Okay, sorry this is late. I went on a day trip to Chicago Saturday. It was sooo long. We got up at 4 a.m. and didn't get home till 1:30 a.m. Gah, my feet still hurt. On to the story that I hope won't be super cheesy, but get your chips ready anyway!

Another shout out to Cheeky, who mentioned my story in her story Some Wild Behavior, thanks Cheeky! That made my super long, boring train ride better because then I started thinking about this! (My phone had internet, but it died after I read the chapter…) So

T*H*A*N*K*S*

Inspired by the true story of and co-written with Daniella Smith (my sister)

13. Misfortune (does anyone else find that ironic? Lucky number 13 is Misfortune…)

"Whoa."

"Awesome!"

"My hair!"

"Run!"

That was the reactions from the four boys as thunder rumbled above them, as they had been playing street hockey in an abandon parking lot, and rain came pouring down. Kendall took off running. James put his hands over his head and followed Kendall. Carlos followed with a smile on his face, stepping in every puddle as he went. Logan, unknowing to them, stayed behind and stared up at the sky.

After the last storm, and some teasing from his friends, he decided he needed to face his fear of storms. And besides, this was a light summer storm, not an evil one. He couldn't even see the lightening. He stared up at the clouds, blinking every now and then when rain hit his eyes.

"It's kind of weird, isn't it?" Logan asked. When no one replied he looked around. "Guys? Guys!" Still no answer. Logan shook his wet head, drops falling on his shoes. He took off running towards the Palm Woods.

But he didn't get very far. He got probably ten steps when he slipped in a puddle. His feet flew out from under him and he fell to the ground, landing on his butt.

Pain shot up his spine so quickly Logan gaped, and then yelled in pain. He fell to his side, listening to his yell echo across the parking lot.

He laid there, catching his breath, feeling the hot sting of his tears as they fell across his face. The pain in his back dropped to an ache, but whenever he moved, it hurt like heck.

"Help!" Logan yelled, listening again as it echoed. He waited for the familiar sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement but it never came.

He slowly, ever so slowly, pulled his phone out of his pocket, thankful it wasn't on the side he was laying on.

He dialed the cursed 3 numbers and listen to it ring, hating that his speaker button was broken. His back pain was slowly growing with his arm in the position it was in. "911 what's you emergency?" The calm voice asked.

Logan took a deep breath. He was shivering from lying in the cold rain, crying from the pain. "My n-name is L-l-Logan M-mi-Mitchell. I've f-fallen in an empty p-parking lot a mile s-south of the P-p-palm W-w-woods. I think I m-might have b-broken my back. I need an ambulance." He said the last sentence so calmly, his shivering stutter disappearing for a moment.

"Okay, an ambulance is being sent to your location." Logan hung up the phone, not really caring if the person had more to say. His arm being up by his ear hurt his back, but he was in a position where he just couldn't lay the phone on his ear.

He thought about calling his friends, but the pain would be too much to bear. And if he did brake his back, then he shouldn't move unless necessary.

How did this happen? He thought. I've fallen on my butt many times, at least 20 times in the last hour. How come this time I got hurt?

Oh man, I could become paralyzed! Logan's worrying mine instantly went to worst case scenario. That would ruin Big Time Rush. Oh man, James is gonna be so mad! I should've been more careful! This is all my fault.

What fault is yours? A voice asked in the back of his head. They ran too, you just got stuck with the misfortune.Logan scoffed at his inner mind. It was right, but he still felt bad.

Well yeah you idiot, your back is broken.Logan smiled dispute the fact tears were still falling, joining the cold cruel rain that was freezing him. He took a deep breath, shivering more as he let it out. He was scared, but his mind was slowing down, so he just laid there, starting at the ground that was equal to his face, watching the raindrops explode from impact. He stopped thinking and just watched the rain.

"That was awesome." Carlos said as they ran into the Palm Woods.

"Say that to my hair." James pulled out him comb and started fixing his hair.

"Where's Logan?" Kendall asked, shaking his hair like a dog.

"We probably lost him. He'll be here in a minute. Let's go up to the apartment and dry off." Carlos and Kendall nodded. As the three boys headed up to the apartment, Kendall couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.

Now Logan was completely drenched and freezing. He was shaking violently, his teeth clicking whenever they hit. How long did it take an ambulance to get there? This was crazy.

Logan sighed, wishing his friends were with him. How misfortunate did this event have to get. Logan looked down at his phone, wishing he wasn't in so much pain that he couldn't call his friends.

He mentally smacked himself when he saw what his phone said. He flipped it open and hit OK

1 new message

Hey Logan, where'd you go?
-Kendall

Logan smiled. How did I forget about text?

You're in a crazy situation, his mind answered. The obvious was obviously not a choice.

"Shut up." Logan said aloud. He hit reply and, slower with only one hand, typed a short reply.

Hurt. Stil in lot. A-lance comin. Help?
-Logan

Logan laid his head back down on the pavement, a dull thud echoing through his head. This was extremely boring...How long did it take for the ambulance to get there? It's only been like five minutes, again his mind answered.

Logan felt his hand vibrate. He opened his phone and hit okay again.

Be there in 3. Are you alright?
-Kendall

Logan sighed. No he wasn't alright; he was lying in a parking lot! He hit the reply button and started typing again.

Ok. Kind of. Not bleeding :) Bring blanket?
-Logan

Another fit a shivers hit and Logan wrapped one arm around him, the other still where he had fallen on it. He slowly pulled his knees up so he was more-or-less in a fetal position. The movement stretched his back painfully for a moment, before relaxing with a lesser ache.

As soon as they had reached the elevator, Kendall pulled out his cell and texted Logan.

Hey Logan, where'd you go?
-Kendall

It wasn't until they were already inside apartment in fresh clothes that Kendall got a reply. He sighed, relieved that Logan texted back. That relieve was gone as soon as he read the message.

Hurt. Stil in lot. A-lance comin. Help?
-Logan

Kendall shot up from the sofa, earning a confused look from Carlos and James. "What's up?" James asked.

Kendall looked at his friends. "Logan's hurt. He's still in the parking lot. Come on." The three of them quickly put their shoes back on, also throwing on some jackets. Kendall typed a reply as they left the apartment.

Be there in 3. Are you alright?
-Kendall

They were waiting for the elevator to come when Carlos looked at Kendall. "Do you know how bad?"

Kendall looked down at his phone. "Bad enough that he called an ambulance, and didn't call us." That's when Kendall got a message back.

Ok. Kind of. Not bleeding :) Bring blanket?
-Logan

Kendall looked at James, who was the second fastest. "James, can you run back to the apartment and grab a blanket?" James nodded and sprinted down the hallway. Kendall looked back down at his phone and typed a reply.

Ok. Be there in 5 now. What happened?

-Kendall

James ran back with a small, yet thick blanket. The elevator opened and they got in, impatiently waiting as the elevator went down. As soon as the doors opened, the bolted out. The rain was falling a bit harder than it was earlier, but they didn't care, they just ran. Being careful of course, the last thing they needed were 2 hurt friends.

Logan felt his phone vibrate again, but didn't feel like answering it. He was comfortable, or as comfortable as you can get lying in a parking lot in the pouring rain. His mind was also having a heated argument.

This is pathetic. How can someone break their back by falling on their butt? I guess I'm just that weak...

No! You're not weak and you know it!

I know it. But they won't. I'm lying in a parking lot in the pouring rain, crying. They're gonna think I'm weak.

They're your best friends, they will not think you are weak. I think the cold is getting to your head.

The cold is getting me everywhere. I'm going to get hypothermia.

Will you stop thinking negatively? Sheesh.

You're me! Wait, I'm arguing with myself. Who does that?

You.

Shut up.

Logan sat there for a couple of seconds, thinking about what he had said.

This is really weird, you know? If I start talking to myself out loud, I'm blaming you.

Then you'll just be blaming yourself.

I know that! Gosh you're annoying.

I can get even more annoying.

Oh, please don't.

What did the man say when he walked into a bar?

What?

Owe.

Despite the situation, Logan started laughing. It was a small chuckle, but he was laughing. "I'm sorry. But that was the stupidest joke I've ever heard. Oh look, I'm talking out loud. I now blame you."

Blame yourself.

"Shut up. Gosh, you're g-getting on my nerves. Aren't you, l-like, supposed to be h-helping me rather than annoying m-me? You are me, b-by t-the way. If I'm sad, you're sad."

I know. This is just more fun. So, Logie, what do you want to do?

"What k-kind of q-question is t-that? I want to g-get out of the r-rain and be at a f-freaking hospital of c-course!"

Don't yell at me, I'm you.

"I d-don't c-care if y-your y-you or y-your m-me. And y-yes, I know w-we are the same p-person! So yes, t-technically I am y-you and y-you are me. Happy now?"

"Logan?" A voice asked behind him, causing him to jump, which made his back throb.

"K-Kendall, y-you s-scared m-me." His shivering was getting worse, so his stutter was too. His friend appeared in front of him, getting on his knees so Logan could see him better.

"I wasn't the one talking to myself."

Logan shrugged. "Well, I-I w-was b-be-ing annoy-ing. W-Where are C-C-Carlos and J-J-James?" Carlos then appeared next to Kendall. Logan also felt something covering him, shielding his body from the rain and warming him. He immediately tightened the blanket. James then, also appeared on the other side of Kendall.

"Logie, what happened?" Kendall asked.

Logan sighed. "I-I w-was g-going after y-y-you g-g-guys, w-when I slipped. I l-l-landed wrong or s-s-something because my b-back r-r-really hurts. I t-t-think I might have b-b-broken it." Where's the ambulance? He asked himself.

If you don't know, I don't know.

Logan let out a growl, causing his three friends to look more worried. He smiled. "Sorry, m-my mind is annoying me." He was thankful he wasn't shivering so badly anymore, but he could feel the rain beginning to soak through the blanket.

"Do you talk to yourself often?" Kendall asked, real concern in his voice, which made Logan start laughing, which made Kendal look more worried. "What's so funny?"

Logan looked up at him. "Dude, how often if that question asked seriously? It's just funny to me." His friends looked even more concern, so Logan stopped laughing. "Want to hear a corny joke?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood. His three friends just shrugged. "Wow, you guys are no fun right now."

"Well, what do you expect?" Kendall started. "Our best friend is lying in a parking lot in the rain, hurt. It's kind of scary."

Logan was about to say something when he heard sirens. "Finally. They took forever." It's been, like, fifteen minutes. He corrected. "Shut up!" His three friends looked at him, ever more worried. "Sorry. Just chill guys. I'm not bleeding, I can still feel my toes, everything is gonna be fine." That's when their worried expressions lessened.

Kendall watched as his friend was loaded up onto a gurney, hissing in pain as they laid him on his back, strapping his arms and legs down. They had covered him with a wool blanket, which quickly made Logan stop shivering so much. The thing that worried Kendall is when they put the neck brace on. "What's that for?" He asked one of the paramedics.

She looked at him. "His spin might be broken; it's just to be safe."

They loaded Logan up into the ambulance. He tried his best to look at them and give them a smile, but with the neck brace it was impossible. So he just waved at them. The ambulance doors shut and it drove away. The three boys stood there in silence for a second, before Carlos spoke up. "Why didn't one of us go with him?" He looked over at James and Kendall, who just slapped themselves. The boys ran back to the Palm Woods.

Upon arrival they threw the soaked blanket they brought into the trunk of their car and quickly got in, driving to the hospital.

*1 hour later*

Kendall pushed Logan out of his room at the hospital. Logan was quietly sobbing, the pain in his back at an all time high as he was sitting up. Kendall felt really bad, watching his friend cry, but he knew that soon the shot they had given him would go into effect and the pain would subside. Logan would also, most likely, pass out on him by the end of the hour.

Just a small compression fracture. So small the doctors had to squint to see it. Logan was going to be just fine. Give him two weeks, and he'll be back on his feet like normal. In 3 weeks, he should be completely normal and can continue with their dance training. Kendall gave a small smile as James helped him help Logan into the car. Carlos sat in back with him as they drove back to the Palm Woods.

*Another hour later*

James, Kendall, and Carlos shared a laugh as they saw Logan passed out on the couch. The medicine was doing its job and Logan was sleeping peacefully.

It was misfortunate that that day happened, but it did. What wasn't misfortunate for Logan was that he didn't have to deal with Gustavo for 2 weeks.

Hey, check it out. It wasn't super cheesy! Yay! Yeah, this chapter was a little darker and a lot longer. Gosh. Okay, so sorry the ending was a bit choppy, but that's how it happened to my sister. One moment at the hospital the next passed out on the couch. So, yep. I don't really have anything to say...Oh! Yes I do. This chapter (like I said above) was inspired by my sister, because this actually happened to her in February. But it is also inspired by the story "Help I've fallen and I can't get up!" By Sastiel. GO READ IT IS AWESOME! Unless you don't like gruesome stuff...still read it.

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