I groaned in pain as I rolled from my stomach to my back, hearing nothing but the ringing in my ears. "James," I couldn't even hear my own voice, which was rough from the dust and debris setting around us. I groaned when a head ache suddenly hit me lick a semi-truck. I tried reaching around myself, trying to move was the hardest part, my entire body was heavy and I was extremely dizzy. "Logan," I let out a cough.

The ring was slowly subsiding and I was able to make out a groan somewhere to my left. I rolled back over on my stomach pulling myself towards the noise; I barely noticed the glass of what used to be windows dig into my palms. I reached in front of me and I felt something, a hand! I pulled myself towards the other boy. "Logan!"

I reached him so I was lying next to him, me on my stomach him on his back. "Hey buddy." I inspected him, he had a large bloody gash on his forehead, darkening his already dark hair. He groaned at me.

My headache was not making it easy for me to stay calm, I could feel myself getting agitate by hardly any stimulation, "Logan, look at me!" I demanded, though he did look at me. Other than the gash on his head and covered in dirt he looked ok.

James, now I have to find him. I rolled onto my back and slowly sat up; my head is fucking killing me! I must have a concussion. I gave myself simple tasks, going step by step what I had to do to get to my boyfriend.

I scanned the small area. Ok, where the hell are you? On the other side of the alley I could just barely make out a figure on the ground. I crawled on my hands and knees towards James. When I reached him I rolled him onto his back so he was lying flat. I panicked and felt for a pulse directly under his jaw. Nothing! "Logan, James doesn't have a pulse! Help me!" I looked over my shoulder at the smaller male who was just now beginning to sit up, also holding his, I'm assuming, throbbing head. Damn it!

I turned to look at James CPR, that's what I need to do. Ok, think Kendall! Check, check. Call, check, even though it wasn't doing me any good at this point. Care, I can do this. My hands were shaking and the fact that I seemed so calm even though my boyfriend was technically dead right now, scary. I thought back to that god awful class, Logan was good at all this shit. He hadn't tried to break Carlos with slings, oh Carlos. I shook my head, ow, bad idea. Fucking focus! Going through the steps in my head I played them out. I tilted James' head back to open the air way, ok, breath twice; I placed my lips over his open mouth and breathed in twice. I watched from the corner of my eye as his chest rose with each breath. Alright, 30 pumps, I placed the palm of my right hand in the center of his muscular chest placing my left hand over that lacing my fingers together before using my upper body as leverage I pushed down, hard, remembering something about how broken bones are normal, I don't want to hurt him but I'd rather have him alive.

"Come on, babe, wake up for me." Now that I had a rhythm panic came. I count out the beats to keep from going at a faster rate. "29, 30," I throw myself over him giving him two more deep breaths, "James, wake up." My voice is tight and I'm trying to keep myself from yelling at him, it's not working so well for me. "James, come on, I need you, and I can't lose you. I've already lost my best friend. Not you to." I drop for two more breaths. I pull back from my first one and just as I'm about to give another James' coughs hit me right in the face.

I can hear Logan just now beginning to make his way over to us. "James, you were dead!" I now scream at him relief coursing through my entire body.

He groans and his hand shoots to his head, "I know, babe, it hurts doesn't it?" I don't expect an answer. When I feel Logan next to me and turn to him giving James a moment to adjust to everything that has happened. "Logan, I saved him!" I said though regretting it when all three of us groaned at the volume of my voice.

Over all this shit I take James' hand and say, "come on, James, sit up, babe," I prompt him while pulling, successfully pulling him into a sitting position where he sumps over his knees.

"James, talk to me, dude," Logan is now prompting him, trying to make sure there isn't anything hurt beyond what our eyes can see.

James sits up a bit straighter; I can practically hear his body protest, "Ugh, everything hurts so bad!" I scamper on my hands and knees towards our packs avoiding the Latino as much as possible. I rummage through to find a bottle of pain medication. I could use morphine but we need to at least be somewhat coherent. I count out six and grab a water bottle. I make my way back over to the two brunettes and quickly down mine, the water hitting my tongue makes me realize just how thirsty I am. I'm careful to make sure I leave enough for the other two to take their medication. I give them their pills, two each, I then hand Logan the water and he seems to realize the same thing, though he doesn't stop.

"Really, you had to drink it all?" James asks, pouting.

"Hold on, I'll grab yours and Logan's waters." I say, this time I stand, my body screams in disagreement, though I ignore it. I'll feel a little better in a few minutes when the medicine kicks in. I grab all four backpacks so that I don't have to keep making pointless trips. I grab the second bottle of water out of my pack and hand it to James who happily takes down the pills and the entire bottle. I watch as he drains it praying that there are other full bottles. I enjoy the little droplets of water that hang on his lips for multiple reasons. God, I love him. I shake my head, my headache slightly subsiding, and I take a half full water out of James' pack and down it. The feeling of the water washing over my tongue is bliss. I can feel the cold contents rush down to my stomach, immediately making me feel better. I can hear the crinkle of a bottle next to me and know that Logan has also found another one to drain.

For a moment we sit, feeling our bodies work around the much needed liquid. I rub my stomach which now protrudes slightly due to the massive intake and it hurts.

"Ugh, my stomach hurts so much now." Logan grumbles next to me rubbing his own.

"Hmhm." James says in agreement.

So um…the next chapter is going to be the last one. I kinda already have it all planned out so I'm hoping to have it on in the morning or tomorrow night.