Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: Hour six of my flight back to the states.

Dedication: To MissNata13, LittleRedOne, and applepips. Thanks for the lovely notes while I was gone.

Kevin sat stunned as Mrs. Misa turned to leave. Macy without sport? But that was who she was. She flitted around school in her uniforms looking so adorable that he didn't even mind when she inevitably wounded him with whatever paraphernalia she was carrying. And now he might never get to see her in a Horace Mantis softball jersey with her hair pulled back in a ponytail swinging from side to side as she walked. She wouldn't ever tackle him while wearing full football gear; he could still picture her with black smudges under her eyes, biting her lip while she apologized as if he minded being knocked to the ground by her.

Macy without sports.

What would she do?

As he tried to imagine her doing something other than athletics, he was struck by a thought.

What would he do if he couldn't play guitar anymore?

He figured he would still want to do something related to music. Or animals. Or even better, something with musical animals. He leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic hospital chair and tried to think of something he could do involving both. As much as he loved the idea of an otter playing trumpet, that seemed impractical. He wasn't sure how trainable otters were. Seals might be able to play the horns (he thought he might have seen a picture of that somewhere), but they would be difficult to locate and take care of. The bathtub in the firehouse certainly wasn't large enough to hold a seal.

And then it hit him – a monkey. He could get a monkey and be an organ grinder. It was perfect.

Maybe he could get an organ device that played really cool songs, and then he and the monkey could travel around entertaining people. They could have really cool outfits and…

"Hey, Stella?" Kevin asked suddenly. "Could you design outfits for a monkey?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he remembered that it was usually better to provide some context before blurting out the conclusions of his internal musings. Sometimes he forgot that the people around him hadn't been following his train of thought.

"You just found out Macy can't play sports anymore and you're thinking about monkeys?" Nick asked incredulously, a look bordering on disgust on his face.

Realizing how that must sound, Kevin's eyes went wide and he hurriedly explained, "I was thinking about what it would be like if I couldn't play guitar. What I would do."

Nick's expression softened as he asked wryly, "And you went with primate fashion mogul?"

Shaking his head, Kevin replied, "Organ grinder."

Everyone in the room smiled at this, including the old man still sitting in the corner listening to the conversation with some measure of confusion. Looking over at Stella, Kevin asked again, "So do you think you could design something for me and my monkey?"

"Definitely. You two would be the best dressed organ grinder team in the world. I see matching stripped pants and white shirts. And the monkey would wear a green vest and blue beret for that traditional retro look. But I think you should stick with basic black accessories," Stella replied.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want anyone to mistake Kevin for the monkey," Joe added, receiving disapproving glares from the girl leaning against him and his younger brother. "What?" He said defensively. "Like you two weren't thinking the same thing."

The comment didn't bother Kevin because he knew his younger brother was joking. He was much too tall to be mistaken for a monkey. Plus, he didn't have fur.

Ignoring Joe, Nick asked, "What if you couldn't play music at all? What would you do then?"

"Well, I guess the monkey would have to crank the organ, and I would collect the money." Kevin thought about it for a moment before adding, "It might be better that way. I bet we'd make more money if the monkey played the music. Any person could turn the crank on the box, but a monkey doing it would cool."

"Sounds like an excellent plan," Nick said. "But let's hope you never have to put it into action."

Kevin nodded solemnly. He loved playing guitar and performing. He hated to even think of quitting, even if he did have the awesome monkey backup plan. He couldn't imagine how Macy must be feeling right now.

"Would you like to go see Macy?"

The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, startling Kevin. He looked up to see Mrs. Misa standing nearby. He stood up quickly, eager to see his injured friend.

"She's down the hall in room 307. The nurse said it would be okay for you all to go in for a short visit. I have to make a few phone calls, so maybe you could all go sit with her while I'm gone."

"Of course, Mrs. Misa," Stella said. "You make your phone calls."

Macy's mom gave her a small smile before turning and heading for the elevators. Kevin felt butterflies in his stomach as he thought about seeing the petite brunette. He always looked forward to seeing Macy, but this time he was worried about what to say. As he tried to come up with an appropriate greeting, Stella's phone rang.

"It's my mom," she said. "I told her I'd let her know how Macy was."

The blond was obviously torn between talking to her mom and going to see Macy. Kevin thought she seemed relieved when someone made the decision for her.

"Answer the phone," Joe said. "It'll just take a second. Nick and Kevin can go sit with Macy until you're done. She knows how your mom gets; she'll understand."

Kevin noticed that Joe didn't include himself in the trip to Macy's room. His brother obviously planned on sticking close to Stella. He may not be the brightest light in the sky, but Kevin had known for awhile how his brother felt about their stylist. And now with the way he was hovering protectively around her (almost like she was the one who had been hurt), Kevin was pretty sure even the old guy in the waiting room could tell. The big question was how did Stella not see it?

As Stella answered her phone, Kevin followed Nick down the hallway in search of Macy's room. When they found it, they knocked quietly and opened the door without waiting for a response.

Kevin bit his lip to keep from gasping.

Macy looked so frail and small in the white hospital bed. She was extremely pale, and he could see a large, purple bruise forming on her right arm. She was hooked up to some machine and had an IV in her hand. But it was her eyes that made him want to cry. She had given them a small smile when they entered the room, but it hadn't reached her eyes. Someone had turned out the light in Macy Misa's eyes, and that physically hurt him.

He wanted to see her real smile and see her eyes glow happily.

"Hi Macy," he heard Nick say.

"Hi," she whispered back, looking at Kevin to see if he was going to talk to her.

"Hi Macy," he finally said. "I brought you something."

It was at that moment that he realized he had left the big pink bear in the waiting room. He glanced at his younger brother in horror. "I left it back in the chair!"

"It's okay, Kev. Just go back and get it. I'll wait here with Macy."

"You sure?"

"Go on."

Nodding, Kevin looked back at Macy. "I'll be right back. I forgot your present. But I'll be right back, okay?"

"I'll be here waiting," Macy said with a smile just a little more like her usual one.

Kevin hoped that maybe the pink bear would make her smile a little bit bigger. But if that didn't do it, he would find some other way to make her smile.

Because he thought Macy deserved to smile, and he really wanted to be the person to make it happen.