A/N: Hey readers who are actually still reading the awful story which i haven't updated in 40 days! So this chapter actually took me a whole month to write. It's is by far the longest chapter of this story so far with 3,182 words and 11 pages. Warning, this chappie is very fluffy so if you all get cavities from the sweetness i am not liable for it! Anyway, huge shoutouts to Dino5463 and sobermiller77 for reviewing the last chapter! I really appreciate it. Maybe if I get 5 reviews for this chapter I'll try to update as quickly as I can! I'm actually super sick right now so I'm going to make the author's note extremely short. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter of fluff!
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, anything affiliated with the Hunger Games book and/or movie, or any song from Taylor Swift!
Eventually, after two sorrowful hours of ceaseless heartbreaking sobbing and wailing, the ill blonde boy cried himself to sleep while gently latching onto his pillow as he was when he was crying. James repeatedly stroked his tanned fingers through Kendall's dirty-blonde, disheveled hair in an attempt to soothe the boy into an abiding slumber. Every now and then Kendall would let out a cute, minute sniffle or cough and his breathing was quite labored but the ill teenager managed to continue sleeping. As James remained consoling his little brother, Logan began to twiddle his thumbs out of pure anxiety. Rarely had he witnessed Kendall in such an appalling state and he had known the younger boy since Kendall was born! Logan was so used to the innocent blonde taking the position as the unofficial, official leader and mentor of the famous foursome. He was Superman- valiant, fearless, and strong. Throughout his entire life, Logan only witnessed a few times where he had seen his little brother is such an awful condition and that had been when Kendall was younger than eight. It just felt off when Kendall's personality was out of line. If their life was a puzzle, that would be the missing piece. Out of the blue, Doctor Amanda approached the boys ripping Logan forcefully out of his thoughts of sorrow.
"I somewhat regret saying this but I think Kendall is, well, undead enough to go home. The poor kid really needs to get out of this cooped up hospital." The boys were almost about to cheer with joy only to have Dr. Amanda interrupt them before they could. "But, I need Kendall on complete bed rest until he is completely healed. His lungs are still filled with bronchitis and pneumonia and his lower abdomen still needs to heal from the surgery. If his fever spikes above 104 then make sure you immediately bring him back into the hospital because based on the medical record of this boy, a high fever like that won't be beneficial to him."
Each boy grimaced at the thought of having Kendall on bed rest. The boy could barely even sleep a full night without constantly moving around. How were they supposed to lock Kendall up until he was utterly better. Suddenly, a muffled voice could be faintly heard in the ashen hospital room. Carlos, Logan, and James immediately distinguished the scarcely audible noise as Kendall and curiously listened to what he was saying.
"AWWH!" Carlos cooed as the remaining two teenagers just glanced at each other forlornly .
"Kendall?" James began to gently shake Kendall awake while slightly frowning at the so called 'leader' of the foursome.
"Mama...mama...come home," Kendall just continued to babble as if no one in the world could hear him.
"Kenny wake up!"
"Mommy?" Kendall groggily rasped out before bursting into a painful coughing fit.
"Sorry Kenny, it's me James."
"Oh. Sorry," Kendall murmured bashfully as his porcelain, tear-tracked face glanced towards the hideous white stitching of his hospital blanket.
Almost ignoring Kendall's apology, James brought his younger friend into a taut embrace making poor Kendall whimper in distress.
"Sorry," James exclaimed sheepishly as he loosened his grip on Kendall. "You miss her don't you?"
Not even bothering to look into James's deep, chocolate orbs, Kendall just faintly nodded his head and bit his lip to keep from sobbing, not just for the fact that his mother was not here with him to guide him through his time of weakness but for the excruciating aches shooting throw his body like fireworks on the fourth of July just by the slightest of movements.
"Awwh look on the positive side Kendall, Dr. Amanda said you can go home today, if you absolutely promise to take it easy. That means no hockey, no wrestling with any of us, no skateboarding and no pool."
"Got it 'm-mom'," Once again Kendall erupted into what sounded like an ambush of sneezes and coughs.
Sighing to himself, James called Dr. Amanda down to the room to help Kendall with his departure from the hospital. Carefully, with the help of the three boys, Dr. Amanda managed to get Kendall out of his bed and into a standing position.
"Come on guys. I wanna go home now," Kendall whispered meekly; he wanted to go home but mostly because his stomaching was twisting as if it were a pretzel and making everything he had ingested into his stomach churn."
"Wait!" Instructed Dr. Amanda as she wheeled a familiar looking object that Kendall truly dreaded over towards him.
"NO! I'M NOT SITTING IN THE WHEELCHAIR!" The booming protests made Kendall curse at himself for screaming so loudly and making his aching throat suffer more than it has been doing over the past few days.
"Kendall..." Logan began but was rudely interrupted.
"Please, no." Mumbled a miserable Kendall while focusing his glassy, feverish gaze towards to the past tinted tiles covering the floor.
"Would you rather have James carry you out of the hospital like the baby you are acting like right now?" Logan threatened while gathering Kendall's duffle bag that overflowed with clothing and random materials to keep Carlos entertained.
"I'll t-take the w-wheelchair." Kendall immediately decided while reluctantly limping towards the highly loathed object .
"Ooh! Ooh! Can I ride on your lap? Please, please, please, please?" The overly exhilarated Carlos jumped up and down while pleading to his sickly friend.
Kendall literally groaned out loud as if Carlos's weight was already torturing his fragile body.
Getting upset Carlos began to whine. "But why not?"
Almost laughing at his other little brother, Logan stepped into the conversation. "Do you want to kill your baby brother Carlos? You're going to crush the poor thing; he's too sick for your nonsense."
"Well then!" Carlos sulked as the foursome finally made their way out of the hospital, James pushing Kendall's wheelchair.
Gently, James scooped up Kendall's little, 5 foot 6 inch frame into his huge, muscular arms and placed him in the backseat of the Big Time Rush Mobile. Almost immediately after Logan began driving, Kendall's pallid face started to shade a sickening, peapod-green shade and the boy clutched his stomach in anguish. He let out a soft sigh and curled up into the tiniest of human balls, silently praying that the unbearable throbbing would rapidly cease. Within a few moments, Kendall's eyes grew heavy and his emerald orbs swiftly began to droop shut. Literally 'awe'ing at the sight when Logan pulled up into the parking lot, James once again carried poor Kendall up to his bedroom and tucked him in his cozy, comforting bed. Sighing softly, James plopped onto Kendall's bed and stroked his messy blonde hair as he was doing earlier that day and just prayed to God that his friend would get better; the he will overcome this weird sickness trend by tomorrow morning but that clearly wasn't going to happen at this rate. Seeing that his friend wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, James inaudibly strolled out of Kendall and Logan's shared room and into the living room area of the contemporary apartment building. Being cooped up in a claustrophobic hospital for three days made James just want to rip his hair out. The seventeen year old seriously needed time to himself. Unfortunately he wasn't going to earn that simple luxury because literally moments later, Kendall stumbled into the room wrapped snugly in his fleece dinosaur blanket and bursting into a fit of uncontrollable coughs and sneezes.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," James gasped while scooping the boy up into his arms and carrying him back to bed. "Kendall! What are you doing up out of bed? You have freaking pneumonia!"
Kendall just shrugged his shoulders before sneezing into his blanket and using it as his personal tissue. "I was b-bored."
"You are on bed rest little one," James scolded gently while tucking the covers back onto Kendall's ailing body.
"Don't call me that, we're only 11 months apart," Kendall grimaced at the thought of being babied again; now that he was out of the hospital, he would have to take the vulnerability down a notch.
"I'm taking your temperature now," Concluded James who seemed to have completely ignored Kendall as he pulled the irritating, plastic device out of his pocket. "Open up wide Kenny."
Kendall promptly pursed his lips together and shook his head no.
"Please Kenny?" James practically begged as he inched the medical instrument towards Kendall's pinkish lips.
Noticing that the thermometer was appearing closer to him, Kendall bit his lip down to keep James's from sticking it under his tongue.
"God Kendall! Stop acting like a stubborn, little mule and stick the thermometer in your germ-infested mouth."
"No..." As Kendall made the mistake of opening his mouth in protest, James pushed the cold, plastic object under Kendall's tongue and anxiously waited for the numbers to flash on the petite screen.
"It's 102.4 Kendall."
"James! I feel really hot!" Kendall complained while squirming under his heavy blankets.
"You're not hot Kendall, it's just the fever messing with you." James stated in a matter-of-factly.
Basically ignoring James, Kendall just kicked the blanket to the floor and pouted. Suddenly he started to wildly shiver. You could probably hear Kendall's teeth chattering from a million miles away.
"C-cold," Whispered Kendall as harsh shivers racked his body. "Jamie can you get my blankie?"
Though he was slightly irritated with his friend, James didn't hesitate to cater to the younger's every whim.
"Thanks," Kendall mumbled before turning on the television in his room only to have James shut it right back off.
"No Television. It's bedtime for Kenny," James sternly told the smaller of the two.
"But it's only 11:00 PM..."
"No buts Kendall. You're sick and you need all the rest you can get" Once again Kendall pouted in his own self misery.
"Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?" James asked all of a sudden causing Kendall to grimace in annoyance.
"James f-fuck off! I'm not t-two anymore," Kendall whined before couching into his flannel sheets.
"Watch your language sicky! Do you want me to read the story or not?"
Giggling a bit and Kendall's reply, James picked up the Hunger Games book laying on Kendall's mahogany bedside table and began to skim through the lengthy novel. "Blah, blah, blah-something about a capitol-blah, blah, blah-Katniss and this stupid dude named Gale-blah, blah, blah, blah-Little Duck. Wait, Little Duck? Oh my gosh can I just like call you that now?"
"Too bad," James laughed for a few seconds before continuing what he was going to say, "Little Duck."
"Uggh," Kendall moaned in agony as he shifted under the warm covers and let out a painful, hacking cough. "I'm going to bed James. Goodnight."
Goodnight," James had to pause and snicker for a moment , "Little Duck!"
At about three in the morning Kendall woke up with a start. His stomach was literally twisting into the most agonizing of knots and his body ached severely from all the tossing and turning he did since he just had a super frightening nightmare. He was pretty sure that everyone else was asleep so he took advantage of this moment and started to silently cry. Unfortunately to him, James was awake because he needed to use the bathroom. As James was walking back to his and Carlos's room, he passed by Kendall's and Logan's room and heard someone whimpering. Already figuring out that it was Kendall, he waltzed in the room. Noticing that James was in the room, Kendall forced himself to stop crying.
"Hey James, wassup?" Kendall tried to be nonchalant but failed miserably.
"Little Duck, you were just crying," James pointed out.
"N-no I wasn't," Kendall stammered nervously as he choked on his words and coughed into the soft fabric of his shirt.
"Do you need to throw up?"
"Then what's the matter?" James inquired the sick blonde curiously.
"What?" James questioned obviously confused as to what Kendall was attempting to tell him.
"I had a n-nightmare." Kendall finally admitted so inaudibly the James could still barely understand what Kendall was saying.
" The huge monster broke into the Palm Woods and it s-swallowed y-y-you," Kendall started to cry again.
"Awwh, it's just the fever messing with your head. I'm right here…alive," James comforted his ill friend while plopping onto his twin sized bed and rubbed small circles on his stiff back.
"But is seemed so real Jamie," Kendall told James as he clutched his stomach to keep from spilling all of the contents in his stomach out onto James.
"It's okay Little Duck. I'm fine." James explained to Kendall who was coughing rather loudly and forcefully. "Little Duck, do you need some water? I don't want you to dehydrate."
"S-seriously, I'm f-fine J-J-James."
James gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as he began to stand up. Kendall had his arms wrapped around James's neck and his legs wrapped around his waist like a clingy monkey.
"No! P-please D-don't go," Kendall whined.
James looked at him with great sympathy and plopped back down onto Kendall's germy bed, almost immediately falling back to sleep. Kendall just nuzzled his head in the crook of James slender neck in hopes of the now arising bile in his scratchy throat would just magically vanish from his body without all the pain of throwing the insufficient contents that managed to remain in is throbbing stomach. He just didn't seem to find that luxury though. The sick teenager began to get fussy as his stomach literally growled at him to throw up already. Kendall tried to ignore the awful feeling though.
"Come on Kendall. Be strong. You can do this," Kendall quietly gave a pep talk to himself in an attempt to make the pain subside.
By now, Kendall was curled up in a pathetic fetal position and was rocking himself back and forth. His breaths were coming out as short, acute gasps for air. His stomach was beginning to lurch forward and vomit was coating the inside of Kendall's dry mouth. Finally, Kendall gave up on trying to keep from throwing up and sprinted towards the nearest toilet he could find. He practically banged down the bathroom and locked it speedily before leaning over the toilet and starting heave. Kendall gripped the sides of the jade toilet seat tautly, bracing himself for the horror that was yet to be. Once again his stomach staggered forward Kendall shut his eyes as the taste of acid appeared in his mouth. Suddenly, Kendall's stomach churned so roughly that puke literally exploded out of his trembling anatomy. The contents of Kendall's stomach, hastily spilled out of him like a waterfall of terror.
The gagging sounds were so intense, it woke up Carlos, Logan, and James. They all ran to the living room where they could hear the traumatic clamor of vomit splashing into the toilet from the bathroom. The boys darted to the bathroom and opened the door only to find Kendall retching into the toilet. His face was drenched with sticky perspiration and his dirty blonde hair was plastered to his scorching-hot, feverish forehead. Logan and Carlos fell to the floor and drew consoling circles onto Kendall's back while James ran his tanned finger's through Kendall's hair that was saturated in sweat. After what felt like hours, Kendall vomit-filled heaves turned into minute spluttering, hiccupping, and sniffling. Heart-clenching tears trickled their way down Kendall's fever-flushed, freckled face and plummeted onto the tiled floor like trillions of raindrops. A rough sob escaped from Kendall's puke-covered lips resulting him into a violent coughing war. He tried to get up but he was so weak and his coughing and sneezing made him plummet to the floor anyway. James then, picked up Kendall into his arms and carried him bridal style to the couch. Kendall nestled his head into James's shirt for warmth. Salty tears soaked the fabric of James lucky white V-neck but he didn't care. His ill baby brother was in pain and he needed him more than ever. James was willing to do anything in his power to make the kid feel better again. Though Kendall was the leader, James was the big brother and he held the important occupation of keeping his little brother's in line and away from harm's hostile embrace. He was extremely cold and felt like crap. Kendall was then gently laid on couch was tightly wrapped in an gargantuan mound of fluffy, fleece blankets. Carlos grabbed the closest pillow he could find and fluffed it to Kendall's liking.
"Thanks gu…" Kendall's sentence was interrupted as he burst into another coughing fit.
"Shhh. Kendall," James murmured as Kendall buried his face into his pillow.
All three boys took a seat next to Kendall on the couch and enclosed the sick boy in the middle of them. Logan than began to sing the tune of a lullaby he had heard Kendall sing to Katie on many occasions. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your eyes. And when they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe and here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you..."
Seeing that Kendall was still whimpering and couching, James grabbed Kendall's favorite guitar from under the couch and began to play the tune of another song. "I remember tears streaming down your face when I said "I'll never let you go" when all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said "don't leave me here alone" but, all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound. Don't you dare look out your window. Darling, everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold on to this lullaby even when the music's gone; gone. Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. La, la. La, la. . Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. La, la. La, la. Just close your eyes. You'll be alright. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound."
By the time James was finished singing, Kendall was literally 'safe and sound' in a peaceful slumber. The boy looked so angelic and innocent that it made each boy want to coddle over him but they knew to keep him sleeping. When Kendall was sick and awake, all Hell would be let loose. So, the boys curled up around Kendall and fell asleep as well hoping that their friend's condition will show sign of improving.
A/N: AWWWHHHH! So did you guys die yet? Huh huh? Was it as cute as I thought it would be? Reviews are my candy, fluff is also my candy, Kogan is candy as well. REVIEW PLEASE! Also please give me ideas of what you want to happen to Kendall next. I have no idea what to write about. So anyway please review and bye! Peace, Love, and Kogan.