(A/N Hai guys, I've always wanted to do a chapter which when the character gets sick, and someone takes care of them and such. :3 See you at the end! I decided to also put some replies to reviews. :3)

(Mitch's POV)

I carry Hazel to her bed and lie her down. She passed out in my arms. I look at her, and she's so beautiful when she's sleeping. I turn away and grab a thermometer. I check her temperature. 102. I dampen a cloth to put on her forehead. As I put it on, her eyelids open a little.

"Mitch?" She croaked out.

"Shh…Go back to sleep, you need your rest." I say, shushing her mouth.

"Why are you here?" She asks weakly.

"You shouldn't talk, you're really sick," I reply.

"Fine," she mumbles, drifting back to sleep. I smile, and walk away to her kitchen. I looked around for some fever medicine, but couldn't find any. I decided to go back to my apartment, and grab some. I open the door and go in the hallway, opening my door. I look around, and can't find any medicine. Wow, who doesn't have medicine? Maybe one of the neighbors have some. I turn back into the hallway when I hear a familiar voice.

"Mitch?" I turn around to see the one person I dread most.

"Zoey?"

"Mitch, I just want to say, I'm really so-"

"Don't. Just, leave me alone."

"But, I changed and-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"If you just listened to m-"

"Zoey. What the hell did you think I was going to do? You cheated on me with my friend. You think I'd just take you back with open arms? No. I didn't think so. I moved on, and so should you."

"Just hear me ou-"

"Leave."

"Please just-"

"Why the fuck did you come back?"

"Because I missed you an-"

"That's a lie."

"Because I'm broke. I don't have any money to support me or my child. Alright?"

"So you think you can just come back to me, and ask me for money? I moved because of you. I changed my entire life because of you. So don't think of coming back again."

"M-Mitch," She looked on the verge of crying. "Please just-" Suddenly, a door opens, the one next to Hazel's.

"Look, can you stop making a commotion here? I'm trying to sew a scarf for my grandchild. I can hear your conversation, sounds like a drama. I know my drama. Mitch clearly doesn't like you, and wants you to leave. Now stop being annoying and just face it. He's moved on and found another girl. Now, shoo then dear."

"Excuse me, but who are you?" She asks, clearly annoyed.

"I'm Mrs. Jefferson. I know my drama. Now can you please leave? I need to take my meds." Meds. Shit. I forgot about Hazel.

"Fine. This isn't over Mitch, I'll always love you," Zoey says running off. I turn over to Mrs. Jefferson.

"Thanks," I say. "She was being a jerk."

"She was a total bitch, you can't deny it," Mrs. Jefferson says. I give her a shocking look. Wow this grandma is pretty cool. Hazel pops into my mind.

"Hey, do you have any type of fever medicine?" I ask.

"I do, what do you need it for?"

"My girlfri-" Was she my girlfriend? I didn't know. We kissed but that was it. "My friend."

"Oh, having some girl problems, are you? Come on in, I think I have some, somewhere." We walk into her apartment, as Mrs. Jefferson looks around her kitchen, I just stand awkwardly waiting.

"C'mon, have a seat," She says, pointing at the chairs. I sit down, as she moves around the kitchen. "Here it is!" She grabs out a bottle of Moltrin, and hands it to me.

"Thanks," I say. I stand up, and suddenly, Mrs. Jefferson stops me.

"I know you want to talk about this, you need to," she says. I immediately know what she's talking about. "Who's the girl?"

I pour my feelings out as she helps me. "I don't understand. We kissed twice, but I'm not sure about the relationship, as much as I want it, I don't want to get hurt again. You heard what happened."

"I have only one question. Do you love her?"

"We honestly just met."

"Then give it some time. If you do start developing feelings, then just ask her."

"But what if-?"

"Don't think of the consequences. Just do it."

"But-"

"Leaving that in your mind, you should go back to her, give her the medicine."

"Alright, thanks for having me over."

"No problem, need any more help, just knock." I walk out of the door and walk into Hazel's room. She was sweating and moving around a lot.

"Hazel," I say, moving her. "Wake up, it's just a dream." She wakes up and immediately starts crying.
"It's ok, it was all a dream." I say, trying to comfort her. She nuzzles her face into my chest. I pat her back. "It's alright, you're awake now."

(Hazel's POV)

I'm in my high school. Why am I here? I walk down the hallway, just like how it was when I was there."

"Loser," someone says, pushing me in the wall, my blonde hair flying everywhere.

"Fag," another one says, throwing me against the lockers. Not again. Please. Not again. Never again. She walks up to me. My biggest nightmare. My worst fear. Except it was real. It was all real.

"Studying late again? Aw. How cute. Your eyes must be tired. They're all red."

"Leave me alone."

"Can't make me, you little bitch. Think you're smarter than everyone by using your words? Because you're not. You'll never be, and it'll stay that way." She pushes me into the next wall. People pass like it's no big deal. It is a big deal. They're fucking idiots. They let this happen. They're part of this. They could've stopped it. They could've done something, but they don't. They think they're smart? If you were smart, you would've helped. You would've helped.

"YOU'RE ALL PART OF THIS," I scream. They look at me, and keep going. They don't know. They don't know shit. I stand back up, fighting back tears. I walk down the hallway, and out the door. The tears stop falling. I let it.

"Are you ok?" A guy says as I bump into him. I look up at him, he was…Kind. The most popular guy in school. He treated everyone fairly, and equally. But his girlfriend? Zoey. The one who does this to me. The one who did this to me.

"Thank you," I whisper. I try to smile, but I just can't. I don't look back, and keep walking.

I walk home, crying. My parents weren't home. That's because I don't have any. They left me. No good reason. They just…left. I walk in, and pretend they're here. They're here to comfort me, to say it's okay. To not just leave me, but stay. I cry even harder, and go upstairs. My brother wasn't home from college yet. He was now my legal guardian. I walk into the bathroom, and just sit. I cry, and spot something shiny. A blade. I try to resist it, like I did for the past year, but I can't. It's taken over. It's too late. It started.

I grab the blade, shivering in fear. I close my eyes as I press it down on my skin, feeling the liquid go down my skin. I carved words in. Bookworm. Ugly. Nerd. Unimportant. I keep crying, and keep carving. 'Hazel.' 'Wake up. It's just a dream.' Oh, how I wish it was. I wake up, seeing Mitch. I immediately start crying. He was the only one kind to me. Even back then. He doesn't recognize me anymore. I dyed my hair, I changed my name. Claudia, to Hazel. I got rid of my glasses. I changed everything, hoping that they'll never find me. Never again. I put my face in his chest, feeling the warmth. Thank you, Mitch. Thank you so much. I could never forget.

(A/N) I felt really sad today. I'm sorry if this scared you in anyway. Anyway, on to the replies…

Oeve: :P I should've done that, but I write the chapters before-hand. So, currently, I'm about 4 chapters ahead.

YoshiPuff626: :D I've seen you review in all the stories I like! Lol, kind-of stalkerish, don't you think? Yeah. Probably just a little bit.

Henderschmidt11: Hurhurhur. Glad that you liked it. You guys better feel happy and giddly. ;-;