HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME! I'm not a fan of this story and I want to post the two other that I have almost ready but I have a one story only policy...

I currently have a few of you planning my murder after this story is over and I'm saving some of yo from dying.

This one in paticular: Damn it. Forget that sequel. Unless there is Internet connection in your grave, you won't be able to right one. *maniacal grin* My friend: Oookay... put down the pointy thing, and take your pills. Jeez, that anger management class didn't pay off at all, did it? Me: but seriously: ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME? This isn't even FUNNY anymore! YES I WANT A DAMN SEQUEL! But the second you finished it and published it, YOU'RE DEATH! *waves knife in the air*

My friend: if I where you... I would run now I know you guys hate me for leaving you hanging but you must say, BEST CLIFF HANGER EVER! And this is called Fix You after the song so it will have the lyrics in the beginning. Once I run out of lyrics, the story is over.

This chapter is dedicated to lovekickinit and CrazyJules16 for correctly guessing what is wrong with Jack. (He's not dead so don't worry)

"Is everything alright Doctor Fisher?" I asked him concerned and he looked at me sympathetically.

"I need you to come with me Kim." I quickly ran out of the room behind him and we took the stairs, rather than the elevator because it was faster. He led me to the emergency room where I came face to face with Milton while the doctor hurried off.

"Milton what's going on?" I asked panting. I had just run down five flights of stairs.

"It's about Jack." He said hastily. My eyes widened and I just stared at him.

"Is he alright?" I asked, feeling the tear well up in my eyes.

"I don't know. I wish I did but I don't, I'm sorry." He looked as scared as I did.

"It's not your fault you don't know, Milton, you don't have to apologize." I told him and rubbed his arm.

Just then, Dr. Fisher came back over to us and we quickly walked over to him, "Is he alright?" Milton and I both asked simultaneously.

Dr. Fisher looked at us sympathetically and worriedly, "He's-"

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

"He's in a very critical condition."

"What does that mean?" I asked, my emotions blocking my knowledge.

"It seems Jack contracted tetanus. We had to sedate him because of how bad the muscle spasms were. Apparently there is a small piece of metal still remaining in his wound. I don't know how this was overlooked before but he is being prepped for surgery as we speak. I will be preforming the surgery and it shouldn't take that long. After he wakes up we'll put him on some antibiotics and medication, tetanus immune globulin, to see if that might help reverse the poison. He will be on bed rest for around a week here." Dr. Fisher informed us.

"Doctor I know the tetanus survival rate is only three in four but how much of a chance does he have?" Milton asked and Dr. Fisher looked at us sadly.

"You are a very smart boy but if this doesn't work he most likely won't make it, I'm sorry, but I will do everything in my power to keep him alive." Milton nodded and looked at me with glassy eyes before he let them fall.

No, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. I can't lose Jack. I just can't I would be crushed. I was once but this would kill me, literally kill me.

Milton and he crushed me in a hug. I grabbed his shirt and broke down. Dr. Fisher ran off to go get clean up and the two for us sat down in the emergency room waiting area. Minutes after we sat down Jerry and Eddie came bursting through the doors, frantically asking what happened. I curled up in a ball in my seat and hugged my knees to my chest. I let Milton do all the talking and he tried to dumb it down as much as possible for Jerry, who was acting serious, one of the few times in his life. The two of them sat down quietly after being brought up to date on the situation at hand. Jerry was playing with his beanie and Eddie was twiddling his thumbs, staring at the floor.

They had already called Rudy and he was on his way. It had been about an hour when Rudy got there; he had been in the middle of teaching a class and couldn't leave. He came in and Milton, being the responsible one of us told Rudy everything.

I was sitting away from everyone in the corner, unable to cry anymore and just wanting to be alone. Rudy walked over to me and kneeled down in front of me. He took my hand and I looked into his eyes. They were filled with sympathy and sorrow. I could tell he was just barely able to hold it together; he was trying his best not to cry. Rudy loved all of us dearly but I think it was Jack who he liked the most. The two of them would fight occasionally but it would only bring them closer together when one of them apologized.

"How you holding up Kim?" Rudy asked me softly and I managed a shrug. He nodded and sat down next to me, still holding my hand.

"I just want him to be alright but I need to see him." Rudy nodded again in understanding.

"I know, we all want him to be okay and won't believe it until we see him with our own eyes." I looked at him and saw he was biting his lip to avoid crying.

"It's alright to cry Rudy." My voice was scratchy and it hurt to talk I had been crying so much. Rudy swallowed and let some tears slip from his eyes.

It was around five o'clock when I saw Dr. Fisher coming down the hallway. I stood up quickly to go over to him but the dizziness was killing me from standing up so fast. Not to mention how dehydrated my body probably was from the crying. After the feeling left I walked quickly over to where he was in hallway, wanting to get to him as soon as possible.

The guys all looked at me weirdly but when they saw who I was walking to they got up and followed me, probably recognizing him from the last time we were in the hospital. We met half way and the boys filed in behind me.

We were all about to start asking him questions but he held his hand up and we all shut up, ready to listen to him, "Alright, I was able to clean everything out and get the metal and any other debris out. So far his body is responding positively to the medicine and he's in the recovery room."

"Can I see him?" I asked and Dr. Fisher looked at me, his serious doctor expression was flaking away and I could see he was actually sad about this.

"You have to wait until he gets his own room." He looked at me sympathetically and I looked down.

"Uh when will that be doctor?" Eddie asked him.

"It should be another hour or so, he has to wake up and then we wait able half an hour to make sure he's stable and then we give him his own room if he is." Everyone kind of just walked away and sat back down quietly.

"Kim try to sleep you look exhausted." Rudy told me and I shook my head.

"I can't sleep when Jack's like this." I told him and he looked at me.

"Kim he wouldn't-"

"No Rudy it's not that, I feel tired but I just can't fall asleep, my body isn't letting me." He looked at me weirdly before nodding and leaving me alone again, something I wanted to be.

Forty-five minutes later in came my mother. Why I'm not entirely sure but there was no Derek on her arm surprisingly. She walked right over to me and knelt down in front of me, just like Rudy had. She had tears running down her face. "Kim I'm so sorry. I want to let you know that I didn't forget."

"Then why did you yell at me earlier?" I sniffled, remembering him wasn't helping.

"You remind me so much of him. You look just like him I couldn't help it I'm sorry. I've been there since I dropped you off and saw what you left. The flowers were beautiful Kimmy he would love them and he would have been so proud of you." She took both of my hands and I looked at her sadly, "I know what you're going through, I was here last year in your same position. I'm sorry I left you to fend for yourself when he died, I just couldn't take it. I couldn't stand him not being here with me."

"You told me he didn't love me." I sniffled some more and was already crying. She wiped away me tears with her fingers and gripped my hands tighter.

"I was drunk sweetie I apologize for everything I said to you that hurt you in anyway. He loved you so very much." She pulled me into a tight hug. "I know Jack is really special to you and that it's hard for you since daddy died today but I'll always be here for you. And I know you don't like Derek very much but he makes me happy and he took me seriously, taking the time listen to me."

"That's his job he's a therapist." I told her and she laughed a bit.

"I know but he took the time to help me and actually cared. I will never stop loving your dad, Kim but everyone has to let go sometime." She told me and I nodded into her shoulder.

"I don't want to let go of him." I whimpered and she nodded.

"Kim you have to sometime otherwise you can't let yourself be happy but you can always love him." She whispered and I cried some more.

"Just loving people don't bring them back." I told her and she sighed.

"He can never truly come back Kim, you know that, but he'll always be in your heart. And loving a person might not bring them back, but it can help them get better if you know who I'm talking about." I choked out a laugh at how my mom tried to hint to Jack.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dr. Fisher coming back and let go of her. We all gathered around him and he looked at us somewhat happily. "Good news, Jack has woken up and the medicine is working so far, his body is ridding itself of the poison. And he wants to see Kim if you would follow me please."

I followed him down the long hallways filled with doctor and nurses. It was all white. Almost everything was white with the exception of scuff marks on the floor or colored papers on the wall. After turning the corner we got to Jack's room and me let me in.

He was lying on his bed under the blanket. He had an IV drip stuck in his arm and a breathing tube around his face. The left side of his face had a large pad on it covering where the surgery had just been performed. I walked over to the side of the bed and took Jack's hand carefully. I opened his eyes a bit and looked at me.

"Hey Kimmy." Jack sounded high. It was probably the anesthetic they gave him and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey Jack." I said quietly and he cocked his head to the side.

"You look sad Kimmy." He shook my hand a little and I looked at them.

"I was." He opened his arms and pouted, signaling he wanted a hug. Jack was adorable when he was loopy.

"About what?" He sounded like a child and I found it really cute.

"A lot of stuff Jack you wouldn't understand it right now because you're high." I told him and he whined, or made some weird noise that I can't name.

"Like an astronaut?" I laughed at him again.

"Yes Jack, like an astronaut."

"Yay!"

So lets shoot for 20? I mean that last one had over 40 and the rest had like seven each...