Elena texted Kol, Jeremy has brain cancer.

I'm so sorry, is he going to be ok? Kol texted back.

I don't know, Elena texted back. She was waiting in the hospital waiting room. Jeremy still hadn't woke up. His surgery was scheduled for the following day. Jenna walked into the waiting room.. "You might as well go home," she said. "It's no use staying here and worrying."

"I'm still going to worry even if I am at home," Elena pointed out. "Besides, I want to be here when he wakes up."

"Okay, you can go in his room now," Jenna said.

Elena sat in a chair next to Jeremy's hospital bed looking at her brother and wondering how he could be so sick and she hadn't noticed. Why hadn't Jeremy gone to the doctor? How could he be oblivious to the fact that there was a tumor in his brain?

Jeremy stirred. He opened his eyes and looked down at himself, realizing where he was. "What happened?"

"You passed out," Elena said.

"I'm fine," Jeremy said. "Can we go home now?"

"No, we can't, Jeremy," Elena said, tears threatening to fall again.

"Why?" Jeremy asked.

"You have a brain tumor," Elena said.

"Oh," Jeremy said quietly. "Am I going to die?"

"No," Elena said. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Jeremy pulled out his phone and texted someone. "Who are you texting?" Elena asked.

"Damon," Jeremy said. "He can't be mad at me if I have cancer, right?"

"No, he can't," Elena said in an attempt to comfort her brother. "Why was he mad at you anyway?"

"I don't know," Jeremy said.

Jenna came in the room and ran to hug Jeremy. "Thank God you're okay."

"I feel fine," Jeremy said, but Elena was pretty sure he was lying.

Suspension had been entirely quiet without Jeremy. Even Klaus had sat there quietly. The longer Jeremy was gone, the more Damon worried about him. Even if it was drugs, passing out and not waking up was not good. In fourth period his phone vibrated. From Jeremy: Why are you mad at me?'

Damon sighed. He didn't feel like answering that. He knew that if he talked about it, Jeremy would convince him not to be mad. That wasn't what Damon wanted. He wanted to be mad. In a way, he couldn't be mad at Stefan, so he had to be mad at Jeremy.

"Is that Jeremy?" Klaus asked. Damon nodded quietly. "Is he okay?" Klaus asked.

Damon decided to ignore Jeremy's question. What happened?

I have cancer, you can't be mad at me anymore, Jeremy returned.

Damon's heart dropped. Jeremy had to be kidding. He was a sixteen year old, he wasn't just going to find out he had cancer. That kind of thing just didn't happen. Are you serious? Damon texted.

Yeah, a brain tumor, Jeremy replied.

Damon didn't bother texting back, he just got up and drove to the hospital. When he got there he asked the front desk where Jeremy's room was.

"Are you family?" the receptionist asked.

"Yeah, I'm his brother," Damon lied and felt disgusting about it. Jeremy was anything but a brother to him. But the receptionist told him where Jeremy was.

Jeremy's room was crowded with Jenna and Elena sitting on either side of Jeremy's bed. Damon realized he had no idea what to say. So he went with, "Hi."

"Hi," Jeremy said. "Why are you mad at me?"

Elena got up out of her seat. "Jenna and I were just going for lunch, weren't we?"

"We were?" Jenna said. Then she picked up on the situation. "Yes we were." They pair of them left the room.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Damon decided out loud.

"I want to know," Jeremy said.

"Have you ever done LSD?" Damon asked. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Jeremy wasn't even into that kind of thing.

"No," Jeremy said. "I knew how long LSD lasts because I attended health class, dumbass."

"Oh," Damon said, feeling quite stupid. "But you do pot."

"Pot isn't anywhere near as dangerous as other drugs," Jeremy pointed out. "Not like your brother and the heroin."

"Yeah, I guess," Damon said. He was right, as soon as he talked to Jeremy he wasn't mad anymore. "I don't like it though."

"What if it were medical marijuana?" Jeremy asked. "I feel like brain cancer entitles you to medical marijuana."

"I'd rather you didn't," Damon said honestly.

Jeremy sighed. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"I was under the impression we were friends," Damon said.

"Ouch," Jeremy said.

"What?" Damon asked confused.

"I didn't know I was friendzoned," Jeremy said.

Klaus walked in. "Jeremy, are you alright?" he asked.

"I was fine until you got here," Jeremy said dryly.

"Get out," Damon said in an unfriendly tone.

"Kol told me what happened," Klaus said.

"I don't care, get out!" Jeremy said. Klaus reluctantly walked out of the room. "Maybe you should leave, too," Jeremy said to Damon.

"I really think we should talk," Damon said.

"I'm tired, I just want to be alone," Jeremy said.

Regretfully, Damon left.

A/N: I don't know when I'll update next. I'm having a hard time with writing lately although I will try to update in the next few days.