Fitz woke up earlier than Olivia did the next morning. He came up with an idea to make her tell him the truth but would need some help. He lightly kissed her cheek and made his way to his bedroom to get dressed.

After breakfast, Fitz went down to Cyrus's office.

"Morning, Mr. President," Cyrus said greeting him. "You're not dressed for work."

"No, Cy, we aren't working today. I need your help. Olivia has a secret and I need you to help me pry it out of her."

"Dirty little secrets always come out. Liv wouldn't have a secret."

"She's dying," Fitz stated sitting down. He watched Cyrus's face turn pale as Cyrus sat down. "She won't tell me from what. She told me last night. Although she thought she was telling the hallucination me. I had to have Tom come in and convince her that I was real. Apparently, there are multiples of me. And I can be quite an ass from what she said. She has a purse full of medication that she says she needs. I dumped one bottle in the toilet last night and she actually fished them out. They're quite strong meds too. Liv's hiding something. I need to know what it is."

"IF Olivia was dying, don't you think she'd already tell you? Maybe she isn't sick? Perhaps it's a way to get you back."

"No, she's pushing me away."

"Isn't that how you two play this game of cat and mouse? The two of you are pretty messed up about your relationship."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"Fine, I'll help you."

Olivia woke up to a cold bed knowing Fitz was down in the Oval working. She got out of bed getting dressed and went to find breakfast for herself.

"Good morning, Olivia," Fitz greeted her as she walked past the living room.

Unsure if he was a hallucination, she went over and touched his shoulder. "Hi," she greeted both men. Liv knew what Fitz was doing bringing Cyrus up to the Residence. "Well played, Fitz. I'd like to get breakfast and take my medication before we start the yelling if that's alright with you."

"Fine, be quick about it."

Olivia went to the kitchen finding cereal and taking her meds before going back to the living room.

"Cyrus, I'm sorry Fitz brought you up here for no reason. He seems to think I'm dying," Liv told him.

"You said you were dying, and then you took it back. Which to me means that you are hiding something that is important for me to know about," Fitz commented.

Cyrus looked between the two staring the other down. "Liv, if you are sick we can find you help. If you need therapy or a surgery, we will find the best people to do it. Tell us and we'll fix this."

"Cyrus, I'm not sick. I'm perfectly fine."

"Then why all the medication?"

"Those are nothing."

"Really? You threw a fit last night when I tried to flush them. They seem pretty damn important," Fitz threw.

"Livie," she heard her hallucination behind Cyrus. "Just tell me. I can help you get through this. You know I won't be mad, maybe a bit hurt but not angry with you. Tell me how to fix it and I will."

"If you are going to play hardball, Liv, you know I'll find out. I'll put every agency I can think of on the quest to find out what is going on. It may take a week but I will find out. Why don't you just make it easier on all of us and tell us," Cyrus added.

"That would be a waste of everyone's time since there is nothing there to find. No one will find anything because they won't know where to look because there is nowhere to look. Let this go, both of you," she demanded.

She stood up ready to leave the room and stood behind the chair she sat in as her hallucination spoke. "You know I'll find it. As President I can find many things. Dirty little secrets always come out, remember? You need to tell me. Say it out loud, it's already real. You are going to die. At least have the decency to tell me so I can spend time with you before your dead. I don't want to walk into a room and see your body lying there and I can't help you. Dr. Kessler isn't here, Liv."

"Whose fault is that?" Liv asked the hallucination Fitz.

Cyrus was confused and Fitz could see it on his face. "Olivia?" Cyrus tried to pull her out of it.

"You never should have left. I needed you and you left the country. Liv, you never said a word about leaving. My son just died and you vanished. I can't let you do that again. I can't let you die and not tell me," fake Fitz yelled.

"But I'm going to die. Don't you get that! There's nothing no one can do," Liv yelled back.

"You won't die if you tell me what's going on. Say it out loud and tell me what you need, tell me why you left, why you needed to go there."

"Don't make me do that."

"Livie, you're being difficult. You're only making it so much easier on my life if you were dead," her hallucination told her sternly.

"Please, please don't say that. I know it's true but I can't listen to you say that."

Cyrus and Fitz sat watching her have a conversation with the air, unsure of what to do. They couldn't do anything to help her if they didn't know what was going on.

"But it's true," fake Fitz said. "My life, my Presidency, it would be so much easier if you were gone. Let it kill you. You're determined to die anyway, just do it then. Make it easier for both of us to say goodbye. You don't care about me anyway. If you did you'd tell me what the hell is wrong with you. So let it kill you. I want you to live so much but it's not going to be easy watching you die. I need you to fight for me and live."

"This brain tumor is going to kill me!"