Andre walked into the hospital the next morning, holding a giant giraffe doll in his hand. Ironically, that was the one Keenan Thompson had given him when he held a "small" party at his new house. He hoped that Tori was awake by now. He didn't sleep the whole night, as he couldn't get his mind of the girl he was in love with for so long. The day she told him that she was sick, his world fell apart. He felt that life had punched him harder that anything that had happened to him in the past. He barely slept a hour a day since he found her near his house; since she told him. This whole time, the idea of her dying wouldn't leave his head. It wouldn't give him peace. He couldn't ignore it; couldn't rationally put it away as something stupid. He couldn't because it wasn't irrational. It wasn't dumb. It was something very real. It was something nobody could prevent under the worst circumstances. He knew that the others felt bad themselves, but none of them for the reasons he did. He never told anyone about the crush he had for Tori. He assumed that some people figured it out, but nobody ever called him out on that. He never tried to make a move on Tori. There had been many reasons for that. He never seemed to find the right moment. He tried to date other girls in the meantime. It didn't work out. He tried to tell himself that it would go away. That it would only ruin their friendship. But no matter what he had tried, he couldn't forget it. It didn't go away. Then he began telling himself that he would make his move when the time is right. That he had a lot of time to ask her out; to tell her how he had felt about her for so long. But now, he knew that he didn't. He didn't know when her time would be up, and it would kill him too if she passed away without finding out about his feelings.

Now he hoped that it would be better. He wanted to support her as much as possible on her road to recovery. He wanted to give her enough strength to pull through this for good. He wanted her to live a long, happy life, and he wanted her to spend that life with him. He wanted to have a big family with the girl who was in the hospital, waiting to heal from a long surgery.

Then it occurred to him. What if it wasn't over? What if the surgery didn't fix the problem, but only delayed it a bit? He had read so much about different types of cancer and the treatments, paying especially close attention to the treatment of cervical cancer. He read about the chemotherapy that would follow. The last few days, he prayed to any god that would listen. He prayed that they don't do this to her. That they throw every punch life wanted to throw at her at him instead. He didn't want her to suffer more. He knew he could take it, and he would in a heartbeat if he was given a chance.

He got out of the elevator and walked towards Tori's room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone walk out of her room. It wasn't a nurse, or a doctor. It was Tori's and Cat's ex-boyfriend, Danny.

"What's he doing here?" Andre thought to himself. He felt jealousy slowly rising in his stomach. Daniel began walking towards the elevator when he noticed Andre.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Danny said as he offered his hand for a handshake. He pulled it back after a few moments of Andre not answering the offer.

"What are you doing here?" Andre asked, his voice filled with anger.

"I… I came to see how Tori was. I heard about it and wanted to see her." He honestly said. He didn't understand why Andre was seemed so angry. The last time he saw him was at the party in Hollywood Arts where he had kissed Tori.

"Alright. Bye." Andre said as he rushed past him. Danny looked at him confused. He sighed. Maybe it was because he had disappointed Cat when he kissed Tori. He knew that Cat and Andre were close friends, but that was so long ago. Danny shrugged as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to the bottom floor.

Andre stood in front of Tori's room for a moment. He didn't know why he reacted the way he did when he saw Danny. Was it jealousy? Was it the fact that the first thing that came to his mind when he saw him was how he and Tori were once a couple? Was it the idea that Danny would try to get her back now? Or was it all of it. Andre sighed, took one deep breath and gently knocked on the door. He then opened it to see Tori lying in her bed and watching some sitcom on the TV. He calmed down once he saw he smile while looking at the TV. She turned around to see him standing by the door.

"Hey." He greeted her as he walked towards her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before giving her the stuffed animal.

"Ooh, is that for me?" She said as she slowly pulled herself up a bit so that she could sit. He helped her and positioned the pillow so that now she was sitting more comfortable. "Is that Keenan's?" She asked as she looked at the toy and then back at Andre.

"Yeah, I know you liked it when you saw it the first time. When I found it the other day, I decided that you should have it." He told her as he sat down on the chair next to her bed.

"That's so sweet. Thank you." She said before she tried to move to give him a hug, but she stopped mid way when felt a sharp pain in her midsection. Andre placed his hands on her shoulder and laid her back on the pillow.

"Slow down there, you just had surgery." He told her.

"I'm sorry." She said before stretching her hands towards him, gesturing that she wanted a hug. He smiled as he leaned in and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"How do you feel?" Andre asked her as he sat back down on his chair.

"A bit tired, but I'm okay now. I'm simply glad that the surgery went well. I can't wait to get home though, it's rather boring lying here the whole time." She explained.

"And when are they going to let you out?"

"In two weeks I can go home. But I don't know when I can go back to school or anything. I hope I won't have to fail this year, I want to stay with you guys." Tori sadly said as she hugged the stuffed giraffe. Andre felt his heart wrench as he saw her expression change to sadness.

"You won't. I'll make sure you stay up to date with what we are doing. But you getting better is the priority now, so don't do anything the doctor told you not to." Andre told her. A small, but genuine smile formed on her lips as she turned back to face him. Her smile made him feel better. He loved her smile. He always thought that it could light up a room. To see her smile, that was the only thing he wanted. He wanted her to be happy, and right now, he was glad that he made her smile, even a little bit.

"Thank you." She told him.

"What for?"

"For everything: for finding me that day and talking to me, for listening to me, for telling the others when I didn't have the strength to. I don't know what I would do without you." She honestly told him.

"I don't know what I would do without you." He thought, wanting to say those words to her, but decided against it the next moment. It was not the right time. He didn't want to take advantage of her situation, or at least he thought that it would look that way.

"Anything for you." He told her with a smile. He meant it, in every aspect you can understand the utterance.

"I'm so glad I have you guys. I couldn't believe that even Danny came to see me."

The mentioning of Danny killed the mood for Andre immediately. The jealousy he felt when he saw him before came right back, this time even more when she mentioned it.

"I saw him. What did he say?" Andre asked, his tone changing to a serious one. His expression became empty.

"He said that he found out I was in the hospital and simply wanted to see how I was. It's so nice of him. I mean, I haven't seen him since the day I sprayed cheese on him and Cat, but we never left on bad terms. I'm glad he remembered." She said before turning back to Andre. She immediately noticed the change in his expression. He was glaring into empty space, and the glare was something she had not seen on him ever before. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice filled with worry. "Did I say something?"

"Nope, everything's alright. I have to go." He said before getting up and walking towards the door.

"Wait, what did I do?" She begged, trying to get up again. Once again, a sharp pain stopped her immediately. She heard him sigh heavily.

"It's nothing. I have to go now. I'll see you later." Andre said without looking back at her. He went outside and closed the door. She sat in her bed, not understanding what just had happened. One moment, everything was great, the next one he looked as if someone had shot his dog.

"What did just happen?" She said to herself.

The moment Andre closed the door, he felt like the biggest piece of shit in this world. Why did he do this? Why did he just do this? He didn't know. He simply couldn't sit there anymore. He would have said something stupid. Walked outside of the hospital and got in his car. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm down. But there was no use. He wanted to go back. He wanted to apologize, to stay with her. But he didn't. He already did the damage.

"You stupid idiot!" he said as he punched the steering wheel with all strength. He leaned back against his seat, feeling the tears run down his face. This had to be the worst day of his life. He started his car and drove off, anywhere where he could think.