A/N: Hey Guys!

If any of you were just reading the latest chapter to my story Broken, you can recall I mentioned a prologue to my newest story was on the way- here it is!

If you are a new reader of mine, welcome!

So this is going to probably be my last new HOA story. I say the last "new" because I do not plan on writing any more HOA storied with a new plot. But, I do plan on writing a prequel to Oblivious, and possibly a sequel to Broken in the future!

And of course, there will always be one-shots.

So, for my loyal readers, I hope you enjoy this new story as you do my other ones!

To my new readers, I hope you like this story as well! If you really like it, check out my other stories: Oblivious, Reactions, Revenge: A sequel to Reactions, and Broken! (And if you reeeally like me, check out my one shots Guilt, Gone, and Scared too!)

Either way, I hope you like this story! Please review when you have finished! Enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS BUT GOLLY I WISH I DID!


(Eddie's P.O.V.)

I pace around anxiously in the waiting room. This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening…

"Eddie...complications could mean anything. Whatever happened was probably minor." KT murmurs

I stare at her and scoff. "Oh yeah? Well if they're so minor why won't they let me see her?" I snap.

KT sighs sadly, and looks at Fabian. He shrugs.

"I know your worried, Eddie- you have every right to be. But I think the doctors will pull through with this-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?" I scream.

This startles everyone in the room- thankfully everyone here is either from Anubis or Isis House.

Except...except for her.

Fabian sighs. "I'm just trying to offer you some support." He whispers

I am about to apologize for yelling at him, when suddenly Dr. Young comes in, looking frazzled.

I rush to her, so fast I almost slam into her and her blood covered scrubs.

Blood.

Her blood.

"Well?" I ask

She sighs. "Things aren't looking good, Eddie. I asked if you could go back with her...but she's so…sick...they don't want to infect you too."

"But she's my-"

"I know. If you want to up her chances of survival, you have to stay out here. I'm so sorry."

I feel the urge to cry, but I don't want to break down in front of all of these people.

With quivering lips, I whisper to her, "Is he going to be okay?"

She sighs. "Honestly...I'm not sure. I could estimate his chance of survival is higher than hers...but I'm not sure. It's all up in the air right now."

Up in the air. A doctor should never tell you it is "up in the air".

I just nod, and thank her. She smiles sadly at me, and then leaves.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders: My Dad.

"It's going to be alright, Eddie. I know it is. She's made it this far…she can keep going. She's a fighter, you know that."

I nod, and let a few tears drip down my face. He's right, she is a fighter. But…is she strong enough to pull through this?

God I hope so.

She has to live…for me…

And for him.

For him.