I DO NOT OWN BIG TIME RUSH.
It'll Get Better... Eventually.
"Mom, do you think I'll ever get better?"
Mrs. Knight hugged her son. "Of course you'll get better. You're strong, so you'll fight this off."
"You mean I'll be better eventually?"
"Well, if you wanna think about it that way, then… yes." They both laughed and she kissed his head.
Logan's dad came in. "Good news everyone." James was busy resting while Logan and Carlos were startled awake and fell off the couch. Logan's dad chuckled at the boys' antics.
"Ow! Carlos, get off me!"
Carlos stood up, stretched, and headed toward the bathroom. Logan also stretched and then sat back on the couch.
"Hey, Dad."
"Oh, Logie. You and your friends crack me up. Anyway, good news. It turns out that Tirexia is not contagious. You can stop worrying about that now, at least."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Knight said, "That's good news." She turned her attention to Kendall. "Now all we gotta do is make sure you and James get better."
"Yeah, and we can all do it together," Katie said to her brother.
"I am just so glad that I feel better. For now, Logan."
"I said I was sorry, Kendall."
"Yeah…" He held his right arm up so Logan could see. "Tell that to my broken arm."
"Love you too, Kendall."
"Well, that's all I came to tell you. Unless Kendall wants to add anything."
"I just wanna go home."
Dr. Mitchell chuckled. "You'll get to go home soon, don't worry. I just wanna make sure you're all better first."
"I'm better, believe me."
"You may think you're better, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
Kendall sighed. "All right."
"Now, I'm just gonna check on James and be on my way." He made his way over to James and James woke up. "Sorry, James. I'm just gonna look you over and then you can go back to sleep, okay?" He nodded. Dr. Mitchell took out his thermometer and checked James' temperature. He read it and said, "I don't like this."
"What's it say?"
"105. That's not good. We've got to get it down now." He pressed the Call button on James' bed.
A few seconds later, a nurse came in. "You called, Dr. Mitchell?"
"Yes. Can you help run an ice bath for James?"
"Yes, I can." She left the room to go start the bath.
"W-w-what's an ice bath?" James asked, all nervous.
Dr. Mitchell replied, "It's where you sit in a tub of ice water to bring your fever down." James looked scared. "Don't worry. It's safe." He helped James into a wheelchair.
He started to wheel James out, but Kendall asked, "What's going on?" He noticed the look of terror on James' face.
"James has a high fever, so we're giving him an ice bath."
"Ice bath?"
Logan said, "It's when you sit in a tub of ice water, dude."
"Oh. Wait, ice? He'll be freezing after."
"He might be, he might not be. Depending on how high his fever is and how warm his body is, he might be relieved to be cool."
He sighed. "Maybe, I guess."
Meanwhile, Logan's dad was explaining the bath to James. "Okay, James. The tub's full of ice water. You get in there, and you're usually in there for about one to two minutes. When you get out, there's a towel on the sink you can cover up with it. I'll set the timer on my watch and when it goes off, I'll be here to get you."
James was still unsure about this, but replied, "Okay... let's do this."
"Okay. My watch is set to go off in two minutes. I'll start when you're in the bathroom. Ready?"
He nodded and went in. As soon as he did, Dr. Mitchell started the timer on his watch. "Good luck, James."
"Thanks." He took off everything but his boxers and stepped in. He shivered when he sat down but felt a little better after a few seconds.
Two minutes later, Dr. Mitchell's watch beeped, and he went to knock on the door. "James, it's been two minutes. Cover up with the towel and there's a fresh gown for you under the sink." A minute later, James came out with a gown on, and a towel wrapped around his shivering frame. "How do you feel now?"
"I'm f-f-freezing."
Dr. Mitchell plopped the thermometer in James' mouth and when it beeped, he replied, "But the good news is your fever went down."
"Y-y-yeah, a-a-along w-w-with t-t-the h-h-heat i-i-in m-m-my b-b-body."
"Once you're back in bed, you'll be warm again soon."
"I-I-I h-h-hope s-s-so."
"You will be." He put James in his wheelchair and wheeled him back to his room. Once there, he helped him back into bed. "James, you did great. I'm proud of you."
Kendall asked, "How's James?"
"Well, the bath worked, and his fever is down. It's 101.3. It's better. Still a fever, though. Speaking of fevers, I gotta check yours, Kendall." He sighed and Dr. Mitchell stuck the thermometer in his mouth until it beeped. When it did, he said, "Wow, yours is great, Kendall: 98.9."
"Thank you, Dr. Mitchell."
"You're welcome. Yep, I would say that…" Kendall was eager to hear the answer he was waiting to hear since he spent almost two weeks in the hospital. "That you can go home."
"Yes!" he shouted.