Cammie looked out the window. She only had two weeks left, and then she'd be gone. The sky was turning grey and storm clouds were appearing. In the parking lot, she saw a red car that made her smile; her friends were coming to see her like every day that she had been in the hospital. Ever since the accident. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, before being shaken.

"Cam," a soft voice called. It had a slight southern accent, which meant that it belonged to Liz. Her blue eyes opened to see a circle around the hospital bed.

Macey smiled. "Good, you're awake," she said. The room was silent.

"So, what's going on?" Cammie asked.

Bex smiled at Grant. "Grant asked me out," she squealed.

Cammie smiled. "It's about time! I'm so happy for you." Bex bent down for a hug, careful not to squish Cammie.

The room then got silent again. Cammie got tears in her eyes; this might be the last time she would see her friends all together. The girls started noticing the streaks of water on her cheeks.

"Cam, don't cry," Liz said, pools of water in her eyes as well. Jonas walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulders. Macey and Bex were also starting to cry. It was unusual for them to cry because Macey didn't want to ruin her makeup. At this point, all of the girls' boyfriends were next to them, comforting them through their tears.

Grant felt alien to this part of Bex. She almost never cried because she was so strong. He didn't understand why until it hit him; her best friend since 6th grade, was dying. He always thought that they had more time, that Cammie would get better and live through it. It got pushed to the back of his mind, until the situation was actually in front of his face. Cammie Morgan was dying, and it was because of some stupid mission.

Jonas took out some tissues and slowly patted away some tears from Liz's beautiful face. He knew that Liz was sad, but he thought that the room would be more lively, seeing that it was probably the last time that they were all together.

It seemed like Cammie was a mind reader, because at this time, she decided to interrupt the silent tears streaming down everyone's face. With one last sniff, she put a smile on her face. "Guys, let's just be happy. I don't want to spend my last week looking like a mess. Also, where's Zach?" she asked.

Grant shrugged. "I don't know. None of us had seen him since... you know." Cammie nodded. She had only seen Zach once, and it was when she visited Gallagher again.

"Yeah, he seems to be taking it really hard," Liz added.

"Oh well. Cam, I don't care if Goode comes or not, we are going to the movies!" Macey helped her up and gave her some Macey approved clothing. Everyone left the room while she got out of the hospital gown, and put on her new clothes.

She came out of the room and notified the nurse. Macey walked over and practically pushed her into the car. "The movies!" she sang.

At the theatre, they ended up watching "Skyfall", the only movie that all of them wanted to see. "Look at him! His technique is so sloppy!" Grant roared.

Bex roughly put a hand on his shoulder. "It's a movie Grant. Get over it! We're in a civilian theatre!" she quietly screamed in his ear. The rest of the movie consisted of Grant making comments about the movie, and Bex punching him every time he did.

At the end of the movie, Grant was ranting about how the spy never used a cover. "I mean, everybody knew his name!" Grant cried. At this time, everyone was covering their ears, trying to block out Grant's annoying voice. When they drove back to the hospital, Cammie was smiling. It was just like old times.

They dropped Cammie off, promising to visit again tomorrow. She nodded, believing what they said, even though they were spies; spies don't keep all of their promises. She checked in with the nurse, and changed back into the hideous hospital gown. Macey's gorgeous clothes were laid on the chair as a reminder of the great day she had.

The memories she had of her friends were tremendously happy, but one topic kept coming into her mind: Zach Goode. She hadn't seen him since she got injured, but his face burned brightly in her mind. The emerald eyes she had fallen in love with, the chiseled features, the dark hair. She wondered why he didn't want to see her. Was it because he was scared? While her brain tried to sort things out, Cammie slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.

A.N: Hey, it's just Cassidy here. I know that it is a bit sad, but it'll get better. So, should I continue?

-Cassidy