This is my first BTR fanfic! Don't judge me! Unless you like it :)

I do not own BTR!

...yet, at least. JAMES WILL BE MY OLDER BROTHER IF I DID OWN BTR. hehehe

Chapter 1

James' POV

Kendall, Carlos, Logan, and I bursted through the door of our apartment. "Hey mom!" Kendall smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and sprawled out onto the couch.

" 'Sup Mama Knight?" Logan spun, and sat next to Kendall. Carlos was setting up the XBox 360.

"Hook up a controller for me, guys!" I skipped into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter.

Mrs. Knight tapped me on the shoulder. "James, Kyla is sick."

My smile faded. "Sick?"

"She hasn't been feeling good all day. I've been taking care of her. Now since she's sick, Katie and I aren't going on our weekend trip."

"Mrs. Knight, she's my little sister; I can take care of her. You and Katie go on your trip."

"Are you sure, James? I can definately stay home."

"Positive, Mrs. Knight."

She sighed. "Alright. But you call me if you need anything. Katie and I will turn right around."

"Yes ma'am." I nodded, then quickly ran into me and Kyla's room. She was in bed, and had a wet washcloth over her eyes. On her laptop, that was on the trunk in front of her bed, she had her Owl City music playlist up on iTunes. I quickly paused the music.

She groaned. "Katie...that's not funny. Turn it back on."

I stayed quiet. "Katie! Turn it back on!" she grew louder.

I was still silent. She pulled off her washcloth and sat up on her elbows. "Dude! I'm not kidding!" Kyla looked around, and then looked up at me. "Ohhh. Hi."

"Hey, Kyla." I sat on the edge of her bed. "How're you feeling?"

Her elbows collapsed, and she landed back on her pillow. "Not good..." she replied, taking a deep breath, and covering her eyes with the washcloth.

"James? Are you coming, man?" Kendall called.

I went up to the door, and stuck my head out. "Kyla's sick. I'll be there in a second."

"Sick?" Logan jumped up. Carlos and Kendall followed. "How so?" Logan asked.

Kyla sighed. "Guys...I'm fine. You can go." she sat up and took a bite of the toast that was on the plate next to her bed.

Logan, Carlos and Kendall went back to the couch, and I watched Kyla as she became very pale. "You okay?" I asked, alarmed.

Kyla got up, and darted to the bathroom. I followed her in, and held her hair back. Logan got a fresh washcloth, and got it wet for her. As she vomited, I rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. The worst was over, and she was trying to spit the taste out.

"Do you think it's all out?" I grabbed one of the hair ties from the sink, and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail.

"I hope." she spat.

Carlos had gotten a blanket, and Kyla wrapped herself in it. I picked her up bridal style and brought her to the couch.

"Here's some water, Kyla." Kendall handed her a glass of water.

She only took a few sips before she was off throwing them up in the bathroom again. This time, Kendall went in to try and get her to calm down.

"It's not good that she can't even stomach water." Logan paced. "We should take her to the doctor."

"Do you think that's a good idea? You know Kyla and the doctor. She bit me last time we were there. I got three stitches." I told Logan.

"She'll get dehydrated if she doesn't drink water. It'll make her even MORE sick, and we'll really have to take her to the doctor."

Kendall returned to the couch with Kyla in his arms. "Kyla?" I pulled her onto my lap. Her head rested on my chest.

"Yes, James?" she replied, feeling embarassed about all of this.

I gulped, and leaned down to her ear. "We're going to take you to the doctor." I whispered as quietly was I could.

She sat up quickly. "W-what? The doctor? What? NO!" she ran and slid in her socks to our bedroom.

"KYLA WAIT!" Carlos darted after her. He got to our door, but she had already shut it and locked it. "Kyla, please. You can't even drink water. That's not good. You could get dehydrated."

"I'm not going." she sounded as if she was out of breath.

"Move over." I pushed Carlos over. "Come on, Kyla! There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Yes. There is!" she squealed. "There are shots, and needles, and scapels, and creepy doctors who want to examine every inch of your body!"

"No one's going to examine you, Kyla! They're just going to give you medicine."

"Medicine that's in a shot! It's going to go into my bloodstream...and I could have an allergic reaction, and die! Do you want me to die, James?"

"Of course not, but-"

"I'm not going!"

I looked at Kendall. He nodded, and grabbed a bobby pin from the bathroom. I don't know how many times I've had to pick the lock on this door.

Once it unlocked, I went inside, and the room was quiet and empty. Kyla was hiding. Logan, Carlos, and Kendall followed me in. "Hmm...if I was a weirdly squeamish thirteen year old girl, where would I hide?" Kendall crossed his arms.

I put my finger to my lips. I knew exactly where she was. In the closet, there is a HUGE safe. When I say huge, I mean, it could fit Kyla AND Katie, with room to spare for Carlos. And Kyla was claustraphobic, she would've had it cracked open.

Slowly and steadily, I tip-toed to the closet. Sliding the doors open quietly, I noticed that the safe was cracked a bit. So I kicked it shut, and Kyla screamed.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. LET ME OUT!" she pounded on the door.

"Will you let us take you to the doctor?" Kendall asked.

"YES, YES! JUST LET ME OUT! JESUS CHRIST!"

"Will you let us take you to the doctor, and you not say anything negative about it?" Logan questioned.

"I SWEAR! PLEASE GUYS!"

"Can I have that twenty bucks on your nightstand?" Carlos jumped in the air.

It suddenly became quiet. Kyla stopped shouting, and the rest of us were staring at Carlos. "No, you can't have it. Please let me out, guys!" said Kyla.

I opened it up, and she scrambled out. Standing up fast, she grabbed onto me and wouldn't let go. I held her tight, and picked her up bridal style. She buried her face into my chest.

"I'll start the car." Logan grabbed the keys from the small bowl on the counter.

I carried Kyla out to the car. Me and her sat in the back with Kendall, while Logan drove, and Carlos was in the passengers seat.

Kyla covered herself up with the blanket, and leaned against me. I put my arm around her, and quietly played with her hair.

We pulled into the doctors office, and noticed no one was there. In the very corner of the parking lot, there was a silver car, but that was it. Carlos hopped out, and ran up to the door. "It's closed!" he called back.

"Uh oh. That's sad. Let's go back to the Palmwoods." Kyla looked up at me.

"Nice try, Kyla." Logan said before I could speak. "But we have no other choice than to take you to the emergency room."

"But this isn't an emergency." she spoke up.

"Then they'll take us to just the regular hospital." Logan began to back up.

She groaned, and covered her head with the blanket.

It didn't take too long to get to the emergency room. I carried Kyla in on piggyback, and sat her next to me, while Logan went up and started talking to the lady at the front desk.

"James?" Kyla shifted a bit.

"Mmm?"

"I'm scared..."

"Don't be."

"I feel like such a loser."

"It's okay, Kyla. Don't forget I'm scared of the dentist."

She faintly smiled. "Oh yeahh. I remember that."

"Kyla Diamond?" a nurse called out.

I hoisted Kyla onto my back, and we walked into room nineteen. She wouldn't let go of me while I put her down onto the bed.

A doctor walked in. "Kyla?"

Kyla didn't reply. She was too scared. I had one hand, and Kendall had the other. "Umm...yes. This is Kyla. My younger sister. She doesn't like the doctor." I replied to the confused doctor.

"That's perfectly normal. Lots of people dislike the doctor. Now, what seems to be the problem?" he asked, politely.

"Kyla can't eat without throwing it up. She can't even handle water." Logan explained.

"Ahhh. The stomach bug. I've had lots of people come in for that." the doctor grabbed the file.

Kyla let go of both, me and Kendall's hands, and darted out of the room. We all chased her, until she slammed the bathroom door shut. The sound of her vomitting filled the air.

"Kyla? Kyla, honey, let me in." I lightly tapped on the door. She unlocked it, and continued to hang over the toilet.

I closed the door behind me, and wet a paper towel for her to dab her mouth. "You alright?" I rubbed her back.

She flushed the toilet, and shook her head.

"Do you think you could go back out there?"

Kyla slowly nodded, and stood upright. I scooped her up bridal style, and opened the door. Logan was waiting outside the bathroom. "The doctor went to get someone to hook her up to IV fluid."

I took her back into room nineteen, where Kendall and Carlos were leaning against the wall. "The nurse said to try and keep her relaxed." Kendall whispered.

I gently placed her on the bed, and leaned it back a bit. "Kyla, what would relax you?" I asked, playing with her hair a bit.

She turned her head to me, and opened her eyes. "Could you sing me something? Please...?"

Logan, Kendall, Carlos and I huddled up, and discussed what we were going to sing. "Her favorite is 'The City Is Ours', isn't it?" Carlos asked.

"Last I heard, it was 'Halfway There'." Kendall shrugged.

"James, you're her brother. You pick the song." Logan nudged me.

I thought for a second, then it came to mind. "I've got it."

Sitting next to her, all three boys crowded behind my chair. Kyla was kind of dozing off a bit. I cleared my throat, and began to sing.

"Dance hard, laugh hard; turn the music up now. Party like a rockstar; can I get a 'what now'? I swear I'll do, anything that I have to...jump up and down. Gonna play it loud now. Don't care, my head's spinning all around now. I swear I'll do anything that I have to...till I forget about you." we all sang quietly, so we wouldn't disturb anyone.

I guess it did relax her, because she was on the brink of sleep, but then the IV nurse came in. Kyla's eyes slowly blinked awake.

She tensed up, and grabbed onto the edge of her bed. "Hey, hey, heyy. It's alright, Kyla. Just relax." I smoothed down her hair a bit.

"You're right. I'm acting stupid." she shook it off, but became very pale. "I'm going to throw up again!" she squealed.

The nurse ran into the other room, and brought back an orange bag. Kyla threw up into it, and Kendall held back the hair that fell from her ponytail. Carlos grabbed a paper towel, and got it wet for her. Once she was finished, she wiped her mouth, and threw the paper towel into the orange bag.

"It's alright, sweet pea." The nurse started, grabbing one of those rubber things that you tie around the arm. "It'll be over before you know it. And the IV will make you feel better."

Kyla nodded. The nurse found the best vein, and brought out a sterile needle from it's little packet. "Are you ready, dear?"

She gulped, and kept her eyes shut. Kyla flinched a bit when she put the needle in, but then relaxed a bunch when it was over.

"See? It wasn't so bad." Carlos smiled at her.

Another nurse came in, with the bag of her IV, and hung it on the thing which almost looked like a coat rack. She connected the the tube that was hanging from the IV, to the tube that was hanging from Kyla's arm. "This'll make you feel ten times better, honey."

Kyla sighed, nodded, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I want an older brotherrr!