Luke's POV:

"So, he'll be okay?" Clem asked as I clutched on to my arm tightly.

"Well, under the circumstances I must report something that has come to my attention." the black raven haired man said sighing. He had a thick spanish accent and it was no secret to everyone on campus that he was Sarah's father.

"Wh- Whadda ya mean?" I asked turning my mouth crooked.

"I'm afraid... that" he sighed again and ran a hand through his hair pushing it back lightly as he did so.

"I'm afraid I have bad news." he forced the words out of his mouth as he turned to face the window that was shining through the darkened examination room.

"Define 'bad news'." I said my mouth crooked once again

"The last time you were here, both you AND Nick got a PET scan. One after the other, correct?" he asked. Clementine nodded and swallowed hard.

"I got a PET scan?" I asked squinting over to her. She held a finger to her lips in response.

"We kinda..." Clem's eyes were wide. Did I miss somethin' that was up with Nick? That he was going through?

"I said Luke was the one to have a serious infection and he was strong enough to pull through without needing antibiotics."

"You did." Clementine said as if she were lost in the conversation.

"Here's where I'm going to have to give you the bad news," he said sighing heavily. "Nick was the one with the infection. Not Luke." I looked over to Clementine as I heard faint sobbing over my shoulder.

"Are you... okay?" I asked not knowing what they were talking about. I felt her wrap her arms around me holding me tight. I put one arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Wh- What do I have?" I asked looking back at the doctor as I rubbed Clementine's back. Doctor Carlos had a concerned look on his face.

"I'm afraid you've... got..."

Nick's POV:

I paced around in small circles in the waiting room as I watched the door open and Luke walk out his arm wrapped around Clementine.

"Holy shit, are you oka-" I cut myself off as I looked into the two tear-stained pale skinned people standing in front of me, small reflections of what they once were. Clementine's olive skin almost seemed a slight light blue color and Luke's legs seemed unable to hold underneath him.

"There was a mix up..." Clem mumbled as I saw Luke sink his head deep into Clementine's shoulder, muffled cries and sobs coming out demanding to be heard. Demanding to be felt.

"A mix up?" I asked stupidly.

"Wi- with the PET scans." Clem mumbled sinking her face into Luke's shirt. I felt my eyes widen as I looked down to Luke. His face still buried in Clem's shoulder her entire shirt sleeve was covered in tears I felt a tear threaten to escape. Shut the fuck up! I thought trying to keep my tears from falling out but failed as an ocean began flowing out. Luke was screwed...

"Everything is so FUCKED!" I shouted angrily as I punched the wall.

"He's got to deal with it. You don't." Clementine defended as if it were my fault.

"BULLSHIT! WE ALL GOTTA DEAL WITH IT!" I shouted clenching my fists.

"Shut the fuck up." she mumbled. I felt my eyes go wide.

"Know what? You can go get ass from Luke for all I care. Fuck you." I said storming out of the hospital. As I reached my truck and sat down I heard a vibrating noise. Not like one a phone makes, more like a laptop coming out of sleep mode. I grabbed Luke's laptop. I felt a bit guilty snooping around it him kind of... being in his situation and all but I couldn't help it. I woke the computer up the rest of the way to reveal a document.

"Dear UCA, I'd love to transfer. I can't bare how much better your school must be then UGA. I'v e got a couple more personal reasons for coming there but I mean... I don't know. If you could get back to me I'd be so much happier then I am now.

Signed,

Luke." I felt my eyes go wide and scrolled down his email's.

"RE:UCA" the document on top of it read. "Dear Luke, UCA is happy to announce that you will be successfully transferring in a few days. Please plan your time accordingly.

Signed,

UCA Federal Head," I slammed the lid to his laptop shut and threw his laptop over to the far seat. The date the first document was set for... it was familiar for some reason. October third... I reminded myself thinking hard. I felt my eyes go wide. Tell me he did NOT hear what happened. Tell me he was asleep. Tell me he didn't hear a thing between Clem and I... Shit. He totally fucking heard.