Super super short chapter but thats because I have a cliff-hanger! Sorry but I think this is the best place to stop it. I'll update soon. PROMISE!:D

Puck didn't understand what was going on with Willow. She was getting worst everyday. Her fever was high, and she could bearly do anything without feeling completely wasted. He tryed to keep his heart hard but he felt terrible having her like this. He was the cause, it was all his fault. She wasn't doing well at all, sleeping all the time, and barely breathing. He held her sweaty hand, and she squeezed it. "Please don't leave me, Puck." She whispered.

"I need to find something to make you feel better. I need to find a cure for you..."

"No this isn't- about my powers, it's too sudden." said Willow, she started to cough with no control.

He helped her sit up. He hated looking at her like this. She was so small, so fragil, and seemed to be getting smaller. Her face was getting pale, and her cheek hollow.

Then he relized something inside her arm where he grabbed. He stopped looking at it.

"What?" Willow asked.

"This mark? Have you always had it?" He asked.

"Oh, no."

"I think I know what's wrong, Willow. I think I know why you're so sick."

"Why, Puck?"

"You're cursed."