A/N Hey peoples! This is actually a request from my other story collection, "Sweet Dreams and Angsty Things" but I decided to make this into a 2-shot, possibly more if you want to read more in-depth. It's up to you guys! You can thank my awesome reader Anna for this. Rated T for blood and gore and not so happy themes.

Carlos, James, Logan and Kendall used to play street hockey nearly every day in Minnesota. The town they lived in wasn't exactly bustling and it's not like the streets were very busy, so it was relatively safe for 4 teenagers to be playing in those streets. But they weren't in Minnesota anymore, they were in LA.

"Ok boys," Kendall said as he and his friends strapped on their roller skates in the PalmWoods Park parking lot. "2 against 2, fight to the death, grisly hockey match."

"I vote we don't die," Logan said in a squirrely voice, raising his hand. Kendall rolled his eyes at his scared friend.

"I wasn't being serious, Logan. Me and Carlitos-" Kendall patted the boy's helmeted head. "Against James and Logan. Losers have to lick a tree."

James and Logan groaned but Carlos giggled because that boy would lick anything and like it.

"Now, what are our team names?" Kendall continued. It was tradition that they make up the weirdest names for the opposing teams.

"The Raging Monkeys," James and Logan said. Obviously they had been planning that one.

"Fine. Purple Unicorns," Kendall said. The Unicorns groaned. "Are we ready boys?"

"Ready!" Carlos exclaimed, picking up his hockey stick.

"Good. And not passing the puck is punishable by tickle fight," Kendall said, directing that last comment towards Carlos, who had a habit of never passing the puck. This game was no different. 30 minutes in, The Purple Unicorns were winning by 4 points because Carlos kept forgetting to pass the puck. If they didn't make this last shot, they would lose.

"Carlos! Pass me the dang puck or I'm tickling you to death," Kendall warned.

Carlos giggled. "Whoops! Sorry!" Just as Carlos was about to shoot the puck to Kendall, Logan swooped in and stole it, ready to hit it towards The Raging Monkeys Goal.

"You're going down, Knight!" James said with a grin.

"Yeah right, Raging Monkeys can't be beat!" Kendall said, returning the grin. He loved his friends and he loved competing with them.

Carlos let out some kind of weird monkey call and stole the puck back from Logan. Just as he was about to shoot it into The Purple Unicorns goal, James checked Carlos and shot the puck straight into the busy street.

James, Logan and Carlos figured the game was in time-out until it was safe to retrieve the puck. But Kendall had a bad habit. He got a little too involved in competition until it clouded his judgment, and all he could think of was winning the game. So it didn't even register with the tall blonde that it would be dangerous to skate into the street just so they could continue playing.

"Kendall, whoa what are you doing?" James yelled, watching his friend skate the short distance to the street.

"Kendall, stop!" Carlos shrieked, already racing towards the inevitable disaster.

Logan's heart dropped to his stomach in a panic when he realized that Kendall didn't even see the bright blue BMW coming towards him at 40 miles per hour. He heard the driver throw on his brakes so hard the tires screeched but it didn't help. The front end slammed into Kendall's thin frame, sending him flying into the air and tumbling onto the roof of the car, than he slammed down hard on the solid asphalt.

"Oh my God, Kendall!" Logan cried, running towards the scene of the accident with James and Carlos right behind him. Logan's stomach churned when he saw the gruesome sight. Kendall's head was split open and his arm was at an awkward angle. He saw a flash of white and realized right away that it was a compound fracture. The bone was sticking clear out of his forearm. The driver stepped out of the car in hysterics, sobbing that she was sorry, but Logan ignored her.

"Don't let him look!" Logan turned to James and shoved Carlos into the taller boy's arms. The sight was too sickening for the youngest boy to handle. "Call 911, James, hurry!"

James held a sobbing Carlos in one arm and dialed 911 in the other while Logan knelt next to his bloody best friend, trying to think of what to do but it was hard. It was like a nightmare. Kendall lay on the red-stained pavement but he wasn't still, he was twitching and shuddering. Logan knew right away he was unconscious and he had a head injury causing him to have a small seizure. Blood poured from his scalp, staining his blonde locks a dark red. His face was almost unrecognizable underneath all the blood. His nose was crooked and his lip had a hole in it, as if he bit it on impact.

"Don't move him!" Logan yelled when a witness trying to help went to touch Kendall. "Just give him space." Logan tried to cover Kendall's body protectively from all the people crowded around them. The seizure had ceased and at this moment, Logan had no idea if Kendall was dead or alive.

James was struggling to hold onto Carlos. They were a few feet's distance away and the little boy was desperate to see Kendall's body, but James refused. "It's ok buddy. Don't look, please don't look," James said, clutching the thrashing boy to his chest.

"Is he dead?" Carlos cried. His voice was heart-breaking and high pitched with pure terror. "I have to see him! James let go of me! Kendall! Why isn't he talking, James?"

Another witness ended up having to help James hold Carlos because James was falling apart as well. Kendall was now motionless, bleeding more than any human ever should. He felt sick to his stomach. The smell was horrible. Burnt rubber from the tires and a coppery smell of the red substance pouring out of Kendall's head invaded his nostrils. The screams and the sobs were out of a horror movie. And that was Kendall knight's body lying on the pavement, his leader and his best friend. Dead or alive, he didn't know.

Loud, ear-piercing sirens rushed towards them and suddenly he was being pushed away along with everybody else. Carlos was a sobbing, incoherent mess now but Logan was angry with denial. He refused to leave Kendall's side and James had to release Carlos to pry the small brunette away from Kendall.

"Come on buddy, the doctors are going to fix him now and we're going to meet him at the hospital." James lifted Logan by the shoulders and took one last look at his best friend's body before pulling Logan away.

Carlos was sitting on the sidewalk, knees to his chest and wailing. James wrapped a strong arm around the wrecked boy's chest and hauled him to his feet, than half dragged/half carried the small boys to the car. The tall boy made quick work of shoving them into the backseat. With shaking hands, he started the vehicle and tried to keep a clear head as he drove through thick traffic to the hospital. Surprisingly, James wasn't sobbing or panicking like he normally did in bad situations. Usually, Kendall was the level headed one but since Kendall was…

James shook his head as if to rid the sickening thoughts from his head. Kendall was alive, he had to be, and right now James had to be the strong one. He didn't have a choice. He just stayed silent and went through the motions because he had too, but he wouldn't break. Not yet.

When he finally arrived to at the hospital, he ushered his younger, shell-shocked friends into the waiting room and sat them down on the chairs. When he turned to go to the front desk, he felt 2 pair of hands grab his shirt. He turned around and leaned down to look Logan and Carlos in the eyes.

"I'm going to go see how Kendall's doing, I'll be right back. It's ok." James carefully pried their fingers from his shirt. Logan took Carlos into his arms and whispered encouraging words into his ear. James went up to the front desk.

"I'm here for Kendall Knight, he was just brought in. He's a-an accident victim," James said. It was so incredibly hard to get those words to leave his mouth. He just didn't want to believe them.

The nurse gave James a sympathetic look that he didn't like. It was too pitiful, like she knew something he didn't. "Are you immediate family?"

"I'm the closest thing he has to family, we live together. He's like my brother."

The nurse nodded. "We don't know much, sir. You're going to have to wait until his doctor comes out. If you just take seat-"

"Can you at least tell me if he's dead or not?" James asked through gritted teeth, balling his fists tightly. The nurse sighed.

"He was barely hanging on when he arrived, I'm sorry. I don't know anything else."

James just turned on his heel and went to join his friends. They looked up at him expectantly and he just shrugged. "They don't know anything, boys."

Logan patted the seat next to him, but James shook his head. There was no possible way he could sit down at a moment like this. He instead paced back and forth, chewing on his lip and fingernails nervously. It was the most grueling, painful 2 hours the boys had ever gone through. James repeatedly asked the nurse if Kendall was alright, but she refused to release any information. James finally sat next to Logan, exhausted emotionally and physically.

"I don't know how much longer I can take," Logan admitted. "Why won't they tell us anything?"

"That has to be a good thing, right?" Carlos asked, his voice raw from crying. Logan and James looked at him in surprise. It was the first words Carlos had said since the accident. "I mean, if they aren't telling us anything, it means they're still back there working on Kendall and he's alive."

"He's right," James said. "Kendall must be alive. He's gotta be."

Logan put his face in his hands. Yeah, he may be alive. But it was obvious he had a head injury, a bad one. Would he even ever be the same again? Would he even be awake? It was a pretty good chance that he would be in a coma, possibly forever. Logan shuddered. Right now he was regretting ever learning so many facts about things like head injuries. He would much rather be innocently clueless like James and Carlos, who seemed certain that Kendall was ok. Or maybe they just had more faith then him.

Logan looked up when he felt a strong, comforting hand on his back and saw James peering down at him in concern. "Whatever happens, Logan, we'll be ok. I gotcha, Logie." Logan closed his eyes when James brought him in close to his chest for a hug, and Carlos wrapped his arms around his friends, joining in on the intimate embrace.

"Guys, look," Carlos whispered, pointing ahead of them. They pulled away from each other to see a serious-looking doctor approaching them. Deep breaths could be heard from each scared boy as they stood, readying themselves for the news of their big brother's fate.

A/N Thanks for reading. I'll try to be quick with my updates! Remember, I have this planned as a two-shot but if you guys want anything huge to happen, please suggest it and I will consider it. Review? Pleasie? Love ya'll!