Just Getting Started On A Big Night

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Disclaimer: Me doth not owneth Big Time Rush (...eth).

Logan

Today was the day of the dreaded doctor's appointment. Currently, I was latched onto Carlos in the backseat of Kendall's car, begging and pleading for him not to make me go. I was perfectly fine with needles. Just... Not when they were in me.

"Please, please, PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO!" I yelled.

James and Kendall laughed in the front seats as Carlos tried to calm me down.

"Logie... Listen to me, Logie. You should really consider going in. There's obviously something wrong and we need to find out what. Okay?" he asked, looking me directly in the eyes.

I squeezed him tighter and reluctantly nodded my head before burying it in his neck and trying not to freak out like a little kid.

"Great! Then let's go!" he said cheerfully before hopping out of the car and dragging me along with him. Kendall and James got out and followed us into the building.

-o.O.o-

We got inside the hospital and checked in by means of the nice nurse at the reception desk. I was taken to a secluded room while the other three boys had to wait for me outside in the lobby (waiting room). I sat on the table/bed in the middle of the room, waiting for my doctor, Doctor Hollywood. He came inside after a few minutes and got started. He took my weight and height measurements and then asked me to roll up one of my sleeves. Here we go...

I rolled it up with regret and he brought out an insanely large needle out of nowhere.

I yelped loudly. "What the fuck is that?!" I yelled.

He looked at the needle. Then back at me. Then back at the needle. "It's a needle, Logan. Haven't you seen one before?" he scoffed, "And here I was, thinking that you actually wanted to be a doctor." he chuckled.

I turned my head in embarrassment and waited for the worst.

I felt him sterilize an area on my arm so he could insert the evil piece of metal and drain my precious bodily fluids. I could sense the needle getting closer and I scrunched my face up in anticipation.

"All done!" Doctor Hollywood declared before sticking a band-aid on my arm where he had cleaned the skin only seconds before.

I slowly open my eyes and uncurled my body. "Wait... You put that thing in my arm already?" he nodded. "But... But I didn't feel anything." I said.

"Yep! You were being a big ol' wuss for nothin'!" he said mockingly.

Well now don't I feel stupid?

"Ah, well, I'm going to go run tests on this blood sample, but I want you to stay right there and wait for a few moments until I come back. I saw that you came here with your friends. Would you like for me to bring one of them in here to keep you a bit of company?" he asked.

I smiled. "Could you bring the one called Carlos in here? He's the short, Latino boy with black hair." I described.

He nodded and left the room.

-o.O.o-

Doctor Hollywood

I walked over to the boy in the waiting room that looked like the one that Logan described. "Carlos? Logan said he'd like for you to keep him company while I ran tests on his blood samples."

He looked at me, shocked. "You... He actually let you get close to him with a needle? I thought he'd be flipping out and halfway to Mexico by now..."