Hey!

I'm sure some of you may recognize this title…

Long story short, I'm somewhat ashamed that I wrote Big Time Flu. I look at my writing now compared to that story and laugh. Needless to say, I've improved since then, which is exactly why I'm writing another Big Time Flu. It'll be the same plot, just better than last time. I realize the description claims that Logan gets sick due to caring so much for the other guys; I also realized how I barely showed that in the real story. It lacked detail and overall 'sickly-ness' too LOL. So, yup, this is my new and improved version of Big Time Flu!

I'm super excited for this! Here it is:

Finally. Logan could finally for once just sit down and relax. As he slouched on the sofa and kneeled over to grab a book, a muffled yell could be heard. He shook it off, hoping that this time James or Carlos would handle it…but no, they remained on the couch across from where the brunette sat.

"Guys." Logan said flatly.

"Yeah?" Carlos paused the video game he and his older friend had been playing.

"Kendall's calling us…" Logan sighed.

"And? You're the doctor, why don't you handle it?" James laughed.

"Maybe I don't want to because I've been caring for him constantly the past few days all by myself!" Logan shouted.

"B-but we don't know what to do when someone's sick…" Carlos shrugged.

Logan groaned and got up. He couldn't stand his two friends at the moment. It wasn't Kendall who was the problem, I mean, he couldn't help the fact that he was sick whereas Carlos and James could have changed the fact that they've done nothing since the blonde had become ill. It wasn't anything big or hard to deal with; just a simple case of the flu, but even with that being said, the two refused to go anywhere near Kendall until he hadn't thrown up nor did his temperature rise past 98.8.

Logan dragged his tired body to his and Kendall's shared bedroom, pushing the door open slowly and quietly, just in case his brother had been sleeping. Once the raven haired boy had entered the room, he could tell that Kendall was far from asleep.

"How are you doing, buddy?" Logan asked sympathetically.

Kendall just shook his head, squinting his emerald orbs.

"What's wrong?"

"M-my head really hurts, Logie!" He yelped, "And it's making me feel even more sick."

Logan sat on the big fluffy mess of blankets that rest above his blonde friend's bed, rubbing circles on his back.

"I should take your temperature." Logan decided, standing up and turning towards the bathroom.

"D-don't l-leave me a-alone, Logie Bear." Kendall sniffled.

On the insides Logan almost gagged. How could someone ever be that needy and childlike with the flu? Even at the young age of 8, which happened to be the last time Logan was sick, he never was that babyish. He'd lay in bed, read, and well…recover as quickly as possible so there wouldn't be too many absences on his report card.

"I'll be right back, Kenny." Logan grinned.

"No!" Kendall gasped, "I want you to stay here!"

"I have to go and get the thermometer, though." Logan cooed.

"Carry me." Was all Kendall mumbled.

"Huh?" Logan giggled.

"C-can you carry me with you?" Kendall asked.

"Gosh, Ken! I'm just going to the bathroom to grab a thermometer that's probably only about 10 footsteps away!" Logan snapped. He hated getting so mad at the people who he loved, but he was just so stressed and tired. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. Maybe if James and Carlos got off their lazy butts, then this wouldn't have been such a huge problem.

"I-I'm sorry." Kendall whimpered.

"No, I'm sorry, Kenny…I shouldn't have gotten mad at you…of course you can be carried." Logan beamed, but instantly regretted it when he remembered that compared to his brother he was about the size of a 10 year old. Needless to say, Kendall was bigger than him and the brunette was nervous of the outcome of trying to move him all on his own.

"Uh…I guess you can get on my back…or, well…maybe that might not work." The last thing Logan needed was for his friend to fall the wrong way and cause a spinal injury.

Logan wasn't sure of what to do to make this work, but he started with something simple like pulling down the covers. Kendall shivered a little and pouted up at Logan with big round deer eyes.

"…'m cold." He sighed.

Logan grabbed the fuzzy flannel camouflage print rode off of the ground and handed it to the blonde who quickly responded by pulling it on and snuggling under its fabric. He then put his arms out for a hug, in which Logan accepted…though Kendall didn't release.

"Carry me." Now even he himself was laughing at the total adorableness of this conversation.

Logan scooped up Kendall to his best ability and let the bigger teen wrap his legs around his waist. The brunette could feel himself being dragged closer and closer to the carpet clad floor. Kendall was too much for his tiny body to support.

"Goin' down!" Was all Logan could scream before falling flat onto his face, Kendall nearly crushing him.

"Loges, you need to get to the gym and try those weights out sometime." James joked, standing in the doorway with Carlos by his side.

"Shut up, hair boy." Logan groaned.

"I'm sorry but this seems like an Instagram moment." Carlos added.

"Please no." Logan whined.

"…please yes." James smirked when he saw Carlos pull his iPhone out from his pocket.

Snap.

"I hate both of you." Logan sighed.

"Love you too, Logie Bear." James and Carlos snickered in unison.

"Why are you in here anyways? Thought you were afraid of getting sick?" Logan replied.

"We figured you could use some help."

"You don't say?" Logan laughed, slowly rolling Kendall over and standing up again.

Carlos bent over and held out his hand to help Kendall get back into his bed. The blonde lied down and failed to pull his quilts up, so James stepped in assisted his friend. Now Logan could go and get the thermometer…or he hoped…

"Logie, don't leave me!" Kendall grumbled.

"But you have James and Carlos…I'll be right back."

"No-o, stay with me." Kendall added.

"Oh ok." Logan gave into Kendall's pure cuteness and sent his other two buddies to get the thermometer.

They quickly got it and ran it back over to the group's personal physician. Logan took it and made sure to clean it with a tissue before plopping it into the blonde's mouth. Two minutes mimicked 20 in their minds. Finally a beep could be heard, so Logan removed the tool and held it under the bedside lamp.

"100.4…not bad, but a fever none the less." Logan replied.

Sooo…should I continue it? Hope you enjoyed!

xoxo

~EMiLY