Seriously CANNOT stop jamming to Elevate! EVERY SINGLE SONG IS SO ADDICTING! And their voices...just...I get chills every time I listen to any of their songs. These boy are just perfect!

But I'm sure you all know that.

Shout out to PizzaTop21, RainTastesGood, BigTimeGleekBTR, I'm Bananas For Bananas, emmyloser, bigtimerangergirl123, Anonymous Skrtle, and Twisted Illusions, for your awesome reviews! This chap's for all of you!

A little Kendall background in this chapter. Just...letting you know.

Breakdown

Chapter 22: Consequences

James still hadn't snapped out of the mortified trance he was in. He didn't even feel himself being dragged off stage by his friends. He didn't feel palms pressed to his forehead, or someone wiping his hand off with a tissue. All he knew was that he was now no longer in front of the audience, but he could still hear them in his mind, crying out in disgust, over and over. The nausea was still present in his stomach. He could see himself, doubled over, puking between his fingers, in front of thousands of sickened onlookers. Some role model he was.

James didn't know what the crowd had done once they'd left the stage. Probably all gone home to call up their friends who hadn't attended and told them never to go see BTR in concert. James honestly didn't care what everyone thought of him now. All he wanted was to go home. To Minnesota, and never come back.

James eventually became aware of his friends leaning in close to him, bombarding him with questions. He blinked up at them dazedly.

Before his mind had even caught up to what was happening and what they were saying, Mrs. Knight was suddenly there, immediately fussing over James.

"Oh, James, are you okay sweetie? Don't you worry about a thing, we're going to take you back to the Palm Woods and make you all better."

James cringed. He wasn't sick! And he didn't want anyone thinking he was. It was just these past six weeks had been hard but he hadn't let himself be nervous, and now that it was over, it had all finally caught up to him and...the consequences weren't pretty.

Wow. Even to James, that sounded like the lamest defence ever.

"I'm not going back to the Palm Woods," James mumbled through his hands, which he was now hiding his face in. "I can't. Everybody there probably knows. I'm going home. I'm going to be the new face of Brooke Diamond Cosmetics."

Kendall ran a distressed hand through his hair and sighed. "James, be real, man. What happened sucks, it totally blows, but you'll get over it. Nobody is gonna remember this forever."

"Yeah, only for a few years. That's not so bad." James' hoarse voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Maybe if you think about kittens, you won't feel so bad."

"Carlos!" James exploded. "Kittens aren't the cure for everything!"

Carlos suddenly seemed ten times smaller. He shrunk back. "I'm sorry, I..."

Kendall fended for Carlos. "Don't freak out on Carlos!" he shouted at the pale brunette.

James bit back a moan. Was it really necessary for Kendall to yell at all the wrong times? James felt like his head was going to blow up. Every single noise was exacerbating his headache. Did Kendall have to scream in his face?

"I'm sorry, okay? It's natural to be a little upset about this."

Logan and Mrs. Knight, seemingly the only ones feeling sympathetic at the moment, rubbed James' back in a failed attempt to comfort the sick boy.

"You don't want to go home, James," Mrs. Knight cooed softly. "You put up a pretty strong argument with your mother to get her to let you stay. You're not going to throw that all away, are you?"

James considered. It was true. What had been the point of fighting his mother and for the first time ever winning against her if he was going to go back home anyway?

James shook his head.

"Once this all blows over you'll be glad you stayed."

James sighed. "I know, I know. I'm making too big a deal out of this."

"No you're not," Carlos chimed in. "I'd be really embarrassed, too, if I barfed all over the stage tonight."
Carlos attained four glares of disapproval at his words, but he just smiled back as if he'd said the right thing.

"Can we just leave?" James moaned miserably. His stomach was twisting, his head pounding.

"Oh, sure, you can leave. RIGHT AFTER YOU EXPLAIN WHAT JUST HAPPENED OUT THERE!"

The backstage residents all winced at the familiar rage-flooded voice.

Kendall wasted no time jumping to his friend's defense. "What's to explain, Gustavo? He got sick, it happens."

"NOT DURING A PERFORMANCE IT DOESN'T!"

"Well, it did. You can't seriously be mad at James for it. It wasn't his fault."

"Are you telling me that it's wrong to be mad that tonight was this band's LAST PERFORMANCE EVER!"

"If I was telling you that, that would mean I'd be admitting to this being our last performance. Which is isn't. Griffin's not gonna end Big Time Rush again over something like this. It happened at the very end, anyway! It's not that big of a deal!"

James's moods were still iffy. Even though he'd been on his medication for almost two months now, he still sometimes experienced minor mood swings. Right then seemed to be one of those times.

He stood abruptly. The world spun sickeningly for a long moment, before straightening itself out. "Kendall, please stop arguing with Gustavo. He's right; what just happened out there was...bad. Who knows how Griffin's going to react? But it happened, and I can't change that. If we're over, we're over."

His friends were all taken aback at his sudden change in tone.

"James, don't talk like that. Big Time Rush is not over," Logan tried to convince his fretting friend. "Griffin's always been fairly understanding. And like Kendall said... 'it'... happened at the end. It isn't like it ruined the tour."

James crossed his arms over his chest and didn't respond.

Logan sighed and turned to Mrs. Knight. She turned to Gustavo.

"Gustavo, look. You have to understand that the boys have never done anything like a six week tour before. They've been working extremely hard, and I'd say that apart from tonight's little incident, the tour was immaculate. You have to admit, the boys did an amazing job. So if you could just put this aside and consider the fact that absolutely nothing else went awry, then maybe you could learn to have a little more faith in the boys, and therefore, a little more optimism for the band."

"Oh, you think I didn't have faith in them? Do you think I would have let them step foot on stage if I hadn't? Well, I did, and now guess what? THEY BLEW IT!"

"You don't know that yet!" James exploded. "Why do you always automatically assume the worst? Your pessimism is rubbing off on us, too. I mean, Logan' always been bad, but now? I'm pretty sure the world would end the day he looked on the bright side of something. And me? So I've never been the most optimistic person, but yeah, I like to see the silver lining on every cloud, and now I can't be positive to save my life. Pretty soon you'll have Carlos always seeing the negative of every situation. Carlos!"

Gustavo was too flabbergasted to respond. None of the dogs had ever lost it on him like that before. He didn't know how to react.

Everyone else was just as shocked. James didn't usually have such a short fuse. He was pretty good with keeping his temper in check. So what had just happened?

"Where did that come from?" Kendall uttered.

James gripped at both sides of his head. Seriously, who set off a grenade in there?

"I-I don't... You know it's true...I'm sorry, I just..." James trailed off. He had no idea what he was trying to say. His mind was so muddled. Everything was confusing him.

Mrs. Knight grabbed James' arm in obvious worry. "Don't worry about it right now, James," she murmured soothingly. "Let's just get you to the bus."

She turned to Gustavo. Even he could tell that she was not happy. "Just...call one of the other boys tomorrow." She forced back a look of disgust and lead James away, Katie and the other boys tracking behind.

She didn't like the way James was looking. He was eerily pale, almost grey, and his damp hair clung to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed, the only hint of colour in his ashen face. Granted, the others boys were flushed and sweaty too, from just finishing the performance, but Jennifer Knight was a mother. She knew this was different. She could feel the heat radiating from the brunette teen even from where she had her hand placed firmly on his arm.

Jennifer rubbed at her eyes with her free hand. James was a stubborn patient, but he was really sick and she wasn't going to leave him alone until he was better, no matter how much of a fight she put up.

It was going to be a long few days.

"You know, I offered you sanitizer how many times?" Logan raised a skeptical eyebrow at James. "And you didn't take it. That's why me, Kendall, and Carlos aren't sick. Because we understand the power of hand sanitizer. It's effective stuff."

"It dries out your skin!"

"It's better to have dry hands than vomit-covered ones!"

James scowled. "Low blow."

"Well it's true."

"...I know..."

Logan sighed. He moved forward and patted James on the shoulder. "It is what it is, regardless of whether or not it could have been prevented. And right now, you're sick, and stressing yourself out is only going to make it worse."

James moaned and rolled over, burying his face into his pillow. He just wanted to be back at the Palm Woods so he could lay in his own bed for the first time in over a month. The tour bus beds were comfy, but small, and James just plain missed the comforts of the Palm Woods, which he now considered his home.

However, James wouldn't be getting his wish for another seven hours. That's how long they still had on the bus. New Jersey had been their farthest stop.

"How can I not stress about this?" James mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm worried sick. Aren't you?"

"James, you're not worried sick. You're worried and sick. And weren't you the one going off about looking at the bright sides of things earlier?"

"I don't know what I was talking about. It just came out. And what's the 'bright side' of this, Logan?What good could possibly come out of this?"

Logan faltered. "Uh, well...okay, how 'bout not looking at all the bad things this might cause. Might as in, not for sure."

"I don't see any other way to look at it."

Logan sighed, frustration seeping its way into his veins and settling.

"I think you just need to sleep. Hopefully you'll feel better and be in a better mood in the morning."

James didn't say anything as Logan left, drawing the curtain closed on his way out, isolating James from the rest of the bus.

James finally lifted his head from his pillow and let the refreshing air fill his lungs. But a breath tickled his sore throat, and he began coughing harshly. Ugh, couldn't people just be courteous and wash their damn hands before touching other peoples'? It eliminated the need for skin-destroying sanitizer and kills germs probably better than stupid sanitizer.

James' coughing slowed just as the curtain was shoved hastily back and Kendall popped in. His concern-filled eyes scanned James over quickly. "You okay, bud? You sound like you're dying in here."

"I'm good-" But another round of coughing gave him away.

Kendall watched his friend with a mix of sympathy and helplessness. There was nothing he could do to help James. He'd taken just about all the medicine he could within a safe amount. It wasn't only that, though, that Kendall couldn't help James with. The sick teen was solely convinced that BTR was done, and that all the blame could be put fairly on him.

Kendall doubted he could persuade his friend otherwise. But it was worth a shot.

"Don't worry about Logan. He just doesn't want you to stress about this or blame yourself while you're sick. It's not good for you. And, you know that it isn't your fault. Right, James?"

James only shrugged.

"And that we don't blame you?" Kendall pressed on.

"Kendall, no offense, but nothing you say will make me feel any better about this. The only way I'll get over this is if- if- Griffin doesn't fire us." He sighed. "And that's a big if."

"James..." Kendall winced at his own fed-up tone. James was going through enough as it was, it wouldn't be fair or at all helpful to lose it on him now.

Speaking softer, he began again. "James, I don't know exactly how you feel right now. I'm not going through what you're going through. I don't know what's on your mind. But I do know that you're never going to stop hating yourself if tonight ends us. I'm still not budging when I say it won't. Either are Carlos or Logan. Even my mom and Katie are sure this won't change anything. But if it does- and that's a big if-" James scowled. "-won't you at least be happy that we made it this far? I mean, your dream has come true, James. Isn't that enough?"

James sat up, narrowly avoiding smashing his head off the roof. He glared down at Kendall. "No, Kendall, it isn't enough. It's not enough because we could have gotten so much farther if I had just...just...I don't know, used the freaking sanitizer. That's how easily this could have been prevented. But no, I had to be an idiot and think about skin care over health, and now look where it's gotten me!"

Kendall flinched. His eyes grew wide and he actually backed up a step. James had officially lost it on him. And he wasn't done.

"How can you try to reassure me that it's all going to be okay when you don't know that? ! I mean, really, how can you just stand there and lie to my face? ! What's wrong with you, Kendall? Logan, Carlos, all of you! If I believed you guys and things ended up going the way I say they're gonna, you have no idea how much I'd hate you. None!"

Kendall didn't answer. He had no idea what to say. It seemed like anything that came out of his mouth earned himself more hostility from James. Speaking of which, where was all this hostility coming from in the first place? Sure, James was upset and he every right to be, but couldn't he see that his friends were just trying to help him?

Kendall didn't know whether he should just leave James alone to cool down for a while. He feared it would appear that he was turning his back on his friend, and that would only worsen James' mood.

Wait a second...his mood...

Kendall raised his eyes to meet James'. "James...I'm sorry. Think what you want. I'll leave you alone."

With those whispered words, Kendall walked away. Something wasn't right, and he knew what.

"Is it just me, or has James been having mood swings galore today?"

Logan shrugged. "The medication's a treatment, not a cure," he rationalized. "He's still entitled to some off days. Besides, he's sick. Everyone gets a little cranky when they don't feel well."

"So it isn't just me."

Logan rolled his eyes at Carlos. "No, Carlos it isn't just-"

"You!" Kendall appeared, wide-eyed. He pointed frantically at Logan. "James has been having mood swings galore today!"

Logan threw his hands up in exasperation. What was with it and his friends' ability to think what one another was thinking?

"Yes, I know, and no, it's not just you."

Kendall's eyes narrowed, displaying confusion. "What? Never mind." He shook his head. "Say James forgot to take his medication one day. Would that give him mood swings? Like, worse ones than usual?"

Logan frowned a contemplating frown for a moment. A second later, his head snapped up with a gasp. His eyes were as huge as Kendall's. Without a word, he bolted from his seat and to the bunks, Kendall hot in pursuit. Carlos chased after them, the only one not understanding what the problem was.

"Guys?" he called as he followed them. "What's going on?"

"I thought you were going to leave me alone," James mumbled as his three friends burst into the sleeping area of the bus.

Logan opened his mouth and closed it a few times. He didn't know quite how to start. "James... there's no easy way to ask this, but...d-did you, uh, you know..."

Kendall rolled his eyes. Well, this was getting them nowhere. Not feeling patient enough to wait for Logan to stutter his way through the inquiry, Kendall blurted "Did you take your medication this morning or not?"

James froze. His already pale face blanched even more. His eyes darted left and right, as if searching fervently for an escape. But there was none, so he turned to his trusty back-up option. Lying.

He forced a laugh. It came out a strangled choke. "Of course I did. Why would you ask that?"

"You're not the one in position to be asking questions here."

"Kendall-"

"Tell. The. Truth. You didn't, did you?"

"I did! You saw your mom give me the pill!"

"That doesn't mean you took it! You could have easily hid it under your tongue! That's the oldest trick in the book! Doesn't mean my mom wouldn't fall for it!" Nobody, not even Logan, caught onto the strain in Kendall's voice when he said those words.

Logan nudged Kendall with his elbow. "Dude, take it easy."

"No, Logan, this is serious!"

"Fine! I d- I didn't."

James' sudden confession wasn't news to Kendall or Logan, but they were surprised anyway. They hadn't been expecting to get it out of James so effortlessly.

Carlos looked a little uncertain. Not taking his medicine, that was a bad thing, right? But hadn't he taken a whole bunch when they'd gotten back to the bus?

But then Carlos keyed in on what medication they were talking about. Now that, Carlos knew, wasn't good.

The boys were stunned to see tears streaming down James' cheeks. He'd been yelling a second ago.

"I-I-I'm sorry," he sobbed, tugging at his hair. "I just...I can't stand feeling like such a freak. I thought maybe if I didn't take it, I could learn to control my emotions like I used to be able to...I hate feeling that lack of control, and I just...I did something stupid! If I could take it back, I would! I don't like being happy and laughing one minute, and screaming at you guys over nothing the next. I'm just...sorry!"

"James, you're not a freak," Carlos insisted, his voice gentle and soothing. He had clued in to what had happened, and now all he wanted to do was make his best friend smile. "And don't be sorry. We aren't mad at you. We understand." Carlos spoke for all of them. He was sure Kendall and Logan felt the same way. If they didn't, well then, that was just...that was just rude.

James wiped the salty rivers from his flushed cheeks. "Y-you mean it?"

Carlos nodded. The sparkle in his eyes proved his sincerity.

"It'll never happen again. I promise."

Carlos grinned at his brunette friend. Carlos trusted him. Kendall and Logan were a bit more worried, but they plastered small smiles onto their faces, as well. James was covering all the negatives in his mind. He really needed them to be thinking positively right now.

"We know it won't, buddy." Carlos patted James on the knee. "And James? Remember something."

"What's that?"

"We love you."

And Carlos' grin broadened, because he got more than he'd hoped for. Along with smiling back, James responded with, "Only if you remember that I love you guys, too."

"I wonder what we're supposed to do since he skipped a day," Kendall pondered aloud as he and Logan sprawled out on the couches that had folded out from the table. They and Carlos were sleeping out there tonight to do the best they could to avoid catching James' flu bug or whatever it was. Though it made more sense for James to sleep out there since he was just one person, the others had all agreed that they should. James was sick, and they wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.

Now Carlos was saying goodnight to James. He always liked to stay up with his friends when they couldn't sleep, but James needed his rest, and Carlos promised he'd only talk to him for five minutes. So far, it had been nine.

"He just starts taking his medication again tomorrow like normal," Logan told Kendall.

The blonde tried to look at his friend in the darkness. "How do you know that?"

"Well, ever since James was diagnosed, I've been reading into mental disorders like his. Not just bipolar, but other ones as well. And I happened to come across that."
"Oh."

They were quiet for a moment as they listened to the hushed murmurs of James and Carlos coming from the other side of the bus.

Finally Logan broke the silence. "...Kendall?"

"Yeah, Logie?"

Logan ignored the nickname. "How...how did you know?"

Kendall was quiet again. He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat abashedly before answering. "Well, when I first started taking anti-depressants, I...I did the same thing that James did today."

Logan forced himself not to gasp or cry out what? or something to that degree. He only nodded in the blackness.

Kendall continued, not really expecting a big reaction from Logan. Logan knew how to hide his shock most of the time. "I was never supposed to talk about it, but...I didn't want a little pill every day to determine my decisions. It's not that I wanted to be depressed. Honestly, I was so relieved when my mother found out. I knew I was going to get help, and that's what I wanted,m ore than anything. And, like James, I was glad to be getting help, glad that I wouldn't have to worry so much about what I might have done to myself. It was a little hard to accept at first, the pills made the reality of me being depressed so much clearer. It was hard taking those pills, but I did because I knew that they could save me.

But then one day, I couldn't do it anymore. I suddenly didn't want to face the fact that I had to take one of those tiny white pills every morning to keep my thoughts in check. I didn't like being medicated. It made me feel different, and that was not something I wanted to feel then. So I pretended to take my medication. Hid it under my tongue." Kendall suddenly chuckled humourlessly to himself. "Even after all these years, Mom still checks to make sure it's gone."

"So that's how you...but what happened. Kendall, what did you do when you didn't take it?" Logan's voice was bleak, like he was afraid to ask, afraid of what the answer could be.

"Well, it just so happened that I skipped it the day of the one year anniversary of my father's death." Kendall fought to squeeze the last two words out.

Now Logan didn't bother trying to hold back his gasp. This was just too much.

"It was around the same time I started getting depressed the year before. So, that...it put me over the edge." The next thing Logan knew, Kendall's flashlight was being snapped on. He blinked away the bright spots hovering in his eyes before he turned to Kendall questioningly. He was rolling up his sleeves.

Logan felt sick. No, no. I don't want to see this.

But Kendall's arms were now exposed. Logan looked closely. He forced himself not to turn away.

The scars were barely visible. They were small pink lines, running across both of Kendall's wrists. The years that had gone by since they'd been carved into the skin had faded them almost completely. It wasn't hard to see now why Logan had never noticed them. But now that he was looking for them, he could see so clearly. And in those many faint scars, Logan could make out every ounce of hurt Kendall had been feeling when he'd sliced the razor down his arms. It made his head spin.

Logan lifted his eyes to look directly at Kendall, but the blonde flicked the light off. The bulb went out, and it Logan a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness again. Soon enough he could see the shadowy outline of Kendall, moving into a lying position.

Logan wanted to say something, anything, to let his friend know that he understood that what had just been shared with him was extremely personal. But what was he supposed to say to that?

"K-Kendall, I..."

Logan was shocked when Kendall laughed. He stopped stuttering. How was this funny? Or was the noise emitting from Kendall's mouth one of those 'I-don't-know-what-else-to-do-so-I-think-I'll-laugh' kind of laughs? The kind that didn't really mean one thought something was funny.

"Um, Kendall-"

"I know what you're thinking. 'What am I supposed to say to that?' Am I right?"

"Okay, seriously, how do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Never mind...Kendall, I don't know what to say. I mean...if you found out...no, it's not fair to ask you that?"

"What, if I found the same thing out about one of you, what would I say?" Kendall actually thought about it for a minute. "Wow. I guess I wouldn't know what to say, either."

"I mean...wow. I never knew...see, I still can't even think straight!"

Kendall laughed again. "Logan, it was years ago. You don't have to say anything."

"It's just...how could I not have noticed?"

Kendall shrugged, forgetting that Logan couldn't see him. "I did everything I could to hide it. It was only for a day anyway."

"But...you went through so much for so long. We didn't even know you were on anti-depressants till a couple months ago. What kind of friends are we if we don't even notice that?"

"Logan." Kendall's voice took on a on a serious tone. "I didn't want you guys to find out, so I made sure you didn't. I guess I'm just good at hiding things I want hidden. It doesn't make you bad friends. Not at all. In fact, you're the best friends anyone could ever ask for."

There was a brief moment of silence as Logan thought over Kendall's words before the blonde added, "And don't ever make me feel like I need to say something like that again, because I'm not into that sappy stuff."

This time, Logan laughed. A real laugh. "I'll try."

Kendall nudged his friend. "But seriously, you guys do mean the world to me... Okay, that was the last time."

Logan just smiled. It wasn't often Kendall said things like that, so you knew when he really meant it.

"And the same goes for all of us."

The bus hit a bump then, and Logan and Kendall jostled slightly in their makeshift beds.

"Ugh, I'm never gonna get any sleep," Kendall groaned.

Logan chuckled slightly, but he agreed. He was sure that just as he'd start to drift off, they'd hit another pothole and he'd be jolted back to awareness. It had happened several times on the tour already. Logan really couldn't wait to be back at the Palm Woods. He was sure James and Carlos couldn't, either.

"That reminds me..." Logan muttered. He felt around for the flashlight. "I'm gonna go get Carlos."

Kendall laughed. "Yeah, it's only been half an hour. Knowing him, he probably fell asleep in there."

"I wouldn't doubt it."

Logan fumbled his way into the curtained-off section of the bus. He flicked off his flashlight when he saw that Carlos held one of his own.

Logan smiled at the sight before him. Carlos sat on the lower bunk across from James. He was grinning, as per usual, and chatting away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that James was half asleep, his eyes alternating between half-mast and closed. He yawned.

"...and then I said to the corn-dog- Oh, hey Logan."

Logan raised a skeptical eyebrow at his helmet-wearing friend, who just smiled back sheepishly.

James' eyes opened, tired-looking and bloodshot. "Why would you say 'Hey Logan' to the corn- Oh, hey Logan."

Logan smiled at James and tried not to laugh. His two childish friends always ended up saying the same thing without realizing it at one point or another throughout the day.

"Carlos, it's been way too long. James needs some sleep. And so do you."

Carlos' lower lip jutted out in an adorable pout. "But Logan, I'm just trying to make him feel better."

"I know buddy, and that's really nice of you, but you know what? Sleep will make James feel better more than anything else right now."

Carlos sighed, hanging his head in a defeated manner. "Okay. Goodnight, James. Feel better."

"Thanks, Carlitos. Night."

Carlos shuffled his way past Logan, head still hung as he sniffled loudly, as if it would cause Logan to feel empathetic and give him more time with James. James laughed when Logan pretended not to acknowledge Carlos.

Carlos' pout deepened as he disappeared from view.

Logan glanced at James and smiled. "How you feeling?"

"Awesome."

"Yeah?"

"Nope."

"Like I said, get some sleep. You look like you can really use some. You might not feel great in the morning, but trust me, it'll help."

"I know. You've said that to me every time I've been sick for how many years?"

Logan smirked. "Apparently not enough, if you don't know to tell Carlos to scram for interfering with your beauty sleep."

James gasped in horror. "You're right! Thanks to Carlos, I'll be flawed for our return tomorrow!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Oh boy. I need some sleep, too, if I'm going to have to deal with you freaking out over not looking your best for our return tomorrow when all you'll probably be doing is staying in bed all day."

"What? Why?"

Logan chortled. "Goodnight, James."

"Wait, Logan..."

Logan turned to face his friend again. "Yeah?"

James averted his eyes from Logan's. He inhaled deeply before speaking. "I...I am sorry about what I did-or, what I didn't do today. I know Carlos said not to be, but I know I should be. I feel like such an idiot."

Logan stepped further into the room. "James, please, don't stress about it. It's over with, and we know you won't do it again. And anyway, it's normal for you to feel that way. But for now, just stop thinking about it and get some rest. Okay?"

James yawned again before muttering "Okay. And Logan? ...Thanks."

"No problem. Don't hesitate to get me if you need anything. Got it?"

James nodded. "G't 't," he murmured, too tired to pronounce his syllables.

Logan did a quick glance-around to make sure James had everything he might need in the middle of the night. Tissues, two fresh bottles of water, an extra blanket, a bucket just in case... He was good to go. Logan just hoped James wouldn't need any of this stuff. It'd be great if he could just get through the night without waking up.

Logan grabbed the flashlight Carlos had forgotten. Before he turned it off, he sneaked one last peek at his sick friend and smiled once again. With a peaceful expression on his face, James was already fast asleep.

James is going to counseling next chap. And you'll find out what happens with Griffin and the outcome of BTR since the incident. * Gasp! *