A/N: Okay, so I used to be famous, like seriously. I wrote Hockey Accident last year, but it and I'm Counting On You was deleted. Then when I tried again, something went wrong and then I just gave up. But anyway, I hope this one will be good enough. Please be sure to review, thank you!

Get me known again! )':

The screams were blasting through their ears as they smiled, the song ending. The band was just finishing up their last song on this night's concert, enjoying the crowd as the girls and even the boys jumped up and down. Signs were displayed from the crowd, lights and flickering cameras catching their eyes.

It had been about three hours now that they had been singing and with a hoarse voice, Kendall stepped forward to the mike, motioning for the crowd to calm down. As the last, odd flicker of light flashed before his eyes, he cleared his throat.

"We just wanted to think everyone for being such great fans, we love you!" He screamed, Carlos pumping his fist in the air with a cry of joy. The crowd took that as an opening and followed shortly with Carlos, girls screaming their names and throwing up random things. Flowers, money, and of course things that made them feel uncomfortable. But they knew that it only meant they were appreciated. It was a nice feeling, really. To know that so many people were gawking over them.

Logan smirked, and walked toward the mike, pulling it from Kendall. As the crowd settled down, he felt James' hand rest on his shoulder, Carlos popping up behind them. As a group they smiled, Logan opening his mouth to speak.

But an ear-piercing noise cut him off. He could hear the gun shot and feel the bullet rush by him, sounding like a train near his ears.

Everything was quiet as dead weight hit the stage, everyone's eyes horrid and wide. The lights quit moving, the pictures quit taking, the girls quit screaming. It was as silent as inside the eye of a tornado. Logan's eyes went blank as he turned his head, feeling it crack with so much stress. He looked down, feeling his body go numb.

His best friend was on the ground, bleeding out as he gasped. Then all hell broke loose. The crowd was roaring, cries and shouting filling their ears. The noise of phone calls were made, the professional voice of a 911 operator coming out of many speakers at once. People were running, trampling over others. Security guards pushed people back, desperate to calm down the chaos. They were shouting, giving out orders and talking on communicators. Everyone, no matter the situation, were looking around for the person who decided to shoot the pretty boy of Hollywood.

But to the three boys on the ground, none of that mattered. All alone on the stage, blocking out the pandemonium around them. Their best friend since childhood was on the floor, clinging to life as he took greedy breaths. Blood spilled around him, laying in his own puddle of red. His face was already ghostly white, running low on blood supply. His fingers twitched, gripping tightly to his shirt, trying to cover up the wound. His eyes... They were fluttering, desperate to stay open.

Logan couldn't breathe. Just seconds ago they were jumping around, the two of them doing their back flips together, laughing and high-fiving afterwards for the accomplishment. The smile... It still lingered in his vision. The hand that once lay on his shoulder, was now trying to keep the blood in his body. He sat there, staring hopelessly into those pleading eyes. No words were spoken, nothing. Partially because James couldn't speak and partially because they were all too shocked. It had happened so quickly. Sure he wanted to be a doctor, sure he knew so much about health, but watching his friend slip away from life right before his eyes rendered him futile.

Carlos laid his hand on James' stomach, feeling it jerk up and down abnormally. He could only let out small, chocked breaths as his friend was dying before him. He was so surprised, he was confused. What did James do to deserve this? Who shot him? Why didn't anyone stop him? He screamed to himself non-stop, wanting to reach up and pull at his hair. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know if he could even do anything. Wasn't this the party king in front of him, dying? He couldn't stand it, thinking about it. The boy who always did the craziest things with him because Kendall and Logan didn't want to get stuck with the consequences. The boy who was always right beside him in the hospital, fashionably showing off his wounds while Kendall and Logan laughed at them. Now here he was, taking his dying breaths. He couldn't, no, wouldn't accept it.

While Kendall, normally being the closest to James, was hyperventilating. He was just running his fingers through the feathery hair, shushing James as he kept asking repeatedly where the ambulance was. His best friend was dying right before him and no one could help. They shared a room, they flirted for the humor, they were friends before meeting any of the others. He was always the one to be there first, reassuring James when he truly believed that he had hit rock bottom. When James was crying, he was there. When James was sick, he was there. When James had terrible self esteem, he was there to remind him of what a beautiful person he was, inside and out. No matter the consequences, he was the first by his side. He felt like James' mom, always getting him out of trouble and making sure he was safe. He'd make sure that James understood his situation before jumping into it. He respectfully reminded any girl who broke James' heart that she had missed out. But most of all, he loved James. So much. It hurt, watching him deteriorate before him within seconds. He couldn't live without any of his best friends.

Then the sirens filled the air, cutting through the tense fog. Almost as if broken out of a trance, they looked up. Only to see the arena empty and ambulances and police cars pulling up rapidly. Even if it took a minute, it was too long for their liking. The security guards stood close to them, not even noticing that they were standing around them like a barrier. They were too drawn into James' colorless eyes.

His pupils were dilated.

Logan would know this any time, it wasn't good. James was suffering from blood loss and was going into shock. He had to get to a hospital, stat.

The guards jumped as he swiftly stood to his feet, pointing to the stretcher that was rolled out of the automobile. "Get him to a hospital now, no delays!" He didn't care if he sounded bossy, or if he was telling adults what to do. This was his best friend and it was going to be done his way. Clean and perfectly.

"We don't have minutes to waste, get him out of here!" He screeched, his eyes narrowed, turning to his friends. A guard was on one knee, trying to calm Kendall down as he yelled for James to stay awake, Carlos instructing Kendall to take deep breaths. Over and over, breathe in, and out. Breathe in, and out.

The paramedics didn't argue, most likely understanding the situation. They rushed up the platform, the guards breaking. Kendall was pulled back by the man who was comforting him, his arms flailing wildly. His eyes went wide as he dropped to the floor, scrambling to get back to James. Another security guard came, grabbing at Kendall to help. The blondie thrashed, refusing to be taken away from James.

Carlos' eyes went lifeless, as if suddenly the situation finally sunk in. His friend has been shot and was bleeding out. James Diamond, the pretty boy of the band. The one who was always fixing his hair, was always smiling and grinning, was dying. And no one could do anything. He felt arms wrap around his chest, pulling him back. He went limp, staring at James' body as it was lifted on to the stretcher, rolled away.

Logan's eyes flickered between the two, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn't know how he had made it this far honestly. Carlos had gone mute and Kendall was having a mental break down. While all he wanted to do was go back to sleep and wake up from this nightmare.

The car ride was quiet, two of the boys looking out the window, Carlos staring at the floor. They sat in the back of the cop car, Kendall and Logan on each sides while the other was scrunched up in the middle. Their gazes were blank. Still flashing back to what they saw.

The suddenly messy hair, the pale skin, the lifeless but pained eyes, the twitching body. The blood.

Thinking back, Kendall could remember the bullet flying by, only witnessing it for a few seconds. He remembered it cutting through the air, making a screeching noise as it cut into the flesh of James Diamond. He couldn't get the sick feeling out. He felt so numb, so hollow when he heard the lifeless body hit the ground. When he turned to see James on the ground, gaping up into the sky, he could only feel dead inside. He felt like he was sucker punched in the stomach, his breath being knocked out. It was heart wrenching to watch your childhood best friend, no, brother suddenly so empty. He knew that with how hard he dropped to his knees to help James, he'd have some nice bruises tomorrow. He felt insane. Unconsciously pulling at his hair, he curled up further against the door. When he saw the blood, he felt like his life had suddenly ended. He felt so faint to the world, his body was shaking as his throat tore from his needy screams. He needed James right now, to hold him, to know that he was alright. He needed his best friend back.

Everyone was stuck in their own thoughts when they felt the car jerk to a stop, Carlos, too tired to put his seat belt off, almost barrel rolled out of his seat as he gripped at the leather. He couldn't even lift his eyes, his mind so exhausted. Logan looked over, reaching to pull Kendall's hand away as a brutal, sudden jerk was forced on his hair. Logan knew it wasn't healthy to do that, tearing at your hair.

He whispered, "Don't, Kendall." He received a jittery nod, a gulp heard through the car. The cop sighed, turning to look at them. His eyelids lowered at the tear stains that ran down their cheeks, their sniffling running smoothly to his ear drums. These kids were in such bad condition. One second they were a hit boy band, having the time of their lives, then one of them was suffering.

"Come on guys, were here. Do you want me to escort you?"

Their heads shook as they opened the doors, Carlos waiting for an opening. Logan's hand rested on his shoulder, nodding. "Thank you," He directed to the driver who gave a short nod. The smart one led Carlos out, giving a gentle smile as he closed the door for the latino. As Carlos shifted his feet softly, letting his shoes drag against the concrete, he heard Kendall and Logan take a few steps before his knees gave out. He had, had enough.

He dropped, curling into a ball as he hid his face in his hands, sobbing hysterically. He couldn't take it, the stress, the fear, the pain. It was all there. He didn't want to deal with it, he didn't want to have to worry about his friend living through the night. He wanted to be home, eating and laughing with his band mates. He wanted Gustavo to be yelling at them, Kelly backing them up. Carlos' walls broke, letting his emotions flood out. He barely felt the hands grasping at him, pulling him up into a sitting position as his world came crashing down around him.

Logan and Kendall sat on either side of him, pulling him into their arms. They let their tears fall as well, shushing each other, sobbing into any shoulder they could find, any fabric to sniffle in. Together, they thought. Together they would get through this. They would hold hope for James, they would walk through those doors and they would bring the light to the darkness. No, it wouldn't be easy. Not at all. But at this point, they were all at their breaking points and from life experience, they knew that they would need to be there for each other. Whether they wanted to think of it in this way, if James made it or not, they wouldn't tear away. They would hold each other, cry together, and keep the band together. The cracks that formed in their sanity, it was affecting all of them. Kendall knew he was going to go limp, dead to life if James wasn't by his side again. Logan knew that he wouldn't be his same self again, no longer sly and smart and confident. And Carlos? He would never be the same, unable to be his carefree self. He wouldn't have his partner in crime anymore.

Sure crying in the middle of the hospital entrance was pretty cliche, but if that's what they had to do to ready themselves for what was beyond those doors, then they would do it any day.

Together.

Together they would help their friend. Because they had all the faith in the world for James, he was a fighter, even when he was attacked.

Wooohooo, first chapter! Mind reviewing and telling me how I did? Thank youu for reading and chapter 2 will be here soon!