Disclaimer: Victorious belongs to Dan… like everything else does.

You watched the scene unfold in front of you. All the questions in your head, finally answered. Why the petite red-head ran off so abruptly and unexpectedly. You wondered why at first, but here you are, in the white rooms, tainted with blood, unsuccessful saves, with lost dreams and unfulfilled wishes wafting through the air. The chemicals and alcohol working overtime to fill your nostrils of this filthy, disgusting aroma you've always wished to avoid.

The bustling halls, the steady beeping noises, families crowded with broad smiles, and new life. At times, this underground life shelter gives out cries of newborns, or worst, dead silence in rooms filled by ghosts and weeping loves. This time, however, is the worst of experiences in this shelter. The girl that is your best friend was at the hospital crying into your lap, creating wet spots on your well-worn jeans, but that is the least of your worries. Her heavy cries that leave her breathless and shakes that rack through her body make you feel guilt and pain, but you know she's hurting more than you and you try to stay strong, but to know prevail, you silently cry, masking your chocolate skinned face in tears that slowly roll off your cheeks. You're patting her back and hushing her to calm down and you tell her that he'll be ok, but you both know that's far from the truth.

You remember just minutes before, you were thinking of a remark to return Jade's snarky comment, while playing with your long, wavy brunette hair that laid over your shoulder, until you see at the corner of your eyes a suddenly crying red head that blurs out of your vision. You remember swiftly getting out of school and rushing off to chase her and here you are, finally, crying along with her.

You're pulled out of your deep thoughts when you hear a familiar footstep arrive your way and so does she and her face is tear-stained and her mascara is smeared around her eyes and is far from repair. She tries to slow her sobs, but her lips still quivering and tears are still threatening to spill from her eyes. The white coat man, the doctor, appears with a glum frown and eyes looking guilty and sorry. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, all of his unspoken words crammed down his throat and all he can budge out is "I'm sorry, he didn't make it," but she's already crying in the nape of your neck, no longer able to hold her tears back, and she's crying harder than she was before, but you all knew this was coming, her brother, her best friend was caught with Leukemia a few years back, and from there, he had lived his life to the fullest with his family and friends, but, his story ends here.

Her brother was there for her when no one else was and when she wanted him with her, he was always by her side and supported her decisions when her parents thought she was crazy. He was her real-life superhero and it was time for you to step in, but not to necessarily take his position in her life but to be a mere sidekick compared to him. She whispers an audible, but nearly silent, "Thank you, Tori." in your ear because she knows you'll always be with her. To be her pillow to sleep on, or a shoulder to lean on, you'll always be beside her, like you've always been.

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