Author's Note: I had this idea in my head for quite a while and I decided to write it! I hope you enjoy it. This will be a oneshot! Please review.

Warning/Disclaimer: There will be some Emo!Logan and language that might make you uncomfortable, especially if you don't like Carlos/Logan. I don't own anything excpet the plot!

Blades and Bottles

Carlos POV

After spending the afternoon at the pool I was ready to relax and maybe fall asleep for a while before dinner. I noticed that Logan wasn't in the living room and when I entered our shared room he wasn't there either. The bathroom door however was shut and locked. 'Typical Logan,' I thought, 'Always so paranoid.' I laid down on my bed and waited. Ten minutes had passed and he remained in the bathroom. I got off my bed and knocked on the bathroom door, no anwer. I knocked again and still nothing. I started to worry, the bathroom was oddly quiet, at least I thought it was until I heard something crash inside.

"Logan? Are you alright?" I asked knocking on the door. Silence answered me so I started to freak out. I pounded on the door and eventually kicked it open.

I screamed. Logan. The blade. Pills scattered everywhere. Blood and lots of it. I reacted quickly, calling 911 and informing the operator that I needed paramedics. I grabbed a few towels, pressing them to the open cuts on his wrist. I saw his eye open for half a second and then close. I cried and begged whoever was listening to keep him alive. Paramedics rushed in and took over. I fell backwards in the corner of the bathroom and watched in horror. All the equipment just to keep him alive. Someone asked me what happened and I told him all I knew. He asked about the pills and I said I didn't know if he took any, that I found them like this. He thanked me and left following the others out the door leaving me with his blood on my hands.

I continued crying my eyes never leaving the blood filled tub. I couldn't move, it was like every thing stopped working. I wanted this all to be just a bad dream but the blood was real. I heard Kendall shouting from the open door. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I just continued sobbing. He came into the bathroom and immediately rushed to my side. He thought the blood was mine and asked me what happened.

"L-Logan...ra-razor...pills. Th-the blood...so m-much blood. I-I tried to h-help..." I couldn't manage to get a word out without sobbing. He pulled out his phone and called who I assumed to be his mother.

"Shh, Carlos. Logan will be fine." Kendall tried to comfort me but I knew he was crying too.

The wait at the hospital went on for ages. I kept rubbing my hands together trying to get rid of the blood from them even though the blood had been washed off eariler. I still felt the warm sticky fluid on my hands and it drove me insane, knowing that his blood was all over my hands. Mrs. Knight put her hand on mine and got me to stop. I stopped crying because I simply ran out of tears. I cried on the way here and even when the nurse was washing my hands. The doctor emerged from the swinging door asking for the Mitchell family. I stood up along with Mrs. Knight and the doctor told us to have a seat.

"Logan had a couple of deep cuts along his wrists and because of the spilt pill bottles we had to pump his stomach, as precaution." He explained trying to put it in a way that we could handle. "He is asleep so one of you can go back to see him." Mrs. Knight nudged me soI stood up and followed the doctor to the room. 'J2' I would have smiled at the irony but I was nervous as to what to expect.

I walked in and he was lying on the bed, tubes and wires everywhere accompanied by the annoying beep. I sat next to him and waited. Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours before he woke up.

"Where am I? Ow, my head." He tried to move his arm and rub his head but the tube limited his arm movement, the bandage didn't help much either. "Carlos? What happened? Why am I in a hospital?"

"Why?" I asked not answering his question.

"Yeah why?" He didn't understand what I meant so I said it again.

"Why would you do that Logan? You're supposed to be the smart one, the one who never let's anything get to him." I sobbed again, this time glad that he was back.

"I-I couldn't stand it." He mumbled without looking at me. I didn't hear him clearly so I asked him to repeat it, "I can't stand not having..."

"Not having what?" I asked when he didn't finish his sentence.

"You." He said simply before kissing me on the lips.

A/N: I know it's really short! I thought it would be longer but I guessed wrong. Please review! Have a kick but day! ~RAY~