A/N: Hey, guys. I know I just posted the epilogue, but I decided there's really no reason to wait to post the deleted scenes. My plan is to post one every few days; however, with school, I can never tell, and I don't want to post them without at least editing them first. Anyways, some of the scenes I will be posting will be scenes that did not make the final posted version, were significantly changed, or are in a different POV. Because of this, some of the scenes may not seem complete, or may not fit into the complete story at all. Of course, before each deleted scene, I will give a brief description of why I cut it etc…

I'm posting this scene, because it's actually the first scene I wrote to Times Infinity—I think I wrote this maybe a week after I first saw the movie. As you'll notice, I didn't even know what POV I was going to it write in (if I'm being honest, I didn't think it was even going to become a story). This scene is in Henry's POV and fits into the story timeline during chapter three, "Goodbye, My Love" and it's where Keith faints, during the night. Natalie was not there and you remember she only finds out about it because Henry calls her, once Keith's back from the hospital. Hopefully, that explains this a bit. Anyways, enjoy!

Deleted Scene #1

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Henry awoke suddenly, heart hammering. He lied awake, eyes darting around his room, wondering what had just woke him up. He couldn't remember having a dream or nightmare. Then he heard it: movement from the kitchen. The first thought that ran through his mind was- Keith. Jumping out of his bed faster than he thought his old body could handle, he raced out of his bedroom, not bothering to put on a robe despite the cold summer's breeze that was drifting through his window. He was too worried—too frightened.

He made it to the small kitchen in record time. Squinting his eyes in the darkness, he spotted his son sitting on the floor and leaning up against the kitchen cabinets.

"Keith?" he said, his throat dry and laced with sleep. "What are you doing up?" he asked. Surely, something was wrong. He wouldn't be sitting on the kitchen floor, leaning up against the counters in the kitchen, for no reason.

He heard a sigh in the darkness before Keith's voice, shaky and dry, replied, "Ah, you know, I generally like to sit on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night. It's relaxing and therapeutic."

Henry shook his head, annoyed. It was obvious that something was wrong, and Keith being Keith had to be sarcastic about the situation. Not replying to Keith's remark, he walked over to the adjacent wall and flicked on the light, allowing him to see his son.

The first thing that he noticed was that Keith was pale and not his normal pale—a very sickly pale. Even a few feet away, he could tell that not only was he pale, but he was shaking, violently, by the looks of things. His skin shined with a thin layer of sweat, and once in a while he would take in a deep, harsh breath, like he wasn't getting enough air. "What happened?" he asked, his voice serious.

At the tone in Henry's voice, Keith bit his lip, before weakly admitting, "I don't know what's wrong. I woke up and came to get a glass of water, but I'm shaking so bad that I dropped it. 'M sorry." Henry took his eyes off of his son for the first time, noticing a broken cup, and a puddle of water lying next to him—that must have been the noise that had woke him up. Keith continued, "Then-then, I got real dizzy and had to sit down. I don't know what's wrong. I just don't feel well at all…"

Henry knelled down next to Keith. His own hands had begun to shake as well—not from sickness, but from fear. He was not ready for this; he wasn't going to just watch his son die—he could not do this. He was supposed to die before him, he wasn't supposed to watch his son die in front of his eyes and not be able to do a damn thing about it. It wasn't right.

"We just need to get you into bed. I'll call the doctor tomorrow." He was trying to be as optimistic as possible. But, truthfully, he wasn't willing to admit that the shaking and dizziness was not a good thing. He would never come to terms with what was happening to his son, never.

Being so near to Keith, he could now feel him shaking; if it was anymore violent he would have sworn he was having tremors. Henry moved Keith's sweaty bangs away, placing the back of his hand to his son's clammy forehead, he sighed loudly when he felt heat. "You have a fever."

"I'm fine. I'm sick of doctors. I just need some sleep or something… It's nothing." This was definitely, not nothing.

"Here, let me help you up," whispered Henry, gently grabbing onto Keith's arm and pulling him up into a standing position. Keith leaned his full weight against the sink, not being able to stay upright by himself. "Do you think you can lean up against me, so we can get you to your bed?"

Keith took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm-I'm really dizzy. I think I need to sit down." Keith swallowed thickly.

"Let's just get you to bed," he said tenderly.

Henry gently grabbed Keith's arm to pull him forward, but as soon as he did, Keith breathed, "Dad." The way Keith said it made Henry's heart stop beating. Keith's voice--it was so full of fear and terror, Henry just didn't know what to do. Keith glanced into his eyes. That was when he noticed Keith's eye were moving erratically, as if he was trying to focus them on something, and couldn't. Suddenly, Keith grabbed onto his other forearm, trying to steady himself so he wouldn't fall over. "Dad, I really don't feel too—"

Keith's eyes began moving more erratically, and then suddenly, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fainted, his body falling limply against Henry's chest.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!