Summary- "Please wake up, Kendall. You've been asleep for months now, and they've sent you to the part of the hospital where patients come to die. Try to wake up for me?" The one in which Logan is the nurse in charge of tending to the near-death patients and Kendall is a comatose patient sent to his wing of the hospital. Will Kendall wake up before the hospital gives up on him?

Pairing: Logan/Kendall (and really adorable Jagan friendship)

Rated: M for language and future chapters

more Jagan fluff! I'm sorry. After this, I'm done establishing Jagan's relationship and I'll get to the Kogan in the next few chapters or so. :) Thanks for reading and putting up with my shit.

SORRY THIS TOOK SO DAMNED LONG... I didn't expect it to take so long but then I had writer's block for like ten years and then I was like eh lets just do this so I did. (It's a really important chapter but its stupid i guess sorry)

"So did you want some coffee or something?" James threw his jacket on the coat hook by the door and toed off his shoes.

"Nah, that'll keep me awake. I wanna sleep," Logan answered. He sat down to take his shoes off and threw each one at the wall separately, holding back tears as he did so.

"You know what you need?" James asked. He picked up Logan's shoes and set them next to his, then plopped next to the his friend on the couch.

"A lake to drown myself in?"

"A good ol' bed time story," James answered.

"James-"

"Come on, off t'bed." James ushered Logan to his room and tucked him in.

"I'm not a child," Logan protested. He wriggled out of his covers and sat up in bed. "I can put myself to bed."

"Not tonight, you can't," James replied. "I'm gonna tell you a story."

"I don't want-"

"Once upon a time," James started. Logan let out an exasperated sigh. "There was a boy. His name was Lo-Fo-Fogan. His name was Fogan. He was a volunteer fire-fighter at the- well, the fire department. Fogan knew a guy named K- Lendall. Lendall and Fogan could only communicate telepathically because Lendall slept a lot. And when I say a lot... I mean all the time. Lendall's constant sleeping made Fogan very sad, like, cries-himself-to-sleep sad. So one day, Fogan's very attractive and hilarious friend James told him a bed time story that was so amazing that Lendall woke up. The end."

"I don't think your bed time story is gonna make Kendall wake up, James."

"Who said anything about Kendall?" James asked. "God, Logan, not everything is about you."

"R-right, I'm sorry... I think."

"Merry Christmas, buttface," he said. So James went to bed, blowing Logan a kiss that Logan graciously caught and threw back at him.

~

Logan woke abruptly to the sound of the fire alarm blaring from the kitchen.

"I swear to God, if James set the syrup on fire again..." he muttered, throwing on his bathrobe and slippers and rushing into the other room.

He was greeted with the sight of James waving a towel around near the microwave with one hand and filling a bucket with water in the other.

"LOGAN! LOGAN HELP! MRS. BUTTERWORTH IS UP IN FLAMES AGAIN," James yelled. Logan groaned.

"Put the towel away- Don't poor water on it, ya doof! You'll ruin the dang microwave!" Logan snatched the bucket from James and shoved him away from the flames. He grabbed the fire extinguisher they kept by the fridge and aimed it at the microwave.

Once the fire was out, Logan turned around to glare at his best friend.

"...Merry Christmas?" James smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'oops.'

"James, I'm telling you one more time: you don't put syrup in the microwave!" Logan explained. James stared at his feet. How can someone so big act so small?

"I just wanted to make you breakfast..."

"I know, I know." He does this every year. Logan grabbed a cloth to wipe out the microwave. "What'd ya make me?"

"I made pancakes and bacon and sausage, because I know you like sausage and there's orange juice on the table..." James motioned towards the dining table that he'd covered with a table cloth with smiling Santa heads and arranged the breakfast he made.

"Well then, let's go test out this meal you cooked, huh?" Logan sat down at his place at the table and put his napkin in his lap.

"But the syrup-"

"Syrup's for pansies," Logan retorted. He walked up to the cabinet and grabbed a new bottle out. "And I, being the pansy I am, stocked up for the occasion." James smiled.

"Alright. Let's eat!"

~

"What kind of person works the day after Christmas?"

"Hey," Logan interjected, "someone's gotta do it. Just be lucky I didn't have to work yesterday. M'boss let me have off yesterday, so I'm going in today. I'm only working 'til 3, so maybe we can catch dinner and then later watch Kardashians?"

"Sounds good," James agreed, not really paying attention. Thanks to Logan's little temper tantrum last week, he'd missed the most recent episode, and he was watching it now. Thank God for reruns.

Logan left, muttering a half-hearted 'good-bye,' and decided to grab some Starbuck's on the way. With the way they partied last night (if downing various drinks while watching Rudolph counted as partying, that is), he really needed to wake up.

'Let's get drunk,' he said. 'It'll be fun,' he said. Logan groans. Getting drunk with James was never fun. James knew-well, thought he knew-how to make all these different cocktail drinks from his bar tending job at the night club downtown. Logan would drink all of them and pretend they were delicious ("Yeah! The orange juice really compliments the vodka!"), which would leave Logan with a horrendous hangover and an even worse stomachache.

I need new friends.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Mr. Anderson greeted Logan, a simple 'good morning,' under his breath; nothing else.

"M-mornin'," Logan stuttered. He wasn't used to not being hollered at the second he stepped foot in the office.

"Collins' funeral is tomorrow," Mr. Anderson said, nonchalantly-like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah?" More (fake) nonchalance.

"Yeah. We were, uh, for lack of a better word: invited, if ya want to go," he said.

"Thanks, but I'll have to pass. 'm not sure I could deal with that," Logan explained. Anderson just nods and goes back to reading his magazine.

"Go through your morning routine, Logan, and then you're off for the day. Accidentally scheduled too many for the next shift," he explained.

Logan grinned. "Alright, sir, thank you!"

He changed into his scrubs and filled his cart with the breakfast foods, medicines, and other supplies for the patients.

Of course, he went to Kendall's room first.

"Hey, Kendall! I'm just here to shove some crap down a tube for ya," Logan said. He took the contents of Kendall's cup (blended breakfast foods of the chef's choice and his morning dosage of medication) and poured it down the tube. Surprisingly, it went down easily with no problems at all.

Hmm.

"Oh, goody," Logan sighed. "Our favorite part."

Logan didn't mind shaving people's faces. After all, he had to do it to himself every few days. It's just that shaving Kendall was especially hard because Kendall was asleep, so he couldn't exactly help Logan out with anything.

Logan plopped some shaving cream in his hands and smeared it onto Kendall's face.

"Idunno why I have to shave for you, Kendall," Logan said. He took one of those old-fashioned razors and started going about his work. "You look better with stubble if ya ask me."

Logan silenced himself for a while, trying to concentrate on shaving.

"Shoot," Logan said. He grabs a tissue and uses a small section to blot at the blood oozing from the cut Logan caused. "Sorry, bro."

Logan's decided that he doesn't like the silence and he'd much rather have Kendall talking to him. /Please wake up soon/.

Kendall stirred.

"Fuck," Logan swore. Nothing happens. Logan let's out a small sigh of relief; even if Kendall did wake up, Logan would have no idea what to do anyway.

He went back to shaving, but then, for the first time ever, stunning green eyes stared into a deep brown.