"Wow, Bunny, you've gotta teach me how to do that!" Jack exclaimed, examining the eggs Bunny had painted that night.

"I would mate, but it requires more patience an self control than you'll ever have replied Bunny grinning tiredly. It was early in the morning, and Jack had just woken up.

" These ain't my best uns though, me arms an hand are too stiff to let me paint them really well,"

"What do you want for breakfast?" asked Jack, standing up, partly too change the subject and partly so as not too let Bunny know just how impressed he was. Even he was ill, Jack didn't want Bunny to have too big of an ego.

"I don't mind, whatever's on offer"

Once Jack had left the room Bunny aloud himself to wince in pain and rub his sore leg. He hadn't mentioned it, but another part of the reason he hadn't been able to do his best was because his leg was distracting him constantly.

Still, he beleived that it would get better eventually (it was the only way he could bear it without feeling uncontrollably sad).

He also noticed that the pain was spreading. He had decided not to mention it though, it wasn't too bad and he was sure that it was just a side affechis

Half an hour later North came into his room with a good of cereal, grumbling.

"Why are you grumbling North? " said Bunny cheerfully, knowing that North often overreacted to small funny things, even if he stayed calm in despareat situations.

"Zat Jack, 'e tried to make breakfast! Chestno govorya, kukhanya-"

"-language!" broke in Bunny.

"E is still cleaning ze kitchen, I zink e thought e could paint boiled eggs, but ze put dem in ze microwave, and den Boom!" North handed Bunny his bole of cereal, and was concerned to see Bunny wince whenever he bent his arms.

"It's not that bad, just an after effect of the cold," Bunny reassured him.

"Bunny, wat color are your armz?"

"Blue mate, every 'un knows that!" Bunny looked and was horrified to see that the back of his forearms were dark grey, almost black.

" What the? I didn't even use black paint!"

North quickly called the other guardians.

"What's wro-" Jack (who was covered in egg and paint) didn't even finish his question before he noticed the color on Bunny's foreams.

"It's not that important, can't a rabbit eat his breakfast in peace? " Bunny asked annoyed. The others nodded and left (exept Tooth). Jack had wanted to stay too, but North wanted him too clean up the mess he'd made in the kitchen.

"Bunny..." Tooth started, but Bunny interrupted,

" Just let me finish my breakfast, please?"

"Fine," the tooth fairy waited till Bunny had finished. "The thing is, that's the same colour as your leg..."

Her tone of voice got his attention. It sounded close to breaking, as she wanted to cry.

" You, you know that before I became a guardian, I was a dentist? Well before that I trained to be a nurse, and well, I, I, I heard about the sort of poison that the horse must have had on, on it's shoe, at least what I th-think it had on it's shoe," she paused to take some big gulpes of air.

"So do you know the antidote?" asked Bunny, hopefully.

"Bunny," she started again, " You know when I mentioned the hospital, well I also said that because they would have the antidote, " some tears fell from her eyes and she sat down on the floor in a bundle, "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"So I won't get to hop, " Bunny said crestfallen, but trying to be strong for Tooth's sake.

"W-worse, " she whispered, "w-whithout the antidote you'll, you'll " her voice went quieter, " you'll die,"

Bunny was shocked. He hadn't realised that it was that bad.

All his hope, all his happiness that he had regained disappeared spontaneously.

He was going to die.

He was no longer immortal.

Just then he heared a muffled sobbing outside the door.

" You oughtn't listen in on other people's conversations, " he said. Jack appeared, and ran over to Bunny, and caught him by surprise by giving him a hug.

"I can't lose you," he sobbed. Bunny was too heartbroken to reply.