Note: I guess you guys figured that this was coming, I made another version of this chapter, but it got erased off of my computer so I had to rewrite it, that always blows.

Chapter 3: they'll be no more sorrow, grief or pain

Woody's POV

Jordan keeps telling me to calm down, how can I? My sister collapsed on the floor of a morgue. I guess I had lulled myself into a false state of security, she had told everyone she was fine, she wasn't, the doctor had just informed us that her cancer was back. Spread into her bones, it was inoperable, she could take med's that would prolong her life.

Why her, she was seventeen, a baby, she had her entire life ahead of her. She was suppose to finish high school then college, meet someone, get married have kids, die an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not now.

Lily, Jordan, and Nigel had all come along, Peter and Bug stayed behind to man the autopsies. I stared blankly at the figure lying on the bed, tubes and IV's all twisted around inside of her, she slept so peacefully, her makeup was washed away, the only remnants of her ever been 'punkish' was the red tipped hair, that was combed behind her like a halo. She looked so weak, unstable, like a china doll.

"Take a picture Barney Fife', it'll last longer." She whispered startling me.

"Hey," I said, tears brimming my eyes, I refused to cry though. She looked outside; snow was falling, muting all noise from the bustling city. "The doctor told me that you wanted to see me?" I asked eager to keep the subject at hand away as long as possible.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you something important Wood. I've made a few decisions..." she swallowed hard, trying to mask the fear in her voice. "They were... hard, but, I've made them." She stared at the floor, "I've decided I don't want to go back to Kewaunee, I want to stay here with you... and I want to stop taking my meds, they don't do anything except prolong the inevitable, I know you might not agree, but its for the best, I promise you."

I can't even describe the feelings all mixed up inside, bitter, sadness that left a hole inside me, I allowed one tear to fall down my face, her face softened. "Dear god Woodrow don't cry... hey," she smiled bravely and touched my knee... "It'll all be over soon."

I felt to numb to speak, I stood up, before she could say anything else and walked out, Jordan was waiting in the emergency waiting room, reading an old magazine.

"Hey," she ran over to me, "is she okay?" I stumbled over my words.

"She wants to stop taking her meds, Joe, you gotta stop her, Joe please... do something?" I pleaded, my voice low, I could see her eyes turning.

"I'll be right back." She whispered "okay, I'm gonna go talk to her, I'll be back..." she ran passed me, a few seconds later I heard the buzzer to allow her into the trauma room.

Jordan's POV

I didn't know what it was about Woody that kept me with him, he was my friend, I knew he wanted to be more, but in good ole Cavanaugh tradition, I pushed him away, wanting him to be only my friend. I was scared if it ever became more, he might leave, and I would be broken.

"Sabrina?" I wandered into the dimly lighted hospital room, she was staring up at the ceiling, her eyes, still that frosty blue, yet they were sadder and braver at the same time. I envied her fearless attitude, she had months to live, yet some stubbornness shone threw the pain. Something in her, reminded me of myself in a way.

She turned to face me, I felt her eyes look me up and down. She was studying me, I could feel it. "you love him don't you?" she asked, her voice so soft I almost couldn't hear it.

I couldn't speak, I opened my mouth to say 'define love' but no words would come, so I shut it quickly. "Sure," I said hoping that would end the conversation.

"I'm not talking about the platonic, you're my best friend love. I'm talking about the forever kind of love, the love that only gets better with time." She smiled "That's good he needs it, he loves you too."

"Sabrina, Woody's scared, and I need you to tell him it'll be okay cause, he wants you to take you're medication." I said trying to avoid the love thing.

"When I was little, Woody had this job at the seven eleven across the street... god I musta been five or six, and I'd wait up all night for him to get home, and when he did, I'd run outside in my PJ's and meet him, then we'd go inside and he'd set me down on his bed, and we'd listen to his records all night until I fell asleep." She said to no one in particular. "He made me feel safe, now its my time and he doesn't want to except it, its my turn to make him feel safe. I owe it to him, I'm staying in Boston, and you all are going to put up with me... because the only thing I want to get out of this whole... life thing... is I want to be remembered, I don't want to be completely gone, you know."

I wandered back into the waiting room, Woody was sitting on one of the god awful chair that looked as if someone puked mauve all over it, it was dimly lighted. I could hear Nigel's vain efforts to comfort him.

"Don't worry mate, she's a strong little lass, she'll be okay, they're not always right on these sorts of things you know... I had a cousin Chloe, got cancer, told her she had a month to live, she lived three years after that, and cancer isn't even what killed her, it was a bad fishing accident." I laid a gentle hand on Nigel to let him know that was enough comforting, when something caught my eye.

Sabrina's guitar case, sat discarded next to her backpack in the corner of the room, slowly I looked at the various stickers that were plastered onto it. Jimmy Buffet, SUM 41, Norah Jones, The Eagles, Jackson Browne, Blink 182, Warren Zevon, Rolling Stones... everyone imaginable, all I could do was smile. It would be a long six months.

Note: I might be late on next Chapter, Sorry.