A/N: This is my very first fanfic her so please be easy on me. Constructive criticism is most welcomed. I'm the type who won't find satisfaction in my own writing and am always on the lookout for improvements. so yeah...

Disclaimer: If I owned Big Time Rush, James would be scarred for life. Why? Hehehe... *smirks*

On with the story!

He could hear a chant coming from afar, but he couldn't make out what it was. He could also hear a conversation between two people on his left. He couldn't make out what they were saying either but from the tone, they sounded so… sad and lost. Everything sounded like he was underwater. As seconds ticked by the sounds became more coherent and he could finally understand that the two people to his left were talking about him. Was he in a coma? For eight days? Who were they? If they seem to know who he was, why doesn't he recognize their voices? Who was he in the first place? Why doesn't he know that? So many questions, yet no answers. He still couldn't make out the distant chant.

All this thinking and questioning was beginning to make his head pound. He wanted the pounding to just stop. It was like a million daggers were pounding simultaneously into the back of his head. Unfortunately for him, the pounding got worse. As badly as he wanted to move and stop the pain in his head, he couldn't. No matter how much force he exerted into trying to move himself, he just couldn't budge. All he could see was pitch black.

Suddenly he heard a voice, "I think I just saw his fingers twitch,"

He could sense some excitement and hope in that voice. As soon as that sentence was said he could hear the sound of shuffling, as if everyone around him was moving to face him such that all attention was focused on him. Even the chanting stopped.

"I hope he wakes up. I miss him. Eight days is long enough," he heard the voice again.

"I know, Carlos, I know. I miss him too." Came another voice, this time full of assurance and very calm.

Carlos? Who is Carlos? To whom does the second voice belong? Again with the questions…

Finally, he decided he had had enough. He wanted answers, now. With all the strength left in him after trying to move for the past couple of minutes that he could muster up, he slowly opened his eyes. As soon as his eyes opened in slits and a hint of bright light attacked his partially exposed retinas, they immediately shut tight as he groaned at the pain. This, of course, was accompanied by a few gasps around him. Slowly, he reopened them, this time using less energy, as they seem to be a whole lot lighter.

The next thing he knew, he was engulfed in a big hug followed by a chorus of cheers and thankful laughter. Confused, annoyed and in pain, he froze, not really knowing what to do. He finally hissed in pain as he came back to his senses and the pounding in his head returned. The tight embrace was then loosened and the teenager finally let go of him.

"Sorry, did I hurt you? I was just so excited to finally see you again!" The teenager, or from what he heard, Carlos, exclaimed as a wide smile took on his entire face.

Again? He thought. When did I ever see him?

"How's your head, buddy?" Another teenager asked as he pushed the first one off of the bed.

Buddy? Do I know him? What happened to my head? Why does it hurt so bad? He internally asked himself again, as he subconsciously brought his right hand up to feel his head, only to end up hissing in pain as he soon realized it was in a cast.

"Whoa slow down there…" He says with a small smile while gently grabbing his right hand. "Don't move too much, you wouldn't wanna cause more pain to yourself.

"Who-" His sentence was cut short as he realized how hoarse his voice was. The teenager brought a glass of water and slowly tiled it into his mouth.

The teenager, predicting his friend's question, answered, "I'm Logan. Remember me? And this is Carlos." Gesturing to the said boy.

Looking at his friend's confused hazel orbs, he let out a defeated sigh, and looked away, muttering, "He doesn't."

"W-who am I?" The boy asked.

"You're James, and we're best friends!" came a response from the first boy, Carlos, was it? He looked so cheerful.

James? So, my name is James, got it. He thought again.

"Where am I? What happened?"

"You're in the hospital, silly. Well, you see, you and Kendall had an arg- OW!" Carlos wailed as Logan jabbed him in the middle. Or, was it the other way around?

"Look, ignore what he said. We'll talk about this later. Get some rest first, you look beat. I'm gonna get some food for him. I promise we'll be here when you wake up." The other one said as he patted James' shoulder, giving him a small assuring smile that of course, showed his dimples.

James nodded before he let out a yawn, only proving Logan right. Logan was about to leave when he felt a tug on his wrist. Logan turned around and his heart fell at the sight of his best friend looking so miserable and frail on the hospital bed.

"Who's Kendall?" James asked, pain evident in his voice as he tried to withstand the throbbing ache at the back of his head

Logan gave a small smile and replied, "He's another friend of yours. We're all so close, it's like we're brothers. The four of us." And with that, he left out the door, with Carlos in tow.

James repositioned himself such that he was a little more comfortable on the bed. He could've sworn he heard some sort of quiet sobbing coming from a corner the room. He finally dismissed it as some wild imagination as he waited for sleep to come.

James felt his eyelids become heavier as sleep slowly overcame him. His last thoughts before he succumbed to the darkness were what happened to the chanting? And where is this Kendall that Logan had been talking about?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. I'm still learning the ropes of since I'm new to this site. Please be easy on me, but not my reviews. The more the criticism, the merrier. I'm weird like that. :)

If i get 5 reviews I'll post the next chapter. :D

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xoxo, Sasha