I'm updating again! It's a long story. See, I got bored. End of story.
-^Holly^-
"No." Artemis said, his voice cold.
"Artemis-"
"She is in the hospital, sick with cancer. I am her only friend. I am not going to break her heart."
"Artemis. You have no choice. If Felicia captures her, she could torture and kill her to hurt you. Trust me Artemis, this will be better for both of you." I knew I didn't have to explain that. Artemis already knew. He ground his teeth.
"Very well. If I really must.
-^Lana^-
Artemis walked back into my room, with his normally warm blue eyes cold as ice.
"Artemis?" I asked.
"It's over, Lana." I froze.
"I don't . . . What?"
"I'm sick of pretending. The truth is, I can't stand this sickness of yours. I can't stand you. You're just . . . So annoying and immature. I can't pretend to be your friend anymore." And he walked out. And he left me alone. Bella was in chemotherapy, and she wasn't yet my friend. So I was both physically alone and alone in the sense that I had no friends. I've always had a panic disorder. So it was no surprise when I slipped into a full scale panic attack with no one there to comfort or help me.
-^Artemis^-
Artemis strode out the door, willing himself to be calm, to not shake, to not break down, to not falter as he walked out of the hospital.
"Well, that was unnecessarily harsh." Holly said.
"Perhaps. But this way Felicia will see that I do not wish Lana to be my friend, that she means nothing to me. And, perhaps, if Felicia captures me, then Lana will hate me so much that it will not hurt her. He rubbed his eyes. "I wish it did not have to be this way."