Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the hope that these two will end up back together in some way shape or form. This story is going to be told through a lot of flashbacks, and is an alternate universe, although the two characters are very much themselves. I hope you enjoy it, I have high hopes for this one.

I stared at the doctor, my mind refusing to register the information being thrown in my direction.

"I'm sorry, she's taken a turn for the worst."

My mouth went dry as my lungs struggled for air. The blood in my head rushed down throughout my body, leaving me displaced from the chaotic scene I was thrust in. My eyes searched the room for anything, anyone, something that would make sense, anything that I could wrap around my head. All I found were sad eyes full of pity, focused in my direction.

"I don't understand" I finally whispered. In retrospect I'm surprised the doctor could even hear the statement that crawled from my lips. Barely audible, I knew that if anything remotely louder escaped, tears would surely follow. And I was not going to break down here, not now, not in front of these people. I don't cry, I didn't cry when my mom died, or when I found out my hopes of achieving my dream were torn away from me because of a drunk driver. I didn't cry when I was five years old and my rotten cousin broke my favorite toy, nor did a tear fall from my eyes when I missed the basket, consequentially losing the championship game. Crying was not an option.

"Things like this happen all the time, Lucas" the doctor began. I wasn't having it though, no not today.

"No, no excuse me sir you need to let me finish." I demand with my jaw clenched. "When we came to you ten months ago you told us that she at least had a year. That was ten months ago sir." My voice becomes louder, the doctor opens his mouth to respond with sad eyes but I refuse to stop.

"When I was four and I met my best friend, she promised me that we would be together forever. Forever, sir. And although we were only four years old, we both knew that she meant it. So forgive me if I'm crazy sir, and stop me if I'm wrong." I continue taking a deep breath ignoring the tears that threaten to fall. "Fifteen years is not forever and ten months is not a year. Now under the circumstances I can let fifteen years be forever, I can accept that. But ten months is not a year, its just not. I will not allow that. God, I'll settle for a fifteen year forever, I'll deal with that, but you can't even give me two months?" The entire hospital is silent, I know I'm making a scene but I couldn't care less. "Two fucking months? I'm willing to settle for a fifteen year forever, and you can't even give me the two god damned months you promised me? Ten does not equal twelve, doc, so unless you're planning on making a ten month calendar, I suggest you go back in there and do everything in your power, I mean you should do every single thing they've ever taught you in whatever fucking school gave you your pathetic medical degree, and save my best friend."

Surprisingly the tears in my eyes never fell, but I'm pretty sure I saw a moistness in the eyes of the grown man who merely nodded and returned to the room where my best friend's life laid in jeopardy.

Now some might find my outburst a little uncalled for. I dare one of them to approach me right now. The truth is, I wouldn't have reacted that way if it was any other person lying in the hospital bed four doors down. Brooklyn Penelope Davis was not just my best friend, she was my family, my confidant, my room mate, my beer pong partner, my scrabble team mate, my Brooke. My Pretty Girl, the very person who I was no doubt secretly in love with since she promised me forever when we were barely four. The only other person who knew what it felt like to be abandoned by everyone who meant anything to you, well almost everyone, but by the looks of how my day is going my Brooke is going to join that list.

I curse myself for allowing the thought to even cross my mind. I lean back into the hospital chair, I've perfected the art of making myself comfortable under such conditions, not that that's something I'm proud of. It's going to be another long night in the hospital. But I would withstand a million more of these nights to be able to experience the forever that was promised to me all those years ago. I feel a smile tug on my lips as I think about that day all those years ago, what has led me here to this lonely hospital waiting room praying for my best friend's life.