A/N: Hey! I'm Back with a new chapter! I've decided that this story will at least be a four-shot... Only because the next issue needed to be its own chapter. And I know this chapter is short... Anyway enough rambling. Onto the story!

An hour later Kendall, Carlos, and James found the little shop. Looking across the street they noticed an alley.

"Logan you still there?" Kendall spoke softly.

"Huh? Yeah..." Logan mumbled. The blond could tell that he was tired.

"Are you in an alleyway?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Okay, we are across the street so hold on alright?" Kendall spoke softly as he lead the way across the empty street to the alleyway.

"Mhmm..." Logan sniffed through the phone. "You can hang up then..."

"Okay." They hung up as Kendall, James, and Carlos entered the alley. Looking around they couldn't see Logan. "Logie?"

"Kendall?" The three turned towards the corner to find their youngest friend curled up on the ground, with cuts and bruises, looking scared but relieved. Kendall dropped to his knees next to Logan.

"God, Logan, you look like you've been through hell." Kendall whispered. Logan looked to the older boy with wide, tear filled eyes. The blonde took a breath to calm down as he brushed the younger boy's hair out of his face. Carlos came to the other side of Logan.

"Thank God we finally found you, Logie." The Latino spoke softly as the small brunette turned to nod at him.

James was the only one not moving. He couldn't stop feeling guilty. Because of him, Logan was left beaten up in some alleyway, by someone only God knows. He knew he was in trouble now. Kendall said if anything happened...

"Logan..." James spoke softly ready to apologize. He wanted to beg for Logan's forgiveness, but when Logan looked at him with those big, chocolate brown eyes full of hurt and sadness, the words died in his throat. So he hung his head instead, scared to face the mess he made. When he looked back up, Logan had turned away. Kendall whispered something to Carlos before standing up and walking over to James.

"Come on." Kendall commanded, taking the tall brunette by the arm and dragging him away from Carlos and Logan. Deeming them far enough away he finally spoke. "Well..." James winced at the blonde's voice. It was laced with anger, but what got him was the hint of disappointment that found it way in. "Congratulations, James. This makes it ten times worse. This pushes everything back, and makes the job of helping him harder." Kendalls emerald eyes were burning with anger. James couldn't help but take a step back. "Call an ambulance. Now." The leader turned and walked back to the other two, leaving the guilty boy to make the call.

James took out his phone, dialing nine-one-one, while looking to his friends. Kendall was checking Logan's injuries while Carlos distracted the pale boy. Logan looked like death warmed over, but it was better than being dead.

"Nine-One-One. What's your emergency?"

Two hours, three worried boys, some phone calls, a doctor, and a couple painkillers later, Logan was resting peacefully in a hospital bed.

"His ribs were wrapped, he had some stitches. Four on his left upper arm, and seven on his right leg. A sprained ankle, fractured wrist. The other wrist was sprained. His cheek was bandaged. Mild concussion. Major bruising in several areas. Other than that it's just minor bumps and scrapes." The doctor closed his clipboard. He knew that the boys just wanted to know if their friend was okay. Worry was written all over their faces.

"He'll be fine to go home tomorrow. A nurse will check on him every hour or so throughout the night. He might wake up but after such an interesting day he might just sleep. So you can relax. You are free to spend the night. His stuff is in the box on the side table, if you want to check. That's about it so I'll see you in the morning" He walked out of the room, leaving three boys to look after their injured friend.

"Who would do this?" Carlos whispers. It worried him that he was beat up but nothing was stolen.

"Don't know 'Litos." Kendall responded to his shorter friend. They fell silent once again, gazing upon the sleeping form. Kendall sat on Logan's right, making him closest to the door, lightly gripping his brother's hand. Carlos and James sat on the other side. Logan just slept like the doctor said he would. He was paler than usual, making the bruises seem worse. His hair was messy and stuck to his forehead thanks to the light sleep sweat. Soft, barely audible snores slipped through his lips. Logan was going to recover. He'll be alright. "But let's focus on getting him better." The blond spared a glance at the other brunette. "And fixing any other problems."

James didn't have to look up to know that the last sentence was directed towards him. He deserved it and any other punishment brought his way. Logan ran away because of him. Which lead to getting attacked, and ending up in the hospital. I'm sorry, Logan. I hope I can make it up to you. I'll do anything. The tall brunette was determined to fix the mess he made.

A/N: Well? Watcha think? Reviews?