Authors Note: Thanks for your patience with this crazy long story. The wrap up is near hopefully...thanks for everyone who continues to follow this story :)

Ricky waited outside the examining room the Dr. had led Amy to. He absently flipped through the magazine which he randomly picked up in his hand. He had offered to go in with her, to offer some support. He hated the idea of her going in there alone. Heck he hated thinking about all the times she's had to come here on her own. She refused of course, and he could do nothing but oblige to her request.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with?" He had asked "I'll just stand there in the corner, I won't say I word. It'll be like I wasn't even there at all"

"Then why come in?" she absent-mindedly replied, not looking up from the book she was reading.

"I don't know Amy, I guess it's because I worry" He didn't bother trying to come up with a lame excuse. Honesty had served him well so far.

Finally she looked up "That's sweet Ricky" she sighed "I appreciate you worrying, but – I'm not yours to worry about. I can handle this". She wasn't trying to be ungrateful or hurtful. She said it with sincerity.

The car ride home was silent. Neither of them wanting to initiate conversation. However, it wasn't a weird kind of silence. It was nice. Maybe the rain had something to do with. It was raining out. The sky was overcast and the roads were sleek.

Ricky had ended up staying the night, despite further protest from Amy. Luckily Amy's living room couch was a pull out so that would have a real bed to sleep in. Amy had woken up nauseous in the middle of the night and was up at 2 in the morning throwing up. She had forgotten to take her meds during dinner time, so she ended up having to take it before bed and hadn't taken any food with it. Ricky had heard her get up had stood at the door which she didn't close out of habit.

"Hey you alright?" He had asked concerned.

"It's okay Ricky you don't need to see this, my stomach just couldn't handle the meds" She walked away from the sink ready to close the door, but Ricky had stopped her.

"Please…let me help you" He had said holding the edge of the door.

Seconds later she was back over the sink throwing up nothing but liquid, and Ricky had stood right behind her rubbing her back and holding her hair away from her neck. After, Ricky had taken her too bed and came back with a glass of warm water, before retreating back to the pull out in the living room. She had woken up before he did though, but she woke unusually early. Knowing he's had a rough week, she moved quietly around the apartment getting breakfast ready, trying not to wake him before he needed to. At 7:30 she woke John up and got him ready for bed and at ten to 8, Ricky had still not woken up.

"Daddy's here?" John said surprised when he saw his dad sleeping in the living room.

"Yes, you both were super tired last night you both just fell asleep!" Amy chuckled in hushed tones. "Maybe you should wake him up for work now though" She grinned.

John climbed or rather bounced on the couch waking Amy. "Morning buddy", he said gruffly as he pulled John's head in towards him for a kiss, then up at her "Morning" he smiled.

Her heart almost melted at the sight of the two of them in early morning in bed. "There's coffee and pancakes" She had replied.

"There's something about the rain that makes it nice to think" Amy had said out loud looking out the window.

Ricky said nothing. He quickly gave her a quick glance as she continued to stare out the window. What are you thinking about Amy?' he had wanted to ask.

Amy was thinking how nice this was. Having someone there for her when she wasn't feeling well. Ricky picking her up after work to take her to her Doctor's appointment. She never looked forward to those. Who would? It was just more test. More test that didn't get them any closer to finding out what was wrong with her. She was tired of going through what she's been going through. She just wanted it to stop. Or at least have a concrete diagnosis. At first she feared the worst, but now she didn't care what it was. She just wanted to know WHAT was wrong with her. She decided that the worst case scenario was better than not knowing anything. It was nice for Ricky to stay with her the whole time. These appointments weren't quick, stop in and get out. She assumed he would have just dropped her off and then picked her up when she was ready. But he stayed in the waiting room the whole time. He insisted on coming in with her. And at first, she thought about it. It would have been nice to go through this with someone together. To have someone to discuss this whole thing with, whatever this thing was about. She was getting tired of keeping everything to herself. She knew her parents were dying to know. They try to bring it up. But talking about it with her parents was more exhausting that dealing with it on her own. She thought back to a conversation she had with the three of them, after the whole hospital incident thing happen.

"How could they still not know anything?" Her mother had said looking frustrated "I mean if it's been happening for a year! This is ridiculous"

"Have you thought about switching Doctors? This one obviously is unable to help you" That was George

"Oh honey, we'll get to the bottom of this. I can make some calls. Hey George, you remember Debbie? She had similar symptoms, turned out she had a brain tumor and they didn't catch it until it was too late. If they had caught it sooner – not that I think that's the case here honey, but oh honestly they're obviously not trying hard enough" That was Anne

By the end of the dinner, Amy was more than annoyed. It was like they were talking ABOUT her, rather than TO her while she sat there right beside them in the same room.

But she thought about how she could share these things with Ricky. He wouldn't be pushy, she didn't think. He didn't push her about going into the room with her. He would just listen, while she talked. And all he would tell her was that everything will be okay, no matter what happens. And that would be all she needed to feel at ease. If that had been Anne at the hospital with her, she wouldn't have a choice. Anne would play the 'mom' card and would have insisted she be in there with her daughter.

She appreciated Ricky for that. For simply – just being there. But he was Ricky and she was Amy, and too much has happened between them for her to let him in so easily. She couldn't let herself get use to this. Things had always been rocky between them. Sure, he was here today, but tomorrow could be an entirely different story. Previous experience had shown her that once you think your life was heading in a sure direction, you get a curveball thrown your way – or however that saying goes. The thing with Adrian and the hockey night was simple proof of that. Fool me once, she thought.

So that's why by the time they had pulled up in front of her apartment, she decided to not give in to this growing need she had of sharing this burden with someone. She would continue to deal with this on her own. It's not like there was anything to deal with at the moment anyway. They still had no idea what was wrong with her. So until then, she would continue pushing forward as normal.

Ricky had put the car into park and taken of his seatbelt. By the time she had gathered her things from the foot of his car and had released herself from her seatbelt, he had already gone around to open the door for her.

"Here I can get those" He said reaching for her bag.

"Its fine Ricky, you don't have to come up"

"Amy, I can walk you up to your apartment. It's not a big deal"

"Really it's okay. I've already troubled you enough today as it is"

Ricky didn't budge. He just gave her a stern look and simply said "Amy"

"Okay fine" She gave in and let go of her bag to let Ricky take it, and let Ricky walk her up to her apartment.