A/N: If you follow me on Tumblr, then this story might be familiar to you. We played a game on Tumblr called, "Big Time _" where someone left an episode title starting with the words "Big Time" in your ask box, and you then had to come up with an episode summary. Anyhow, I did one for Big Time Sick, and hence this story was born. Note the categories this story is under. It's labeled as such for a reason, people.

Disclaimer: The day I own Big Time Rush is the day I die of elation, which then I won't own anything because I'll be dead, and the stuff I did own will be auctioned off to the highest bidder more than likely…

Big Time Sick

When James fainted the first time, nobody thought much of it. Everyone just wrote it off to him being fatigued, dehydrated, or perhaps a combination of both. Now that the boys didn't have school to worry about seeing how it was summer, their rehearsals at Rocque Records virtually doubled in length.

However, when James started fainting on a daily basis, sometimes on multiple occasions in one day alone, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan started to suspect that something was up. Despite James' reassurances that he was fine, the others were having a hard time believing him. They were far too worried about him to believe him.

Even though James vehemently protested the idea, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan overruled him and persuaded him to go see a doctor and get checked out. In a bizarre outcome, the doctor said that James had a clean bill of health. Then what could possibly account for all the fainting?

Much to James' annoyance, the others started watching him like a hawk. They practically waited on him hand and foot. Initially, James loved getting pampered by his best friends, but the novelty quickly wore off. Now, James couldn't help but feel like his best friends were treating him like an invalid.

Anymore, James was the last one to wake up in the mornings…well, almost. Usually, James would walk out into the living room to see Logan curled up on the orange sofa, his face resting on his laptop. There were numerous medical journals scattered all over the remainder of the sofa, the coffee table, and the nearby floor. From what James could gather, Logan stayed up until the wee hours of the morning doing some sort of research. What kind of research though? They no longer had school to worry about, so it couldn't be school-related, could it?

One day, James decided that enough was enough. He didn't want to wake Logan up when there was no telling how little sleep he had managed the previous night. So instead, James did the next best thing; he pressed Kendall and Carlos for information in the hopes that they had the answers James was so desperately seeking.

"Do you two know what Logan stays up all night researching?" James asked.

Kendall and Carlos traded confused glances with one another before turning back towards James. Carlos shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a Logan thing. You know how he likes to study; even if we are on summer break," Carlos answered.

James shook his head.

"No, this is different. He's not studying. If he was, there would be textbooks instead of all these medical journals. No, he's researching something, but what?" James questioned.

"There's only one way to find out; ask him," Kendall stated.

James nodded his head. Kendall was right. That's exactly what James would do as soon as Logan woke up. James was sure there was a perfectly good explanation for all this…research that Logan was doing. He had convinced himself that he was worrying for nothing.

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Logan raised his head, instantly feeling a killer cramp in his neck as he did so. He groggily blinked his eyes before letting out a huge yawn. The keyboard on his laptop had left indentations on the side of Logan's face. He winced as the slightest movement of his head caused a fierce pain to shoot down his spinal cord.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," James said, grinning.

Logan turned his head in the direction of James' voice; he was relying on his sense of hearing seeing how he couldn't rely on his sense of vision since he wasn't fully awake yet, his eyes still partially closed. At any rate, Logan instantly regretted turning his head at all as he hissed in pain yet again.

"Afternoon? What time is it?" Logan asked, yawning a second time.

"1:30 p.m." James answered.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

"Because you look so cute when you're asleep."

James was only teasing, but Logan rolled his eyes all the same. At least when he rolled his eyes, that didn't exasperate the raging neck cramp he was currently suffering from. James suddenly had a serious expression on his face.

"Can I ask you something, Logie?" James inquired.

"Anything," Logan replied.

"What's all this research for?"

Logan frowned for the most fleeting of moments. Trying not to be discovered, he quickly pasted a phony smile on his face for James' benefit. Here he was trying to be discreet by waiting until everyone else had gone to bed to do his research.

Logan was inwardly debating whether or not he should give James a completely honest answer. Apparently though, he was taking far too long.

"Don't lie to me, Logan. I want the truth," James said.

Logan sighed. He didn't much care for lying to James either if he was being truthful. At the same time though, Logan also didn't want James to worry unnecessarily.

"Since the doctor wasn't much help, I figured I would give it a shot. Every night for about the past week now, I've stayed up reading numerous medical journals. I thought if I could just find an ailment similar to the one you're suffering from, we could then know how best to go about treating it," Logan responded.

James bit his lip to keep himself from crying. He could feel his eyes start to well up with tears, and he desperately tried to blink them back before Logan noticed them. James was deeply touched by Logan's gesture. Now James knew that there was no length Logan wouldn't go to help him; here he was sacrificing precious sleep in an attempt to merely find out what was wrong with James.

"It's not a big deal, James," Logan remarked, eyeing James' faltering resolve.

"Are you kidding me? It's a huge deal! I don't know how to even begin thanking you," James said fighting back the sudden urge to ensnare Logan in a overly enthusiastic, bone-crushing bear hug.

"Don't thank me yet. While there are some similarities between what you are experiencing and known diseases, I cannot say with absolute certainty that I know what we are dealing with here. To be frank, I cannot say with any certainty that I know what we are dealing with here."

Logan hung his head in shame, exclaiming, "Ow!" over and over again. He rubbed the back of his neck with one of his free hands.

James flopped down on the couch next to Logan, and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He gave Logan a warm smile.

"It's okay, Logan. I know you're doing your best," James said.

Logan shrugged off James' hand, an action that caused his cramped neck immense pain. He broke off eye contact with James, instead choosing to gaze out the window.

"It's not okay though, James! I'm supposed to be the genius! I'm the aspiring doctor! I'm supposed to have all the answers! You're counting on me, and I'm only letting you down!" Logan exclaimed.

James stood up from the couch. He got down on one knee in front of Logan, forcing the smaller boy to look at him, unless he rather his neck be in pain.

"I hate how you're beating yourself up over this! I trust you way more than some idiot doctor who even with his years of experience, still doesn't know what he's talking about!" James commented.

That didn't get the reaction out of Logan that James was hoping for. It didn't really get any reaction out of Logan at all. While Logan had opened up to James a bit, James knew that Logan was still guarded for some reason. Even though this was typical Logan behavior, he never was one to wear his heart on his sleeve, it still troubled James.

"Now, how about I help you pick these papers up, and then we can have some lunch because I don't know about you, but I'm starving," James said.

Logan chuckled. James loved the sound of Logan's laughter. It was the first time he had laughed since he woke up. In James' opinion, Logan didn't laugh enough; not just today, but in general.

"Okay, as long as I fix lunch for us. I trust you in the kitchen even less than I trust Carlos," Logan commented.

James stuck out his tongue at Logan. The two boys started picking up the various medical journals. Just as they were about finished, the stack of papers James had been holding fell to the floor. They seemingly slipped through his fingers, slicing through his fingers and the palm of his hand in the process.

"Ow!" James cried out, cradling his hand to his chest.

"Come on," Logan instructed, grabbing James' uninjured hand, and leading him to the bathroom where the first-aid kit was.

Logan turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and held James' hand underneath the running water. It quickly turned a light shade of pink as it was incorporated with the crimson liquid oozing out of the flesh of James' hand. After Logan dabbed James' hand dry with a hand towel, he opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out some hydrogen peroxide and a box of Band-aids.

Logan expertly applied some hydrogen peroxide to James' wounds. Then, he covered the cuts with various sizes of Band-aids. James would have helped Logan, but at the moment he couldn't so much as bend the fingers of his injured hand.

"What happened back there?" Logan asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I don't know," James replied honestly.

He had no idea what caused him to drop those papers in the living room, but whatever the reason, it scared James. It didn't just scare James though; it scared Logan too. Logan tried to not let it show, but he was terrified. James was far from a klutz. He wouldn't just drop those medical journals like that. Something was wrong with James; something was horribly wrong.

"What's wrong with me?" James asked.

"I wish I knew," Logan said out loud even though he didn't mean to.

Logan had already created a list of James' symptoms in his head; fainting and now impaired motor function. What was next? Logan wasn't even sure he wanted to know what was next.

"Maybe we should take you to the doctor again," Logan suggested.

"I thought we were going to eat lunch?" James replied.

"James, I think your welfare is more important than your appetite, don't you?"

Logan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. James watched as Logan took several deep breaths in succession. He had known him long enough to know that this was what Logan did when he got worked up and was trying to calm himself down.

"Why do I need to go to the doctor anyways? Why can't you just treat me, Logan?" James asked.

The root of the problem was that James was afraid of needles, especially of the large variety. The last time James went to the doctor, he had to have blood drawn, and that involved needles, and James would much rather avoid that entirely.

"While I appreciate your faith in me, I'm no doctor, James. I don't have a medical degree. I also don't have the equipment to treat you properly. Besides, I still don't know what's wrong with you exactly, so I haven't got a clue how to treat you even if I had the equipment and a medical degree," Logan answered matter-of-factly.

James sighed. Welp, he tried. It was certainly worth a shot.

"Come on. I'll drive you," Logan said.

Just as they were about to open the apartment door, it opened revealing Kendall and Carlos. They quickly took in the sight of a worried Logan and an irritated James.

"Where are you two going?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah, and why does it look like James is pouting?" Carlos added.

"I'm not pouting!" James exclaimed.

"I'm taking James to the hospital," Logan answered.

"What? Why?" Kendall and Carlos asked in unison.

"I'll explain in the car," Logan replied.

James didn't understand why Logan was treating this like it was a matter of life or death. He felt fine. As soon as he thought that, James suddenly felt light-headed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he found himself experiencing what was starting to become the all-too-familiar sensation of him in free fall.

"I got you, James. I got you," Logan said as he caught James before he hit the floor.

Kendall and Carlos quickly helped Logan support James' dead weight. All three boys had matching concerned looks written all over their faces. Logan firmly grabbed James by the shoulders and shook him.

"James? Can you hear me? James?" Logan called out, panicking.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Yeah, so what did you think? I feel compelled to make some comment where I doubt myself, but I'll bite my tongue instead. Oh, and I thought I should give you fair warning; there will be a character death in this story, so if that's not your cup of tea, then maybe you shouldn't continue reading this story. Not that the character death is going to happen anytime soon, but yeah…