Disclaimer: I do not own the Scott Pilgrim series or any of the characters mentioned in this story. All original characters and lines belong to Bryan Lee O'Malley and other respectable parties. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and not to be sold anywhere.

This is a work of fiction, any similarity or likeness to any events or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Voice4TheMute Presents

"Where are we going Scott? It's like…midnight and it's cold!" I complained as Scott Pilgrim pulled at my arm as we walked outside. We decided to take a night stroll and Scott told me that there was something he wanted to show me. Our night adventure brought us to a park far away from my place.

"We're almost there Ramona! Just up these stairs!" He said with some excitement in his voice. He continued to tug me along as I did my best to keep up with his grueling pace up the wooden stairs.

"Okay! Just slow down before I fall down, alright? And don't be so loud. Parks are technically 'closed' after sun down." I reminded him but it didn't faze him. If anything, it made him smile.

"That's because they don't want you finding out about this…" He said as he reached the top of the staircase and walked forward a bit. I finally caught up to him and stood right next to him, finally seeing what he wanted to show to me all this time. We were standing on a small hill that was high enough to see the city skyline. Yellow streetlights filled the horizon, red roof lights indicated building tops, white lights frantically weaving through the sea of other white lights with the occasional red, yellow, and green lights. We were looking at Toronto at night…and it was a beautiful sight to see. "My memory may not be great, and I know I forget some of the most important dates, but at least I remember the month that we first met." Scott said as he turned his head to me. "Happy anniversary, Ramona!" I couldn't help but smile and feel warm all over.

"Happy anniversary, Scott" I said to him as I leaned and gave him a small kiss. His lips were warm, and not because it was cold outside. It was love, and I could only hope that my lips were just as warm, maybe even warmer, than his. "…even though our anniversary was a week ago." I added as I snuggled up against him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"No way! It was last week!" Scott panicked but I 'shh'ed him quiet.

"Don't worry, there's always next year, right?" I said to him as I closed my eyes and just basked in his warmth. I felt his fingers lace with mine as he rested his head on top of my head.

"I guess…" He muttered. "I love you, Ramona"

"I love you too, Scott."

In conjunction with TrixieStixs and paranoia456

You would think that would be the end of the story. He was a guy, she was a girl, and they fell in love, roll credits. Well…that would be the end of the story if this was a fairytale. Unfortunately, this is the real world. And one thing that I've learned about the real world is that the good times can only last so long. Hard times will come and it will rock your sense of life down to the core. Now these problems are normally stuff like bills, taxes, you know…everyday stuff that we have to go through. But sometimes hard times could bring the worse. I'm talking fires, earthquakes, robberies, floods, blizzards…some real bad stuff…

...what I went through…

…no…

…what we all went through…

…is nothing like anything I've mentioned.

That memory is about a week old. What's happening now…?

"Ramona?"

I woke up and brought my head off the cold table inside a small room that's filled with monitors and electronics. I rubbed my eyes with my hand as my blurred vision slowly started to refocus on the fuzzy object that woke me from my nap.

"…Stacy? Stacy is that you?" I said groggily as my vision came back and I saw Stacy Pilgrim looking at me with a tray of coffee in her arms.

"My God Ramona…you look like a mess. How long have you been here?" She said to me as she walked next to me and sat down. I respectively moved over so she had enough room and she handed me a cup of coffee that had my name on it. I nodded gently as I took my cup and sipped the rejuvenating liquid. It was a nice mellow coffee blend to keep my awake, but not enough to keep me wired.

"I don't know…maybe three days…" I said as I saw Stacy retract away from me.

"Straight? They let you do that here?" She said in shock as I averted my eyes.

"Well, I hide out at night when they check up on him…" I said as I looked forward. Stacy did they same. My sentence hit a small cue for us to look over at 'him'. Afterall, we were all here for 'him'.

"…any changes?" Stacy asked as I shook my head sadly.

"He's been the same…" I said to her, looking down at my cup. I felt Stacy's hand squeeze my shoulder for comfort and I gladly accepted it. I needed the comfort, but I knew she needed it as well. If anything, this is probably a lot harder on her…

"…he'll pull through." I heard her say, but her voice was unconvincing. In front of us, with at least five monitors attached to him, laid Scott Pilgrim. We were at a hospital in Toronto and visiting hours just started. It is today that the doctors will get the test results to see what is wrong with him…

…and whether or not he will live or die…

The Final Farewell 014

It's amazing what can happen in one week's time. He was fine a week ago…then I noticed that he was getting a bit tired, but then again who isn't? Then he complained about stomach pains…soon it was a high fever…coughing…sweating…pains in his chest…the more I saw, the more I didn't want to believe…until he didn't wake up one morning. That's when I realize that this was no 'everyday' sickness. This was something worse. WAY worse…

"Hey Ramona, hey Stace." Wallace Wells greeted as he, Stephen, Neil, and Kim walked in an hour later into room. They all surrounded Scott's bed and looked at his face and then at the monitors. "Is there any change?" Wallace asked Stacy and I but I shook my head.

"It's the same. It's been the same for the past three days." I said irritated but I felt Stacy pat me on the shoulder to calm down. I relaxed a bit, but my soul was still tense from the fact that nothing has changed since the beginning.

Scott came in, the doctor diagnosed him, he started exhibited different symptoms, they re-diagnosed him, he showed more symptoms, they called in specialist, THEY diagnosed him…and now…no signs of him of getting better. It was frustrating to see these so called 'doctors' come in and just give their two cents so they can go back to not caring. Now because of their carelessness, they have NO IDEA what's going on with Scott! ARG! …ok…calm down. Maybe I'm just restless and spiteful from the three nights of watching Scott…but still…

"He seems so…peaceful. Just laying there and sleeping." Kim said as she had her arms crossed and looking down at Scott.

It must be really hard for her as well. She knew Scott way before me…they even dated throughout high school…who really knows what's going through her mind.

"Think he'll pull through?" Neil asked but Stephen Still jumped on him.

"Of course he will, don't even say that!" Stephen said to him, but he was really saying that to everyone in the room. His optimism was admirable, but it wasn't enough to keep everyone's spirits up. Afterall, he's been saying that for the past week.

"…I just wish he had enough strength to talk to us for a full day…" I said into my arms as I slouched back on the table that served as my bed for the past three days. "He's awake…says hi weakly before falling back asleep…"

"I'm sure if he could talk more, he would…" Stacy said to me as I felt her hand resting on my back.

I know they're siblings…but other than their weird brother/sister relationship, I really don't know much about those two. But still…blood is blood…I would be worried about a family member even if I didn't have a strong relationship with him or her. And am sure they love each other…his parents and brother would come in everyday to check is progress.

"Come on Scott…fight this." Kim whispered as she placed her hand on his and gave it a light squeeze. Minutes turned to hours and we anxiously waited for the doctor to come in to tell us what he's been diagnosed this time and if they can treat him. Within those hours, Julie came by with some crackers and fruit and Scott's parents came in again to check up on him and his progress. At noon, the doctor finally opened the door and all attention was on her.

"Hello Scott, how are you feeling today?" She said to him even though he was still sleeping. "…such a strong boy." Doctor Li said as she took her pulse, checked his breathing, and checked the monitors for any kind of health differences from the last time he was checked. "You have many friends and family here Scott…you should wake up and say hi." She pleaded with him but still no response. I heard her sigh as she turned to everyone in the room.

"So how is he, doc?" Wallace asked as her attention was on him, then back at everyone in the room.

"…I'm going to request that everyone that isn't family to leave the room for a moment."

It was the worst thing that could have slipped through her lips. Everyone who was anyone was now staring at her dumbfounded. What could this mean? Why family? What did she have to say to the family that we couldn't hear?

"They're basically family for Scott." I heard Mrs. Pilgrim say to the doctor but she shook her head in disagreement.

"I'm sorry, but it's protocol. If they're not blood-related, then they have to wait outside. Please don't take offense. But this is family sensitive information…" She said to them, but they still didn't move. "I know you're all worried about your friend…and I can sympathize, but rules are rules. You must wait outside." She said as slowly, we all started to walk out the room. I was the last to leave. I stalled as long as I could in closing the door so I could hear the conversation that Doctor Li and Mr. Pilgrim were having. The only part of the conversation I could catch was "…next of kin".

We all crammed in the small waiting room, hoping that Stacy would come in and tell us what's going on. Was Scott going to be okay? Were they going to call in another specialist to diagnose Scott? Will Scott ever be the same again? So many questions…so little answers…if I had a genie at the moment and was offered three wishes, I would only use one: I just wanted Scott to be okay.

What we saw next…what we heard next…was open weeping. Mrs. Pilgrim was seen through the waiting room window running out of Scott's room, her voice echoing throughout the corridors and Mr. Pilgrim chased after her. Everyone in the waiting room exchanged worried looks at each other as Scott's brother, Lawrence, slowly emerged from his room and walked towards us. As he opened the door and walked in, everyone attention shot to him, hoping for some kind of news about Scott's health. But we all had low expectations...not after what we saw.

"…Scott's going to die." He said, a bit choked up on his own words. "Stacy's in there right now giving her final good-bye." He said as he turned around and walked out of the waiting room. I'm not sure where he went after…but at that point I didn't care. My mind was jumbled. My world…turned upside-down.

…Scott Pilgrim is going to die?

And so starts an epic saga of epic proportions! This concludes the introduction chapter to a much larger story! As you read from the summary, these will be the final good-bye talks with Scott as he lays on his deathbed from EACH character and right now, I have ten lined up. Also, TrixieStixs and paranoia456 will be guest staring in this story as they agreed (quite willingly actually) to write up one character each. Which characters did they wanna write about? You'll have to wait to find out! But until then…keep an eye out for Stacy's good-bye!

Until next time!

Oh, and before anyone ask: yes, everything is fine at home and my personal life.