I've gotten some reviews asking where Carlos is. I realize he hasn't been in my story a lot, so I'm putting him in this chapter. Sorry to all the Carlos fans out there

Carlos's POV

"Almost finished!" I yell into the room. I carefully pick up the last piece of bacon, and place it on top of the tower. "There! I did it!" I scream, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Did what?" Katie asks, as she walks into the room.

"Made a 3 foot tower of meat!" I exclaim excitedly.

"Why?" she asks, looking at me like I'm an idiot. She just doesn't get it.

"Because, it's awesome!" I say, trying to get her to understand.

"Not really. Ooh, is that bacon?" she asks, pointing to the top of the pile.

"Yeah!" I say, grinning at her. She takes a piece, and walks away. I need to get a picture of this! I jog to my room to grab the camera. On my way back to the kitchen the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" I yell. I open the door and there's a woman standing there. "Hey." I say to her.

"Hi. Is this where James lives?" she asks, looking at a piece of paper in her hand. It has our room number on it.

"Yeah. But he's not here. He's in the hospital." I say solemnly.

"I know. I'm his mother." She says sadly.

"Oh! Mrs. Diamond! What's up?" I say, recognizing her.

"James was asking for his friends. He's awake if you want to go see him." She tells me.

"Really?" I ask excitedly. "Ah, hold on." I say, torn between James in my meat tower. "I just gotta take one picture!"

"What?" she says, looking confused.

"Be right back!" I promise, running into the kitchen. I turn on the camera. I click the picture. "Yes! Haha! This is totally going on facebook!" I laugh.

"What on Earth is that?" Mrs. Diamond says from behind me.

"My tower of meat!" I exclaim proudly.

"Oh…it's….unique." she says, trying to figure out what to say.

"Yeah it is!" I yell.

"Um, do you need a ride to the hospital?" she asks me, trying to snap her gaze away from the meat.

"Yeah! That'd be great." I say.

"Alright, let's go." She says, and we walk out the door.

James's POV

Logan left about an hour ago. The doctor said he needs to examine me. So far it hasn't been fun. He'll poke and prod all around my body, and it hurts. And here's the worst part: I can't move my legs. At all. The doctor doesn't know if it's permanent. He's going to do some more tests. I'll probably need some surgery. I don't want to admit this to anyone, but I'm really scared. I've never had surgery before. I want to cry, but I won't do that in front of the doctors. I want them to think I'm strong.

"Well James, I'm going to have to run some more tests. But we'll do those later, you look tired." Dr. Heath says.

"I'm fine Doc." I say, trying to sound strong, but my voice sounds so pathetic I don't belive myself.

"I'll just leave you in case you change your mind." He says smiling down at me. "You don't have to act so strong. You've been through a lot." He says, and then walks out. I sigh. I wish everyone would stop saying that. I hear footsteps down the hall, and look up. Suddenly Carlos runs into my room.

"What's up James!" he exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hey man." I say, trying to sound entergetic.

"How are ya dude?" he asks, plopping down on my bed. I wince at the quick movement of my bed. "Sorry." He says, realizing what he did.

"It's cool." I reply.

"So are you ok?" he asks, suddenly serious.

"I guess. I can't move my legs." I say without emotion.

"What?" he says, looking shocked.

"I cannot move my legs." I repeat.

"Are you serious?" he says, looking down. He puts a hand on my left leg. "You can't feel them?"

"Not at all. I can't feel your hand." I say, trying to hold back tears.

"Dude….that….sucks." Carlos says awkwardly.

"Yeah." I agree. It's silent for a little bit, like we don't know what else to say.

"Um, I did something really cool today." He brings up.

"Really? What?" I say, actually interested in what he has to say. It's been so boring, I need a good story.

"I built, a 3 foot tower, of MEAT!" he exclaims. He has his trademark Carlos grin on.

"Dude…that's….awesome!" I exclaim. It really is! We bump fists and do the thing where we wave our fingers away from each other. We're both laughing.

"I know it is! It had bacon, ham, turkey, and sausage. It is meat-tastic man!" he explains excitedly.

"Aw, I wish I could see it." I say sadly.

"Oh! You can! I took a picture." He says, pulling his camera out of his jacket pocket.

"No way."

"Yeah! Look!" he says, holding the camera up to me. I look and see a giant pile of meat.

"Dude, that is legit." I say, smiling.

"Yeah it is. Totally." He agrees, putting the camera away. We're both laughing. I hadn't laughed in a while. It felt good.

"Thanks for coming in here man. You made me feel so much better." I tell him.

"No problem. I'm glad I could help." He says.

I'm so glad I have good friends like him.

There's a Carlos chapter for you I hope it was okay. Review plz!