin's face fell at Logan's words. "Buuuuuut, word on the street is Mr. Frederickson next door wants to come say hello!"
"How do you know?" she inquired.
"He told us," James said bluntly.
As if on cue (or maybe he was listening in), Mr. Frederickson walked through the door of Mrs. Collins' room with a huge smile on his face (and a heart shape cookie Logan had made for the occasion).
"Hey there, beautiful," the old man greeted. He winked at the woman his words were aimed at.
"Well, we'll leave you two alone..." Logan said. "Have fun you guys!"
"But not too much fun," James teased. Logan rushed him out the door and closed it behind them.
"Can old people have sex?"
"JAMES!"
"Or would that, like, kill them- DON'T HIT ME," James protested. Logan smirked. "It's Christmas."
"Not technic-"
"It's fucking Christmas."
"Language!"
"It's Christmas, Logie B-"
"Don't say it. Please."
"So when can I meet lover boy?" James asked, changing the subject.
"Right...now." Logan opened the door to reveal a sleeping Kendall. "Hey, Kendall! Merry Christmas!"
James smiled.
"This is my friend James. I think I told you about him before," Logan went on.
"Can he hear us?" James asked. Logan shrugged and pushed James a little closer to the bed. "Hey, Kendall. I've heard lots 'bout you. Logan never shuts up about y-"
"James!"
"The way he described you doesn't do ya justice, man. You are gorgeous," James whispered.
"Are you really so desperate that you're hitting on a comatose patient?" Logan teased.
"You're in love with one," James scoffed.
"I am not!"
"Okaaaaaaa-"
"Mitchell! Get out here quick!" Mr. Anderson yelled. Logan rolled his eyes and wandered out into the hallway.
"Yeah?"
"It's Pauline!" Mr. Fredriksson exclaimed.
Pauline?
"Logan, come over here!" his boss called from the front desk.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Logan mumbled. He approached the desk and gave his boss a questioning look as if to say 'Well?'
"I got bad news, Logan," Mr. Anderson said. Logan could tell he was serious because he call him 'Logan.'
"What happened?"
"Uh- Well, Mrs. Collins...she- Well, she-"
"Spit it out!" Logan yelped.
"She died," he answered. Logan's body tensed.
"She what?"
"Frederickson said he was just chatting her up and she started choking and then she was coughing up blood," he explained.
"This isn't happening. This isn't happening. It can't be..." Logan babbled. "Did you even try to save her?"
"By the time I got there, sh-"
"So no. You heartless son-of-a-bitch!" Logan accused. He didn't even care that he had sworn in front of his boss.
"Logan-!"
"No. No! Out of all the heartless things you've done, sir, this is by far the worst."
"Logan, she was already dead when I got there! I couldn't do shit!"
"She had weeks left!" Logan shouted, ignoring his boss' explanation.
"Sometimes God takes 'em early," he whispered.
"Well, he never takes the right ones," Logan spat. James peeked his head out the door of Kendall's room.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
Logan blew up. "NO! I AM NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT, JAMES. MRS. COLLINS DIED AND MR. FREDERICKSON WATCHED HER CHOKE TO DEATH AND KENDALL'S NOT GONNA WAKE UP AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE," Logan screamed. His face was bright red, as it often was when he got upset, and he refused to let his eyes meet James'.
"Logan, come on, let's go walk around a little bit-" James started.
"What's that gonna fix?" he yelled. A tear made its way down Logan's cheek.
"Stop yelling, Loges. Let's go. Come on." James took hold of Logan's hand and ushered him out the door.
They walked down the hallway until they reached the vending machine, the same one that Logan always bought a bag of Cheetos from around lunch time.
"J-J-James, M-Mrs. Collins d-d-died," he choked out. His tears came less frequently now, but they still stained his cheeks, and his eyes were red and puffy. James would have pointed out that Logan looked rather adorable when he cried, but he decided that now was not the time for his fake-flirting.
"I know, Logan. I'm so sorry." James wrapped his arm around Logan so he could cry into his armpit. As odd as it sounded, Logan cried a lot (not that he would admit it) and this was just standard protocol.
"Wh-what do I do?" Logan asked, though it came out sounding muffled and didn't make much sense.
"I- Uh, I don't know, buddy," James admitted.
"Why not?" Logan whined.
"I just don't," James replied, sadly. "You wanna go talk to Kendall?"
"Yeah."
James picked up Logan, a hand under his knees and another supporting his back; Logan instinctively wrapped his arms around James' neck.
"You swore."
"What?" Logan lifted his head to look at James.
"Earlier, by the front desk, you swore," James explained. Logan's eye bulged. "You said a naughty wooooooord-"
"No, I didn't!" Logan protested.
"Yes, you did."
"I didn't!"
"You di-"
"Okay, but don't tell anybody! Please," Logan begged. He shoved his face back into James' shoulder.
"Idunno... I might have to use it for blackmail or something," he teased.
"NO!"
"Calm down, I'm kidding," James said. He opened the door to Kendall's room—which proved to be challenging with a grown man in his arms—and brought Logan inside.
He hopped out of James' arms and ran to Kendall's side. "Kendall, I, uh- I got bad news. M-Mrs. Collins died a few minutes ago." He sniffled a little bit.
"Aw, Loges, don't start crying again," James pleaded. "It's gonna be okay."
Logan ignored him. "I won't go into detail, for your sake. But I did bring you a cookie," Logan said. "But James ate it."
"Sorry, bro," James apologized. Logan ran his hand through his now disheveled dark hair and rolled his eyes. He scooted closer to Kendall and grabbed his hand.
"Kendall, you aren't allowed to die. Okay? You have to wake up, and that needs to happen as soon as possible. They're probably gonna give up on you soon and I- That can't happen, okay? So if you're hearing me...somehow, could you wake up? For me? ...Like, right now?" Logan and James watched and waited for some sort of movement—a twitch, a smile, a nod, anything.
"Nothing. Of course," Logan sighed.
"Come on, Logan. We should get heading home," James said.
"No!" he interjected. "I wanna stay with Kendall."
"Babe, it's Christmas! Santa's coming tonight and if we aren't home soon he might not come..." James warned.
"James, I'm 24 years old. I don't believe in San-"
"Don't say it! If you say that, he won't come. And I love Santa."
"Wha- James, you're Jewish! You don't even celebrate Christmas- Why are you-"
"Santa makes a special exception for me."
"But-"
"So get up! I'll carry you back to the apartment if I have to!" James threatened.
"That's not much of a threat," Logan retorted. "I like being carried." James chuckled and picked Logan up by his knees and threw him over his shoulder.
"Like this?"
"N-no! Not like this!" Logan hit James repeatedly in the back. "J- James!"
"My cute little submissive Logie Bear."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I never do end-of-chapter author's notes but I just wanted to say that I've dealt with one major death, i guess, in my life, and I had no idea how to react-let alone how a normal person would act in this situation. So I'm really sorry Logan's reactions to Mrs. Colllins death are kinda stupid. Just bear with me, will ya? :) Don't stop reading if you thought this chapter was lame (it was and you have every right to think so). The next chapter will be good, I hope! And it certainly won't be as late! Thanks for reading! Remember to review! BY THE WAY I CHANGED IT TO SHOW!VERSE BECAUSE APPARENTLY YOU CAN'T USE THE REAL PEOPLE ON THIS SITE AND I DON'T WANT MY ACCOUNT DELETED.