I'm sorry this took so long. I just...I don't really have an excuse. I don't think I've responded to any reviews either. I'm so so sorry, I've just been really bad at this so far. I'm working on it though. Thanks to any of you who are still sticking with me through my stupidty!

Okay, so 10 days ago was my 6th month anniversary on Fanfiction! How awesome is that? I think it's pretty awesome. XD

Chapter 5: Scared, Stressed, and Solace

James was staring a white bed. A person once laid in that bed, but now all that remained were the sheets, neatly tucked in. Not a sound echoed through the room as James stared at this bed. He was trying to figure out why he was staring at this bed, or has to why he was even in this room.

The room itself was scary looking to James. The walls looked like they were once white, but now had taken a gray and worn look. The floor was white also, but tiled and speckled with black and browns spots. There was also a window, but it's blinds were down and it's dark blue curtains were drawn shut.

Suddenly there was a knocking behind him, which made James jump. He turned slightly, looking up to see who made the noise. "Carlos." He breathed out, the sight of the boy making him smile, but also his blood run cold.

Carlos looked was pale, really pale, which was really scary. His eyes were blood-shot and they lacked any type of shine or sparkle usually found in Carlos' eyes. Then there was this... look in his eyes. A look that held pain, sorrow, disbelieve, and anger.

Three words left his mouth. "You did this."

James instantly felt tears prick at his eyes. Carlos sounded so, so broken, which made James' stomach drop. His buddy shouldn't sound so sad. "I-I what?" James asked.

"This is all your fault!" Carlos yelled in anger, which was rare. It made James cringe and take a step backwards.

"I don't know what you're talking about." James said, tears falling down his face. He couldn't stand Carlos' tone of voice, or the look in his eyes.

Carlos just shook his head, tears of his own forming. "I can't believe you." He said, turning to look at the ground.

"You- you gotta tell me what I did, Buddy." James cried, taking a step foward, but he didn't seem to move. The room seemed to grow around him, making Carlos seem impossibly far away. "I'll fix it, whatever it is. But you just gotta tell me what it is first."

"You can't!" Carlos screamed. "You can't fix anything James! He's gone and it's all your fault!" Carlos turned to look back at him, and James jumped back. Carlos; eyes had gone from brown to pure black, black as death itself.

"W-what?" James asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and slight fear. "Carlitos, what are you talking about?"

"It's your fault Logan's dead!" Carlos yelled, suddenly appearing right in front of James, his death black eyes staring hard at James. "It's all your fault!" His voice had gone from sounding broken to sounding hateful, something James never expected to hear in any of his friends voices, let alone Carlos'.

James felt his knees buckling out from under him. He hit the ground.

"It's all your fault!" Carlos screamed again. The words filled James with sorrow and so many other feelings, but the voice Carlos was using to say them in filled him with dispair. He hated James, it was so clear.

He hated James.

Because it was James' fault Logan was dead.

Logan was dead.

James covered his ears, trying to block out the sound of Carlos' voice, but it didn't seem to work, he just kept hearing his voice repeat, over and over again.

"It's all your fault! It's your fault Logan is dead! It's all your fault James!"

"James!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder and jerked away, afraid. Afraid of everything. But he pulled away to rough, he found himself falling.

For about 2 seconds before he hit the ground again.

"James! James, are you alright?" He heard Kendall's voice above him, then a hand on his shoulder again. This time he didn't push away, but he kept his eyes screwed shut.

"James, open your eyes. You're fine." That was Carlos. His voice had changed though. It was no longer hateful and accusing, but worried and confused. James relaxed, but still kept his eyes shut.

"James, honey, it was just a dream." Mama Knight. James thought. He turned his head away from where he heard Carlos' voice come from and towards Mrs. Knight's.

"A-a dream?" He asked, and then wanted to cringe at the sound of his voice. It was thick from sleep and crying. He could feel tears on his face still, and sweat dripping down from his hair.

Mrs. Knight nodded and ran a hand through James' hair. "Yes honey, just a dream. Now come on, let's get you off the floor."

James looked around slightly, still avioding the direction of Carlos. Yep, he was on the floor. On the floor of the waiting room in the hospital. James swallowed thickly before rolling over and getting back to his feet.

He looked down instantly once he was back in a chair. His body was still trembling slightly from fear, but he couldn't shake the image of Carlos' death black eyes staring at him, and the sound of his voice when he told him Logan was...

"Any news on Logan?" James asked, voice still thick and slow.

"Um, yeah." Kendall said. "A nurse came out while you were asleep. She said they were almost done with the stuff, and that it only be a little while longer."

James looked up at that, but carefully avioded looking at Carlos. "When was that?"

Kendall shrugged. "Half an hour, 45 minutes ago?" James nodded and looked back at the ground. Kendall shot his mom and pleading look, which she quickly caught.

"Hey, I'm gonna go see if they have a snack machine near here." Mrs. Knight said, standing up. "Carlos, would you like to join me?"

"Yeah!" Carlos said excitedly. Truly, he didn't want to leave James right now, but he could also tell Kendall wanted to have a private word with him. Plus, James was refusing to look at him, so he figured he wasn't needed at the moment. They could always sort things out at a less...stressing time.

Once Mrs. Knight and Carlos had gone, Kendall delivered a hard poke to James' shoulder. "Okay dude, spill. What was that dream about?"

James sighed. He didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to forget it ever happened. But, knowing Kendall, he was going to have to tell. "Logan died." James said.

Kendall took a deep breath, but nodded. He had fully expected that, and truthfully, he didn't know of anything comforting to say. There was no "It's going to be okay" or "He's all right" because they didn't know if was going to be okay and Logan was definately not all right.

So, Kendall asked the next big question. "How was Carlos involved?"

James looked up at him. "How do you know Carlos was involved?"

Kendall smiled at him. "I can just tell. So, what up?"

James sighed, again, and looked at the floor, again. "He was...accusing me for Logan's death. Telling me it was all my fault, over and over again." James voice had cracked by the end of the sentence, and tears were welling up in his eyes again.

Kendall put a hand on James' shoulder and pulled gently, making James look up at him. Kendall just looked into his eyes for a second. So many negative emotions lied in James' eyes, along side the tears. Kendall just wanted to pull him into a hug.

And that's what he did.

Normally, Kendall wasn't a big fan of such bromantical PDA, even if they were alone like they were now. But it had been such a stress filled night, and they were all strung so tight. Personally, and never shall he admit it, but Kendall really needed the hug too.

James was shocked as Kendall held onto him tight. Yes, Kendall was there unoffical leader, but he was better at comforting with words than with hugs and stuff. But James could understand. There wasn't any more room for words, only for actions. After a few seconds, James returned the hug, buring his head in Kendall's shoulder.

Kendall rubbed James' back sofly, pulling him tighter at the same time. All the emotions that had been piling up and growing in size were finally getting the best of Kendall, and tears were building up in his own eyes. "It's okay." Kendall chocked out, his voice cracking. "Just let it out." Those words were meant for James, but Kendall knew they were for him too.

They both pulled each other closer as the tears began falling faster and the whimpers started escaping. After steeling up the best they could through out the night, minor break downs escaping from time to time, they both finally just let the walls around them crumple, holding onto one another as they did.

Kendall was trying to recompose himself as fast as possible. He wasn't used to...this. He had made the motto that tears never fixed anything, and he stuck to it. But the more he tried to tell himself to suck it up, the faster the tears fell. Finally, he just buried his eyes into James' shoulder and...cried.

Through out there little bromance moment, James found them switching places. In the beggining, it was James who was crying and Kendall who was comforting and crying. Now, it was Kendall who was crying and James who was just comforting, he had ran out of tears for the moment. Soon, Kendall was just kind of curled up against James, sniffling softly as tears quietly fell.

The moment lasted for about 10 minutes, before Kendall broke it, letting out a quite, "Sorry."

James shook his head. "No need to apologize. We both needed it."

Kendall nodded. "I guess so."

James took a deep shaky breath, trying to relieve some of the headache that had formed behind his eyes. "Wonder what's taking Mama Knight and 'Litos so long." He pondered to himself.

"Carlos is probably trying to get ever quater and dollar out of her. He eats when he's upset."

James snorted. "Carlos eats no matter what his mood his. Heck, most of his moods are caused by food."

Kendall let out a chuckle, finally pulling away from James. James could tell he was building his walls back up again, he was too. Now he was only hoping that they didn't never crumpled like they had minutes before ever again.

A silence setteled between the two. It was both comforting, and awkward, the two boys lost in there own thoughts. It stayed like that until Carlos came back carrying an arm-full of snacks and Mrs. Knight followed behind with various types of drinks.

As James took a drink of pink lemonade, Carlos looked at him. "You feeling better Jamie?" He asked.

James swallowed the sweet liquid and looked at Carlos. His brown eyes were full of concern, but they were shinning just like Carlos' eyes always had.

James smiled and threw an arm over Carlos' shoulder. "Yeah buddy, I am. Now if only that nurse would get out here and take us to Logie...hey, where's my bear?" James asked, looking around frantically.

"Oh, I have it." Mrs. Knight said, grabbing her purse from under the seat and pulling out the stuffed animal. "I didn't want to lose it while you were alseep." She said as she handed it to James.

James nodded and held the teddy bear close to him. "Thanks Mama Knight." He said. He turned and looked at Kendall. "Thanks, everyone."

Kendall gently punched James in the shoulder, then Carlos yelled, "Group hug!" He instantly launched himself at James, knocking him over into Kendall. They found themselves in an awkward position on the chairs. "Orrrrr," Carlos said. "Group pile on, apparently."

James and Kendall started laughing. Since they were told Logan was okay, everything had been a little more stress free, but it had been a long night and they still weren't out of the woods just yet. So James cherished the moment with his friends, forgetting his worries for the moment.

But he could never forget the fuzzy little bear that laid squished inbetween all of them.

That ending could've been better.

Has anyone ever felt like somebody else should be updating their stories? While I was writing that little Kames moment, my computer died, and I was stuck feeling like I just had stopped reading, and all I had to do was go back and find the story again. Hmmm.

Anyway, how'd you guys like that chapter? Was it good, or was it a little too everywhere? Sorry if it was, I just wanted to throw a lot into what turned into a filler chapter. How was the nightmare at the beginning? Yes, it was a nightmare, just in case anybody is still confused. Logan is not actually dead, and Carlos does not have eyes that are black as death. And how about that Kames moment? I feel like it could've been better, but hey, everything can be improved, right? It was my first Kames anything, so woo-hoo for first!

Please review! I love to hear your thoughts and I AM GOING TO REPLY TO THEM! I cross my heart. I'm so so sorry I haven't been! I love them all SO much and I feel like a complete jerk for not doing so. I'm working on it!

-Saun