Logan became dimly aware of the fact that his alarm was going off. An irritating beeping noise, repetitive and dull it pounded into his already throbbing head. Time to get up... Logan yawned widely noticing the clock read 8:00 AM he was not surprised, this was when he always got up. What did surprise him was that he'd managed to fall asleep.

He remembered going to bed around 5:15... He calculated it quickly in his head, two hours and forty-five minutes of sleep.

He knew that wasn't healthy, and felt like shit but he was Logan and he could handle anything. Especially his own body, he knew it well enough to know he could take alot. He climbed out of bed, rubbing the palms of his hands deeply into his eyes.

He crossed the room, kicked the towel out from under his door, and opened it. He walked the short distance from his room to the bathroom and locked the door. In less than two minutes, his teeth were brushed and he was in the shower.

Suddenly he felt extremely light-headed and realized the steam was probably the cause of it. Not wanting to pass out... naked in the shower, he finished up as quickly as he could and got out. He wrapped a towel around his waist, relief pouring over him as he exited the sweltering bathroom.

In his room he threw on some clothes, and was a little concerned by the fact that he was still dizzy.

His room seemed to be spinning, and rocking... at the same time. He had to grab onto the end of his desk to keep from falling.

Just go get some coffee, Logan, you'll be fine. You'll be fine...

He entered the kitchen and found himself surprisingly alone. Usually someone was here. At this hour probably only Mrs. Knight or Katie, but his questions were answered when he spotted a note on the counter. He picked it up and read:

Went to run some errands. Logan, make sure the other idiots don't harm themselves.
- Love,
Mom/Mrs. Knight xoxo

Logan smirked at the 'Mom/Mrs. Knight, she'd been doing that since the guys had all become friends. He understood why, though she felt she was all of their mothers, she didn't want to sound like a creeper, and therefore left it open ended for the reader.

Logan wandered over to coffee maker and made himself a mug, taking a seat at the table with it he drank it, coming to himself only slightly. He was then extremely startled,

"Hey, Logan."

He jumped so violently he was entirely shocked he hadn't spilt his coffee.

He turned to see an equally startled looking Katie who said weakly,

"Jeez, it's just me. Calm down."

"...Right." Logan replied, his voice cracking a bit.

Katie studied him closely and then asked suspiciously, "Are you okay? You look like crap."

Logan rolled his eyes and mumbled sarcastically, "Oh, thanks."

"No, but seriously, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Logan insisted and she sighed.

"Okay..." She said, obviously not believing him.

"I'll be down by the pool, tell my mom when she gets home."

"Alright." Logan muttered and turned back to his coffee.

He stared into the black liquid and it seemed to be spreading, obscuring his vision he quickly blinked and looked away.

He rested his head into the palm of his hand, and his eyelids suddenly felt so heavy. They closed...

He was settling comfortably into the darkness, and-

SLAM!

Logan's head snapped up.

It had just slid off his hand and his chin had just hit the table. He rubbed it gingerly and winced. He finished the coffee, hoping it'd wake him up a bit, but he was still completely disoriented.

"HEY LOGAN!"

This time he didn't jump, the voice was calling from another room and he called back in a slightly raspy reply,

"YEAH?"

"HAVE YOU SEEN MY LUCKY COMB?"

"ISN'T IT ON YOUR DESK?"

Silence.

"THANKS, LOGAN."

Logan smiled tiredly.

In a little under ten minutes, James entered the kitchen followed soon after by Carlos and Kendall.

Logan eyed the clock and saw it was now 10:14 AM, time flies, he noted.

It was at this moment that all remaining energy in Logan seemed to leave him. He knew he couldn't show his moment of vulnerability to his friends. And so, he had to slip out of the room as quickly as possible.

"Hey, you okay, Logan? You kinda look like shit." Kendall told him.

"I'm good." Logan snapped irritably and stood from the table.

He took two steps foward. On the third his legs seemed to turn into jelly and would no longer support him. He fell to his knees and felt a pair of arms grab him from under the arms before consciousness left him.