A/N Oh my gosh I forgot about this story until today when I got a couple really sweet reviews and remembered I was in the middle of this story lol. SO thanks for the reminder guys! Haha. Also I hope this cheers Caitee up cuz she's sick and I need her to feel better. She's my sweet baby sister and if you want to help make her feel better, go read one of her amazing masterpiece BTR fics and leave her a review! Her name is asdfghjklblah. Also Caitee I promise to have your birthday present up soon it's like more than halfway finished xoxoxoxxo.

Ps this isn't proofread because it's late and my toe hurts because in Modern dance tonight I freaking kicked a wall, smashed my toe, and broke off half the nail omfg. It was hilarious when it happened but now my toe is throbbing lol

Logan paced the hospital corridors, busy doctors pushing past him. He kept his eyes glued to the clock, watching the seconds pass by slowly.

God he needed a cigarette.

He knew Kendall had been hurt worse than he let on in the accident. Now he was in the damn hospital, unconscious with heat sickness. And Logan was sick with worry.

It was funny, too, in a way. Because just a couple weeks ago if somebody were to as Logan what was more important to him; some kid, or his motorcycle, he'd laugh and probably punch the person who'd ask him such a stupid question. His motorcycle came above everything and everybody else in his life. It was all he had left.

But right now, his only thought was his new, skinny, shy blonde friend who was ill and hot and hurt and laying in a hospital bed. He could care less about his motorcycle, which kind of shocked him. Not saying he wasn't distraught about the love of his life lying in shambles in the middle of the road, scorched and possibly ruined beyond repair. It's just the fact that he would rather never see his motorcycle again if it meant Kendall would be okay. It was after all his own fault that he was so injured. He should have known it was unsafe to take the bike out before fixing that stupid wheel…

"Kendall Knight?"

Logan turned around with a slight gasp when he heard the familier name being called out questioningly by a female voice.

"He's my friend," Logan breathed out. "Is he okay? What's wrong with him?"

The nurse that approached Logan looked a bit taken aback, and Logan realized he was being kind of intense. He had a habit of doing that sometimes. His eyes would get wide and his voice would go gruff and he'd get really close to people's faces. But that was only because he was used to having to scare people off. It just became a part of his daily demeanor, unfortunately.

Logan backed away a bit and gave the nurse a small smile, and she immediately relaxed when she saw his charming, crooked lips.

"Your friend is okay. He woke up a few minutes ago. He has several bruised ribs though. He needs to stay in bed for a couple of days at least. Ice and ibuprofen should fix him right up. His temperature was one hundred and two when he arrived but it's down to ninety nine now. He's gonna be a little nauseous and headachy for a little while, and very sore because of the ribs and some road rash and banged up limbs from the accident. We got him completely hydrated again. He was pretty dehydrated when he came in. Heat sickness isn't anything to mess around with. Can you get a hold of his parents? He wouldn't tell me their phone number, kept mumbling about how his father doesn't care, which is ridiculous. Who wouldn't care that their own child is in the hospital?"

"Oh… I don't know his parents," Logan muttered. "I kinda just moved here."

"Well since he's still a minor I need a guardian to sign him out and pick him up."

"Can I see him? Maybe I can convince him to call his dad," Logan offered.

"Sure, he's in room 21 B. I'm sure he'd be happy to see you."

Logan nodded and mumbled a thanks, taking off towards Kendall's room. He found him asleep in his bed, snoring softly, cheeks flushed red as a tomato. He still looked unwell.

"Kendall, wake up dude," Logan whispered. He shook Kendall gently, careful not to jar any of his injuries. The sick boy groaned softly and blinked open glazed green eyes.

"Hmm?"

"It's Logan. You okay?" He asked quietly, sitting beside Kendall's skinny, sleepy body. "Did the nurse tell you what happened?"

Kendall yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah," He said in a cracked voice. "I don't really remember much. She said I had heat sickness and I was dehydrated so I fainted?"

"Yeah, you were pretty sick for a while there. But she said you're gonna be alright."

Kendall rubbed his ribs and winced. His stomach hurt so badly. It was times like these, though he would never admit it, that he wanted his mother.

"Have you heard anything about your motorcycle yet?" Kendall asked. Logan couldn't believe he was still genuinely so concerned about a contraption that hurt him so badly while in such a condition.

"No, I'll call a shop later. I was more worried about making sure you weren't dead and shit," Logan grumbled. He reached out to ruffle Kendall's long blonde bangs.

"I'm really sorry about your motorcycle-"

"Dude, will you let it go. I'm okay with it, I swear. It's not the end of the world. Hell you seem pretty good with an engine maybe you can help me fix it up if it isn't too damaged."

Kendall rolled his eyes. "I ain't nothin' at fixin' anything. My dad just makes me work on his, doesn't mean I'm any good."

"Speaking of your dad," Logan started. "Um the nurse needs you to call your dad to have him come pick you up. She won't let you go 'til a parent gets here."

Kendall's green eyes opened wide as saucers and his jaw went slack and for a moment, he looked actually terrified for whatever reason. But that flash of fear was gone as quick as it came, and now he just looked plain annoyed.

"No, not my dad. I'm sure they don't give a shit if I leave or not. I'm 17 I can do what I want."

Logan decided to press on a little bit more. They needed a ride and whether Kendall liked it or not, he really needed a parent to help him.

"Well what do you want to do, walk 2, 3 hours back home in this heat when you already have heat sickness? You can even sit up with your belly hurtin' so bad cuz your ribs are swollen like an elephant. My only means of transportation is gunked up in the middle of the highway broken to pieces. I think we need to call your dad."

Kendall jutted out his pale pink lips, his eyes appearing watery and sad, like a little green eyed, scared puppy dog. Logan was pretty sure he never seen anything like it before. He didn't know if he wanted to punch that stupid pout right off his face or give in and do whatever the kid wanted.

"Please don't make me call my dad. If he finds out what happened I'm dead." Kendall threw his head back against his pillow. "I really am dead. He's gonna finish me, Logan! I didn't get anything he asked of me!"

"I think he'd understand that his freaking son is practically almost dying and can't pick up some Goddamned groceries," Logan hissed. He didn't really realize how vile Kendall's dad actually was.

"Jesus Logan I'm not dying what the hell dude-"

"I don't see why we can't just overdramatize it a little bit for him, Kendall-"

"-And he can't know I was on a motorcycle hanging with a friend when he gave me orders. Please Logan, don't call my dad."

Logan sighed, pushing back his mop of gelled, black hair back with his fingers. Kendall sounded so fucking desperate, and with those teary eyes, Logan couldn't help but immediately agree. Obviously something was bothering Kendall enough to not want his own father when he was so hurt.

"Okay, okay I'll get you out of here," Logan said. "So what, we just don't tell your dad that you were in a motorcycle crash? Cause you're obviously not fine, dude."

Kendall shrugged. "I've hid worse from him before."

"Alright," Logan said. He rubbed his hand against his temples. "Come on then, I'll sneak you out of here. Just follow me."

A/N Okay so like I said it's really late so sorry that was short and not proof read lol. But hopefully it cheered up Caitee a bit and anybody else who needs some cheering up. Also I got a really good suggestion to write some chapters in Logan's POV, which I have been meaning to do, so expect more chapters in Logan's POV as well as Kendall's. There's still lot's more we need to learn about our lil brunet badboy ;) Hmm I wonder if Kendall can hide his injuries from Daddy Knight for long… Teehee. Reviews? Kendall whump for all in the upcoming chaps! :D Love ya guys! Good night!