I'm back! Sorry it took so long, but better late than never, right? Really you should thank Godlovesus77 (on Wattpad) for getting me involved in a BMW roleplay for continuing this story. If you're into roleplay you should check it out. (I'm Shawn ;)

Anyway, here you go! Chapter 3! If you have any ideas, be sure to let me know!

God bless,

Trekkiehood

~TH~

Shawn was a master at climbing through windows. He'd even snuck out of Jon's apartment before. The hospital was a bit tricky with all the safety precautions, but in the end, he got out. Eric was too out of it to stop him.

Once he reached the ground, he came back in through the main office. He walked up to the front desk. "Um, could I get the room number for Cory Matthews."

The nurse looked down at him, "I'm sorry are you family?"

"Uh, yeah," Shawn replied, "I'm his brother." I mean it wasn't a complete lie. he was basically Cory's brother.

The nurse gave him a sceptical look before messing with the computer. "He's in room 212-"

"Thanks," he said running towards the elevator. He punched the button multiple times growing more impatient with every passing moment. Growling in frustration, he turned and ran towards the stairs.

"212, 212," he kept mumbling until he found the right room. He took a moment to calm himself before quietly opening the door. He wanted to stay as long as he could without getting kicked out.

The lights were off and there was a steady beeping of a heart monitor. He took a few steps forward before he heard a surprising voice.

"Come now Mr Matthews," came Mr Feeny's quiet voice, "if this is just an excuse to skip your history test there are much better ways. Then again, I believe you have most likely run out of dying grandparents." he chuckled softly.

Shawn rounded the corner to see Mr Feeny sitting with his back towards him, holding Cory's hand lightly between his own. But that wasn't even the most shocking. Cory looked terrible. His face was swollen and his head was wrapped in white gauze. His right leg was in a thick white cast and he was pale. Really pale. He was making a slight wheezing noise and his chest was barely rising with each breath. Shawn gasped and starting walking backwards.

Feeny turned around startled. "Mr Hunter?" the older man said rising from his seat. Shawn's eyes were wide with panic. Feeny touched his shoulder lightly causing him to flinch.

"Come with me," Feeny said more gentle than Shawn was used to. The elderly teacher lead Shawn out of the room and into a waiting area. He eased Shawn into a chair before asking one of the nurses to inform Jonathan that Shawn was with him.

Shawn didn't say a word. His breathing had become short gasps as if he was panicking. "Shawn, I need you to listen to me," Feeny said, now sitting beside him. "I need you to calm down."

The boy turned fearful eyes to his teacher, "Cory's going to die, isn't he?" It was said in almost a whisper.

Feeny turned sad eyes to the boy who had so much potential but so little going for him. His first instinct was to lie to the boy. Tell him everything was going to be okay. But, he had known Shawn Hunter long enough to know that lying to him was the easiest way to break his trust. "I don't know Mr Hunter. I honestly don't know."

~BMW~

Topanga nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. She ran through the hospital door, paying no attention to her surroundings. She was heading for the desk when she ran into someone.

"Topanga!" the women said after Topanga attempted to apologize.

"Mrs Matthews?" She said feeling a brief moment of relief. "What happened? How is he? Can I see him? Is Eric okay? How could this even happen?" She rambled on. The girl seemed surprisingly put together for the hour. She was wearing a long blue jean skirt and a flannel shirt. Her hair was braided in a single long braid. She didn't even appear to be upset. The only thing that betrayed her was the speed of which she was speaking.

"I don't know much more than you do," Amy said, much less put together. Her hair was stringy and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "I just got here myself."

"Amy!" Jon said coming from the direction of the rooms. "Have you seen Shawn?"

"No, I-"

"Mr Turner?" The nurse who was previously behind the desk said, "The ICU floor has called down to say that a George Feeny has found Shawn."

Jon looked both relieved and worried.

"Wait, ICU?" Topanga cut in.

"Jonathan?" Amy asked eyes widening.

Jon turned to them both, "Eric and Allan are in room 107, they can explain." He started to leave, "Oh, and tell them I found Shawn!" He called as he headed for the elevator.