sigh I think that week off did recharge my batteries to tell you the truth. (Did you know that it is hard to type a heartfelt story when the radio is blasting "I like big butts and I cannot lie"? Well it is). Anyway, I hope this is still just as good if not better than chapter 1!

I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney studios not me.

Chapter 25: Don't Leave

Morgan sat on her bed with her pillow in her lap. She wiped her red, puffy eyes again. She looked over at all of her princess dolls and hated them, they reminded her of Giselle. Especially Ariel in her pink dress, because she had red hair.

"Morgan, you really ought to come out and eat something, it's already 2:00," the babysitters voice came from outside the door.

"I'm not hungry," Morgan said stubbornly.

"Sweetie, you haven't eaten anything all day," the babysitter said, sticking her head in the door.

"I'm not hungry," Morgan said again.

The babysitter, who was a 14 year old girl who lived in an apartment down the hall, came into the room and sat on the edge of Morgan's bed. "What's wrong?"

Morgan gave her a hard stare and narrowed her eyes, "Why should I talk to you about it?"

"Because it's me, Beth, come one Morgs. You used to tell me everything," Bethany tried to convince the little girl to just talk to her about it.

"Before Giselle came," Morgan said sourly.

"Is that what's bothering you? You want your mom to be okay?" Bethany asked, trying to find a point where Morgan would take her guard down.

"She's not my mom," Morgan said quietly looking at the floor.

"Oh, well I'm sorry for intruding," Bethany said as she got to her feet and started for the door.

"Yet," Morgan added and paused for awhile as Bethany stopped, "She's not my mother yet."

Bethany pivoted around and looked at Morgan, "Because they're getting married in about 3 weeks."

Morgan just stared at her for awhile, "Yeah."

"But you're scared," Bethany said coming back and sitting on the bed again, "That they won't."

Morgan swallowed but didn't say anything. She fiddled with the corner of the pillowcase.

"Because Giselle is sick," Bethany added hesitantly and reached for Morgan's hand.

Morgan jerked back, "She's always sick! I see her! Daddy doesn't notice it! Giselle doesn't even notice it! But I do! I'm little but I'm not stupid!" Morgan was out of breath and panting by the time she stopped yelling.

"She'll be okay," Bethany said trying to comfort Morgan.

"That's what they always say," Morgan said harshly.

"Maybe they're telling you the truth," Bethany said standing up and going over to the door.

"Or maybe they just haven't been able to convince themselves that she might not, yet," Morgan said.

Bethany paused with her hand on the doorknob, then pushed the door open and closed it quietly behind her. Morgan was very young, but she was right, she wasn't stupid.

"101.9, good it's lowering!" Dr. Hund said as she shot the used cover into the trashcan.

Giselle gave a week smile, she didn't feel better that was for sure. She had been sitting up in bed for awhile now, she hadn't been able to fall asleep again. But Robert had been sitting on her left side the whole time holding her hand.

"We've decided we're not going to do the biopsy, we're sure it's not going to be cancer. But we can't find anything, we're just going to have to wait it off and see if gets any better. If it gets worse I want you to come in again," Dr. Hund explained.

Giselle nodded and her fingers absent-mindedly traced over her ribs.

"I've got your prescription for you and I'm going to send you home," Dr. Hund said smiling.

Giselle gave Robert a worried look before looking back at Dr. Hund. She wasn't so sure about this.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to keep food down this time, I promise. Just do chicken broth first this time," Dr. Hund said.

"Alright, I will," Robert said laughing a little.

"So you can go! Just be careful, and get your rest," Dr. Hund said before leaving the room.

"Robert, please tell me that I'll be okay," Giselle said with her eyes closed tight, "Just say it."

"You are going to be fine, because I'm going to take you home and you are going to lay down in bed and eat your chicken broth. Then if you want to do something, you can. But I will be right by your side the whole time," Robert said squeezing her hand, and even though she couldn't see him he was smiling.

Giselle sighed and opened her eyes, "You're sure I'll be okay?"

"I'm positive," he smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said as he kissed her cheek and helped her out of the bed. He helped her get her clothes back on before they left.

"Walk or cab?" he asked as they walked through the hall.

"We can walk I guess, it's only a block or two. I don't mind, so long as I don't throw up on the sidewalk," she said.

Robert laughed, "I don't think we'll have to worry about that."

"I'm serious!" Giselle laughed, "That would be embarrassing."

"Oh, you're back," Bethany said jumping up from a chair in front of the table, "She hasn't come out once, she won't eat anything. I've been trying to get her to eat all day, but she won't."

"It's okay Bethany, she's just…," Robert said trailing off as he looked down the hall toward Morgan's room where Giselle was headed.

"Scared," Bethany finished for him.

"Yeah, did you talk to her?" he asked.

"Well, a little, she wouldn't talk much," Bethany said walking over to Robert.

He handed her two twenties, "Thanks for coming over on late notice Beth. And for staying all day."

"Not all day, it's only 3:30," Bethany said.

"I know, but I'm sure there are a lot of other things a 14 year old girl could spend her Sunday doing," Robert said.

Bethany headed for the apartment door, "Ha, you'd be surprised, I'm pretty much in need of a life of my own."

Giselle walked into Morgan's room to find her still on her bed. Morgan looked up at her and then back at the pillow. Giselle went over to sit by Morgan on the bed, "Well, they say I'll get better really soon."

"Doctors aren't always right," Morgan said stubbornly.

"Sweetie, I'll be fine, my fever already went down a bit," Giselle said tucking a piece of Morgan's hair behind her ear.

Morgan looked at Giselle for awhile and started crying. Giselle pulled her into her lap and held her against her shoulder. "Shhh, it'll be okay," Giselle comforted her.

"Please don't die Giselle, I love you," Morgan cried.

"Oh Sweetie, I'm not going to die, no. That's not going to happen, I'll be better before you know it," Giselle said.

Robert stood in the doorway smiling and watching this. Giselle was the best thing for Morgan, he didn't know what would if she really were to die. He shuddered at the thought, he knew that wouldn't happen.

"You better have something to eat," Giselle said, "You get to have something good, I'm only allowed to have chicken broth."

Morgan looked up at Giselle and smiled a little, "Why?"

"So I don't throw it back up," Giselle laughed.

"Gross!" Morgan laughed.

"I'm sure you've been sick before," Giselle said as she lifted Morgan off her lap and set her on the floor. Robert left the doorway to go put some chicken broth on the stove and get something for Morgan.

"Yeah, but not as bad as you," Morgan said standing up.

"Well I would hope not, because this is not fun," Giselle said standing up too. She followed Morgan into the kitchen, but as they were walking through the hall that stabbing pain in her chest hit and she couldn't breathe. Her hand went up to her ribs and she leaned on the wall.

Morgan didn't notice Giselle had stopped and when she got to the kitchen Robert asked, "Where's Giselle?"

Giselle gasped and sucked in a big breath though the pain still lingered, and so did her hand on her chest. Morgan ran into the hall and saw Giselle.

"You lied," Morgan said looking up at Giselle with narrowed eyes.

"No, Sweetheart, I didn't," Giselle protested and caught her arm as she turned around to run to her room. She pushed herself from the wall with her other hand and leaned down at Morgan's level. Morgan struggled against her grasp.

"You said you would be fine, you said that the doctors said--," Morgan stopped her sentence, still trying to get free of Giselle's hold on her wrist.

Giselle grabbed Morgan's other arm and the little girl stood panting in front of her, trying not to look at her. "The doctors said they couldn't find what was wrong with my chest, they did say my fever would go away. I would never lie to you."

"Doctors don't know anything! They can't even find out what's wrong with you! There is something! I know it! I'm not stupid!" Morgan yelled, hot tears streaming down her face.

"I never said you were stupid, Morgan, I'm not a doctor, I don't know what's wrong. I love you Sweetie, I wouldn't lie to you. I really don't know what's wrong or if it is going to get better," Giselle said.

Morgan just looked back into Giselle's eyes, she didn't know what to say. She hated this. But she loved Giselle, and she didn't ever want Giselle to leave her.

Okay, so you might be wondering where the heck am I getting the condition that Giselle has with her chest hurting so bad she can't breathe. I had this, and to a certain extent, still do. They are just like I described them in the fanfic, it's a stabbing pain that makes you suck in your breath and not let it out or breath in because it makes your chest hurt worse. I got an x-ray for it and they didn't find anything. They don't happen as often to me anymore, but at least once a month now I will get it, and it reminds me of how scared I was by this when they were frequent. I thought I was going to die. So I guess you can say this situation between Morgan and Giselle is like what was going on in my head while I had these pains. The doctors never did find out what was wrong and I hated them for it. But that explains that. Not saying I won't make Giselle die in the fanfic or something…lol, for me to know and you to find out!!