*JOE POV*

"No, Joe I can't tell you what's wrong with her." Lie, I wanted to scream at her. She knows. The ambulance had already picked up Macy.

She had looked so broken, hurt, scared. I knew I reflected her expressions, winced every time she did; I even wanted to scream when she did. She had been through so much, and no one was saying why. The principal wouldn't, the paramedics wouldn't, and now the nurse wouldn't. It was making me go insane. They couldn't just take Macy away from me without explaining first, even if she was in pain. No, I would give her up if she was in pain, but I would demand an explanation. Just one problem; I had no claim on Macy like that. That hurts like hell, too.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Joe, just chill." Nate said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off with a little more force than I should have used, but I didn't care, he was getting in the way of me getting an explanation.

"Why not?" I repeated. This time with venom.

"It's not my place to tell you."

"Whose is it?" Ice cold. No time for games, I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. My Macy-. Macy was hurt. I wanted them more than anything right now, well, besides seeing Macy herself.

"Macy." With that, she walked away. Not looking back, or hesitating, just walked away.

"Ugh!" I yelled.

"Joe, please just calm down." It was Stella this time. How could she be so calm? Her best friend had just been lying in front of us screaming until the paramedics put her under. How could she ask me to be so calm? And I asked her just that. She looked mad when I said this. Yes, Stella had been crying with Macy, and holding her hand (while I held the other) while telling her she was going to be alright. But still, 'calm down?' how could she? How dare she?

"You are not the only one who cares for her Joe."

"Maybe not, but I'm the only one-"

"Just stop guys." Kevin looked well near tears, Macy was his best friend. We didn't really count, being his brothers and all, and Stella being my best friend.

"Yeah, not only are you making a scene, but arguing isn't going to get you anywhere." Nick, of course, being reasonable.

"Sorry Stella." I wasn't a complete idiot; I knew I had started it. I felt bad for doing it too, but, ugh! Macy was hurt and acting weird, and hadn't been answering my calls all week. Now she is in the hospital, still sleeping no doubt. I wanted to be there.

"It's ok Joe, I know it's hard." No, she had no idea how hard. I mean I'm sure she could understand to a point, but that's it.

"We should go visit her after school."

"I don't know, do you think that is appropriate?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" I didn't understand. How could it not be? I was in lo-. I really liked Macy, and she was an awesome friend, oh, and the best number one fan. Or super number one fan…whichever.

"She is in pain, and this is Macy we are talking about. She doesn't like anyone to see her pain." Dang it! He was right, but;

"I'm sure after what happened today, she won't mind. I'm sure she would love the company." I know I would love hers. I needed to see her. And her pride wasn't going to stop me.

"Yeah, Joe is right," Kevin agreed, while Stella just nodded. Tears were still streaming down her face. I gathered her in to a hug, and she cried on my shoulder. It hurt me to see her like this, she was my best friend, and her pain was my pain. "We can go right after school."

That didn't seem soon enough, but it would have to do. School would be over in a few hours.

"Come' on get to class! Move along!" Students started shuffling along when Mr. Staudt started yelling and pushing through the crowd in the hallway. I quickly ran in to the other room to get my bag, and then rushed to class. I didn't need a detention today.

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*MACY POV*

Ugh. Pain, it was every where. It was everything. The definition of pain is physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc. Illness, injury, distress, what was the difference? I had experienced all those things in the past 30 weeks. Injury during the first 3 months. Illness, of course was always involved in those months, but it never really played its part until the fourth month, and on. The last few weeks have been so stressful and so painful! I wasn't technically being 'injured' anymore, but the pain kept coming. Never leaving it seemed. That was because of the illness. Which started because of the injury, or injuries? I honestly didn't care anymore, or at least I think I didn't…I was so drugged I couldn't tell.

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*NICKS POV*

"We're here." Joe whispered. This was the longest, most tension filled, saddest, car ride we had ever experienced. That was written clear on everyone's face. Macy. Macy. Macy. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Ok, so Macy had told me about her bone cancer, which got caused from years of abuse from her parents. They broke her arm twice, in the same place, and then she got injured in volleyball season. Guess where? Her arm, same place. It did some medical stuff that I don't remember and now Macy has a disease that will possibly kill her in two years. And I was falling a part at the seams. Why did she tell me? Because I caught her with a whole bunch of pain killers after school one day, and I threatened to tell Stella if she didn't tell me what was wrong. I regretted blackmailing her after she told me, and the only reason I did was because I had a crush on her. Once I found out, I repressed the feelings. They were still there, but it was more of a brotherly love than anything else. It won't as much as it will hurt Joe. Yes, I know he is in love with her, or according to him 'just major crushing' on her. Anyway, we got out of the car, and made our way to the hospital.

"What room is Macy Misa in?" Kevin asked the lady at the counter. I knew where she was. Floor 8, Room 24b. Before the Lady could start typing on her computer, I told them I knew where she was.

"Her parents texted me." Right then I knew it was wrong to say it. I should have let the lady waste her time and look up the room number.

"Do you know something we don't Nick?" Stella was looking pretty upset. Joe was indifferent, waiting to find out more before he judged. Kevin was inching towards the elevator. Couldn't wait to see his best friend I could imagine.

Macy's parents knew I knew. Mac y had told them. Her parents invited me over one night for dinner, I told the guys I was going to the library. After that night, I kinda became the person who was supposed to watch over Macy, I didn't care though, I liked having this responsibility. That night we had exchanged emails, phone numbers, emergency numbers, and every form of communication we could think of. Macy thought we were going over the top. A fortnight later I had called her parent's emergency numbers three times each. She didn't think it so ridiculous after that. You would think Macy and I would have become best friends after that, but no. We had to lay low, keep things normal.

I couldn't believe I had failed her today, walked away when it was obvious she needed someone. Joe was there though; there wasn't much I could do without her secret getting out. I hope her parents understand.

My hesitation had made it obvious I knew something. Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?!

"Nick?" Stella was glaring, and Joe was studying my every move, as if he could figure it out by just looking at me. I shook my head.

"We should get to her room." I said. Kevin let out a breath, and walked over to press the elevator button. I stuck to him like glue. From the corner of my eye I was Joe and Stella exchange glances. They both walked quickly behind Kevin and me.

"Nick?" Stella asked again. Well, it was more of a growl. Joe was glaring now, too. I was just like the authorities at school. I knew, I just wouldn't tell. He had complained about that all last period, and asked what I thought. Trying not to be a hypocrite I just shrugged, shook my head, and looked disgusted.

"Guys, they just have my number ok?" Good enough lie, I think. I didn't want to talk about it, so when the elevator doors opened I stood in the corner. On one side of me was a wall, the other was Kevin. Joe and Stella walked in last, followed by a nurse who got off on the third floor. It felt so weird having all of us here with no Macy. It didn't fell right. So wrong. Macy. Macy. Macy. Don't leave.

Sorry it took so long, I was away. Haha, enjoy? Reviews por favor. Thanks (: With love , xxVICTORIAxx