A/N: Okay, I have people on my Facebook page telling me to update this. Wow, that's amazing! I love you guys for reading! You're all great for reviewing and I love how you're all enjoying this story so much! I'm glad I wrote it! So here's another chapter for you, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 in any way at all. Man of Action does.

February 6, 2011
9:11 A.M.

Day Thirteen

No, I'm not paranoid. No, I'm not freaking out. No, nothing is freaking wrong with me.

Well, it's day thirteen and I'm a sorceress, you know, never believed in magic completely before, but then it turned out that I'm sort of made of magic (technically mana, but you get the point) and that aliens exist and maybe I'm a little bit superstitious…

Bite me.

More than ever, I plan on clinging to Kevin today. Right now, he's curled up on the couch beside me. Honestly, he looks more peaceful than he's been in a long time. This morning, when he woke up, he was really pale and tired despite having just woken up.

Honestly, I'm worried about him. I'm scared that I won't be able to save him. I'm afraid that I won't be able to take good enough care of him. I don't want to fail him because he's got so much to live for.

It's almost funny (in a completely sadistic way) that once he's got this perfect life with me and Ben and his Plumbers badge and his mom and his car and his human body back, he's going right into something that'll take that perfect life away from him. I'm really broken inside over this. He's an amazing guy, and this is the second chance he's deserved for a long time. We gave him a ton of chances to redeem himself; Kevin took each and every one, trying to make himself better. He was amazing, really, he was. He deserved every single chance we gave him. I loved him so much that I wanted to give him a hundred more chances even if he screwed all of those up. I was ready to keep giving him chances after all that he went through.

He recovered from his mutation a couple of weeks ago. He was doing really good after that, never really showing that anything was wrong. I wasn't sure if maybe before that he was doing bad… I mean, that would kind of explain the risk he had taken by absorbing the Ultimatrix.

Seriously, Kevin is so cute right now. He's got one arm crooked under his head and the other is tucked tightly to his chest. His dark hair is fluttering a little bit every time he exhales…

But if he knew about his cancer before the problem with Aggregor, that would explain why he would take the risk of ruining himself. Maybe he figured that if he lost control, he would only be alive for so long to destroy things. If he really lost his sanity, he wouldn't be alive long enough to ruin everything in the world.

Now I'm curious to see if he knew…

Have I mentioned how cute he looks right now? Like, seriously, he's adorable. He's curled up so tight, he's breathing just fine (that's everyone's main concern at this moment), and there isn't any pain written on his face like there usually is when he sleeps. He's so freaking peaceful…

It makes me want to cry to know that I'm going to lose him in… six days… I've got less than a week with my boyfriend. Less than a week.

Anyways, I'm still not finding any spells that I could use to fix him. I'm still working to find a mix of spells, but I don't know if those would work either. I think the thing we're having to work around is the fact that his powers have such a big impact on this problem. Like, that's the only reason he's so sick. Maybe if he were completely human he wouldn't be sick for a few more years at least…

Ben's working to piss off Azmuth. He's trying to find a way to get Azmuth to come, but maybe he's busy with something else. I mean, he is one of the smartest beings of the universe. Actually, he may be the smartest being in the universe. Which would be a bit scary.

Kevin still looks cute. Just thought I'd mention that.

I'm ready to take a nap, really. I'm exhausted and ready to crash for a few hours. That, and Kevin's stirring a little bit. Maybe if I take my chance now, I'll get to cuddle up in his arms… Write more later.

February 6, 2011
2:03 P.M.

Day Thirteen

Still day thirteen. I'm still panicking. A lot. I'm panicking. A lot. Like, the days of ten and eleven were good because those are our lucky numbers around here, but I'm a magical sorceress (according to the people who don't understand the whole Anodite thing at least) and magic and superstition go hand in hand. Superstition includes black cats, spilling salt, walking under ladders, and the number thirteen.

So me being magic and this whole alien thing is kind of leaving me a little paranoid. That, and Kevin woke up screaming earlier.

Now keep in mind that I was curled up in his arms and that he was still out cold. Then he suddenly screams, I fall off the couch, and Ben's coming out of Kevin's bedroom where he was searching the Extranet for some way of contacting Azmuth other than pissing him off like an email address or a phone number or something.

While I'm on the floor and trying to figure out why I'm down there, Kevin is freaking out and grabbing at his throat and it's the scariest thing I have ever seen. You can just tell by the fear on his face and the fact that he's so pale that he can't breathe. I've seen a lot of horrifying things, but that made my heart turn to ice in less than a second.

Ben has to hit him kind of hard a few times. I wince. I hate seeing him hurt. And then Kevin eventually starts coughing, and the color returns to his face.

I swear, that was the scariest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

It takes a couple seconds for Kevin to start breathing right again, but he's fine now. I'm working on my laptop (well, duh, I'm writing this) while the guys watch Sumo Slammers. I can tell Ben's brain (or at least what's left of it) is turning to mush and that Kevin is bored senseless, but he won't say anything.

Really, we're all just running the homestretch of the race. We're losing hope. How much time does he really have left? How many more times will he wake up when he can't breathe? Then there's the inevitable question of how many more times will he wake up?

I hate asking myself that one. It's day thirteen. I just want to get it over with. I'm dying on the inside. I hate this. I hate this. I want to fix Kevin. I want to stop cancer. I want to make him better. I want to be able to love him and know I can have him every day for the rest of my life. I like to know that Kevin will always be there. I want to be able to keep him close to me.

How many more times will I be able to be in his arms?

I think I'll go through my spell books again later. We're really running low on time and what happened earlier was just proving that we're running out of time. The clock is running low on us. We've only got so much time left before he won't be here anymore…

Yeah, I'm freaking out. I don't want to lose Kevin.

February 6, 2011
11:29 P.M.

Day Thirteen

We've survived the day. Kevin's asleep, not coughing too badly, not choking on anything. He's doing alright. I'm staying awake until two in the morning just for safety purposes. I don't want to sleep when it's dangerous for Kevin. No, I'm not freaking out over the thirteen thing. Not at all.

Staying up until two in the morning, reading spell books. I'll be good. I just want to keep an eye on Kevin, that's all. I'm in that chair at his desk and he's out cold on his bed. He's pale again, but he looks like he's doing alright. He's not coughing and that's the only thing that we're really worrying about. As long as he's breathing alright… As long as he can breathe… That's all we want… We just want him to breathe…

A/N: There's another chapter. Hope you like it! Review please!

~Sky