I DO NOT OWN BIG TIME RUSH.

Fever

It was a beautiful day in L.A, and three boys—James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell—were at Rocque Records recording some new songs for their upcoming album. They were currently recording their song, "Oh Yeah".

When they finished the last part, their producer—Gustavo Rocque—said, "That wasn't… bad, but it wasn't that good either."

"Sorry, Gustavo," Logan started. "We're better when we have Kendall here."

"I don't care if you do better with him here! You work for me... and if Kendall's not here, you still sing for me, got it? Good. Now, let's–"

"Hey, do you guys need a fourth singer?"

"Kendall!" the three boys yelled, happy to see their best friend and their leader.

James asked, "Is your voice all good now? Can you sing?"

Kendall wasn't sure yet, but replied, "Well, we're about to find out."

Gustavo said, "Good. Now, into the booth you go so we can record this."

When it came Kendall's time for his high note in the song, he felt nervous, but he tried to do it anyway… and succeeded in doing so. After the song, everyone cheered. The fact that Kendall could hit high notes again was good. Gustavo and Kelly then left the room. "That was awesome, bro!" said Carlos.

"That was really great!" said Logan, high fiving him.

"I'm amazed!" said James.

"Thanks guys! I'm just glad to be back to being my healthy self again." He suddenly got really dizzy and fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Kendall!" the guys yelled, panicked.

After about a minute, he came to. "W-what happened?"

Logan replied, "You fainted, dude. Are you okay?" He helped his friend stand up.

Kendall just held his head. "I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

"Are you sure, buddy?" asked James. "That's not normal to faint just like that."

Logan placed a hand to Kendall's forehead. "You're warm, bro, really warm. When we go up to the apartment, I'm gonna take your temperature, all right?" Kendall just nodded.

They all went up to 2J, James carrying Kendall in his arms. They burst through the door of 2J. Mrs. Knight greeted the boys and her eyes fell on the blonde boy in James's arms. "What happened to Kendall?"

"He passed out at work after we finished our song!" said Carlos.

"Lay him on the couch." James did as he was told.

"Why would he just faint like that?" asked Logan.

"I don't know. I'm gonna check if he has a fever. James, go get me the thermometer." He did what he was told and came back a few seconds later with it. She placed it in Kendall's mouth and waited for it to beep. When it did, she took it out.

"What's it say?" asked Carlos, shaking her.

Mrs. Knight just rolled her eyes and said, "102.1."

"Is that good?"

"It's not bad, but it's not good either. Hopefully, it'll go down, though."

Kendall opened his eyes slowly to be met by his friends and mom. "Mom, I don't feel so–" He was cut off when he felt something warm creeping its way up his throat and he bolted to the bathroom. He fell to his knees, and he threw up his breakfast. Mrs. Knight and the guys came in to comfort him. He just hugged his mom tight and cried. Kendall did not like being sick. Logan rinsed a washcloth, handed it to her, and she wiped the excess vomit from his mouth. "Mom, I don't feel good! My tummy hurts!"

She didn't like seeing her son sick, considering that he rarely gets sick. "I know you don't feel good, sweetie."

Logan knelt down and rubbed comforting circles on his back. "It'll get better, though, buddy. Okay?" Kendall just nodded.

Mrs. Knight let go of her son. "Logan, can you help Kendall to his room? I'm gonna fix him up some soup."

"Sure. Come on, buddy. Let me help you to our room." Logan guided the ill boy to their room and when they got there, he laid Kendall down in his bed and tucked him in. "If you need anything, buddy, just holler. We'll all be in the living room if you need us, okay?"

Kendall nodded. "Okay."

Before Logan left the room, he placed the trashcan that was by his own bed by Kendall's bed in case he needed it. "Sweet dreams, buddy." He placed a brotherly kiss on Kendall's forehead and then left so the sick boy could rest.

"How is he?" asked James.

"Well, he's resting now, so that's good."

"What about Gustavo and Kelly?"

"Kelly will understand more than Gustavo will. I'm gonna call them right now." He dialed Gustavo's number.

"WHAT?!"

"Hey, Gustavo. It's Logan. Kendall's sick and we're taking care of him." He was hesitant about asking the next question. "Can we have the week off?"

"Fine... but when he does feel better, you come right to the studio, all right?"

"Okay." He hung up.

Carlos asked, "So, was Gustavo all mad when you told him Kendall's sick?"

"Surprisingly... no."

"Weird," started James. "But who cares? We have the whole week off, and we can all take care of Kendall until he gets better."

"Yeah. We've dealt with sick people before, and we know what to do when one of us gets sick. By we've dealt with sick people before, I mean Logan, and by we know what to do when one of us gets sick, I also mean Logan."

"Hey! I can help people when they're sick!" said James.

"Oh please! We all know you can't!"

"I can too!" he fought back.

"Can't!"

"Can too!"

"Can't"

"Can!"

"Can't!"

"Can!"

"Can't!" He then tackled Carlos to the ground and started wrestling with him.

"Boys! Stop!" yelled Mrs. Knight. They both obeyed and stood up. "Now, will one of you wake up Kendall and bring him his soup?"

"I'll do it!" James volunteered. "So I can prove to Carlos that I can take care of a sick person." She handed him the soup and he went to Kendall's room. James entered the room quietly, so as not to disturb the boy. He tried shaking Kendall awake. "Kendall, buddy. Wake up." Kendall's eyes cracked open, and he turned over to face James. "Your mom made you some chicken soup."

"I'm not hungry," he mumbled.

"You've gotta eat something. You haven't eaten since breakfast."

"If I eat that, I'll throw up."

"Okay… but can you at least try to eat some of it?"

"All right." James fed Kendall since he was too shaky to do it himself. After about one spoonful, though, he felt something warm and acidic crawl up his throat. James, noticing him becoming a light shade of green, grabbed the trashcan and shoved it under Kendall's chin. Not a second later, vomit exploded out of Kendall's mouth and into the can.

"Aw, buddy. It's all right. You're all right." After he was done, James pulled him in for a hug and rubbed comforting circles on Kendall's back. "I'm going to check your temperature. I'll be right back." A few seconds later, he returned with the medical device and stuck it into his friend's mouth. When it beeped, he took it and read it aloud. "102.7. Logan!"