Hey guys! Okay so I want to say first of all that for all the amazing faithful readers of From This Moment On, I'm having trouble with that story, I'm almost done the final chapter though so don't give up hope! This is my newest fan fiction, entitled What Hurts the Most! It's pretty sad, I don't know if I would say tissue warning but I'll say it just in case! Also I know that a lot of this medical stuff may not be correct but I'm only twelve, I found all of it on the internet so please let me know if something isn't right.

Anyways the pairings are the same as my last story (McStizzie,Addisex,MerDer and George and Claire) except for one very important thing. Mark and Izzie don't have Abbie,Clarissa and Jackson. I know that sounds weird but they never had those three kids and it's a shame because I loved writing them but this is a different type of story, more heavy and for that I brought out the Fantastic Four. Their children are now Chloe, age seven, Clarissa age five and a half, Allie age four and Daisy at three. I dedicate this story to my next door neighbour Daisy, who at three and a half is in love with Frank Sinatra.

Disclaimer: I obviously own nothing. I do however own the children and I totally own Cukonuts. No need to mention I also don't own the song Bad Day by Daniel Powter.

Izzie had always been one of those people, the person that wanted a fairy tale ending, that dreamed of living in a quiet town, with a picket fence house, four kids and a dog. They would go to church and have a backyard. She was one of those people that would lie awake at night fantasizing about said fairy tale ending. But the one thing she had never dreamed about, the one thing in all her years of picking out the perfect house and deciding what her kids names would be and the color of their car, the one thing she had never thought about was sickness. Sickness in her perfect little family. She thought enough about it in the hospital, in surgery. Sickness was all around her, she was drowning in a sea of sick people. But when she got home, to her four little girls, sickness was the thing she could escape. Sure, they occasionally had the flu and Allie was prone to the 'sniffilies' but they were never as sick as any of her patients. But now the nightmare was becoming a reality. The six letter word she would never be able to say again.

Cancer.

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"Cupcakes! Let's make cupcakes!" Clarissa exclaimed, clapping her floury hands together.

"Nuh-uh. I wanna make cookies." Daisy butted in, staring intently at the bag of chocolate chips in front of her, like if maybe she glared hard enough it would turn into cookies.

Allie shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I think we should... I think we should make doughnuts! Like the kind Daddy brings home from work. Except better!"

Chloe looked at the three solemly. "We can make cukonuts."

Allie raised her eyebrows. "Cukonuts?"

"Cookies,cupcakes and doughnuts all mashed together."

Clarissa considered this for a few moments. "Sounds good." Daisy nodded slowly and finally Allie smiled.

"We can sell 'em to Mrs. Culliford!"

"We gotta eat 'em first silly."

"Shh." Clarissa says, pressing her finger to her lips. "Chloe ain't up yet we gotta be quiet!" Daisy supresses an excited squeal and bounces on the balls of her feet.

"Maybe we should wake her up." Allie suggests.

"We can't! She's gotta wake up all by her self."

"Maybe if we all stare at her." Clarissa offers. They all set their minds to watching Chloe, Allie bouncing the box of cukonuts on her knees and suddenly Chloe opens her eyes looking surprised.

"I knew it would work!" Clarissa says gleefully.

Chloe smiles, sitting herself up groggily. "Is Mommy here?" She asks.

"She's talkin' to Auntie Addison and then she's comin' to see you. But we wanted to bring to the cukonuts all by ourselves!" Allie says happily.

Chloe's mouth drops open in surprise. "You brought cukonuts!"

"Yeah! We made 'em! Mommy kept saying that we were gonna mess them up real bad 'cause I kept accidentally puttin' in sugar instead of peanut butter and then we'd hafta start all over again! But finally Daddy took me to the park so I wasn't in no one's way." Daisy says this slightly dejectedly but Chloe smiles at her.

"Can I have one?" She asks, looking at the plastic box of cukonuts.

Allie nods vigorously. "We asked Mommy who had to phone the hosptal and ask Auntie Meredith and they said yes!" Chloe wastes no time in taking a cukonut and biting into it. She closes her eyes, leaning back into the pillows.

"This," she says seriously "could be the best cukonut we've ever made."

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They had come up with the two nicknames around the time that Daisy wouldn't stop listening to Frank Sinatra and Izzie told Chloe to find her a different kind of music to listen to, because constant replays of Luck be a Lady were getting on her nerves. "ACDC." Chloe said, presenting Daisy with the CD.

"ACDC? What're they?" Daisy asked skeptically.

Chloe thought hard for a minute then said excitedly, "Allie, Chloe,Daisy and Clarissa! ACDC!" And from that moment, Luck be a Lady was overpowered by Highway to Hell.

The second one had come from Clarissa desperatley trying to teach Daisy her numbers. "One."

"One." Daisy chorused.

"Two."

"Two." And so on until ten.

"Now think of something that has ten numbers in it."

Daisy thought for a while. "I don't know."

"How about seven?"

"No idea."

"Five?"

"Beats me."

"Four?" She asked hopefully.

"Fantastic Four." Daisy replied.

"That's right! Okay now think Daisy how many sisters do you have?"

"You,Allie and Chloe. So.. three?"

"Right! What's three and add another one?"

"Four! We can be the Fantastic Four!"

The three of them are sitting, watching the Fantastic Four as Sue Storm battles it out with Dr. Doom. Daisy is leaning against Allie, covering her eyes while Allie tries to look as if this isn't frightening her at all. Clarissa is sitting on the other side of Allie, looking wide eyed at the screen. Someone is missing. Chloe is missing. It's like in those commercials when they show the kids and there's one there only it's slightly faded away. Normally it's a Missing Kids commercial, the kid has been kidnapped or run away. But Chloe wasn't kidnapped. She certainly didn't run away, she's only seven.

Izzie remembers how it all started. Her and Mark were in bed. It was late at night, Mark had come home from a long day at work, four back-to-back surgeries only one of which had been sucsessful. It was two twenty eight in the morning when a small figure had appeared at the side of their bed, clutching a ragged blanket.

"Mommy? Daddy?" The little girl had jumped onto their bed, tugging at the covers.

"Chloe?" She had asked groggily. "Chloe what are you doing up you have school tomorrow! What's wrong?"

"I don't feel good." She had said, rubbing at her eyes.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"No. My head hurts and my throat feels funny, like it's closing up." Her and Mark had sat up and taken her tempurature. Upon deciding that she had simply had a nightmare, they led her back to her bed. This, Izzie often reminds herself, was her first mistake.

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"Alright Chloe. I need you to tell me exactly where it hurts." Mark said. Chloe was on his knee, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"My leg." She said. "My leg hurts real bad. And I feel dizzy, like I'm spinning to much. I feel tired and I can't swallow good."

"Alright baby. We're gonna take you in to see a doctor okay? We're gonna find out what's bugging you?" Chloe nodded her head of blonde hair slowly, her blue eyes glistening with tears. "Don't cry." Mark said, wiping the tears from under her eyes.

"Sorry Daddy. But it hurts.. it hurts real bad."

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"It's not fair." Izzie said quietly, trying desperatley to swallow the lump in her throat. "We shouldn't be those people. The.. the one in three hundred Mark! It's not fair."

"I know." Mark said, putting his arm around Izzie and pulling her tight towards him.

"She's seven! Seven years old. She might.. she might not get to live to see eight Mark! She might never have another Christmas." Izzie was sobbing now, tears pouring down her eyes, she buried her face in Mark's chest and let him hold her.

"Mommy?" Daisy appeared, looking scared. "Mommy! What's wrong? Daddy what's happening to Mommy?" Daisy asked, shaking slightly. Mark closed his eyes, walking over to Daisy and picking her up. "We're gonna take you back to bed okay angel? Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll tell you what's wrong. But I need you to do me a big favor, and leave Mommy alone for now okay?" Daisy nodded uncertainly as Mark placed her into bed.

On the other side of the room, Allie turned over, pressing her face into the wall.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on