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Author's Note: Hello readers, guess what? I have to have a check up with the dentist tomorrow! :( I have such a phobia of dentists :( so miserable now, need lots of reviews to cheer me up, hahahaha. Sorry just thought I'd share that with you! Thanks to jisbon-sessed, jisbon 14, Dr Kevorkian and tigerlily 124 for reviewing :)

"Your Dad's gonna be okay Patrick, you hear me?" Teresa muttered into my ear, "and if he dares to die I will find a way to bring him back to life so I can kill him again for leaving you!" she exclaimed and I pulled away laughing.

"Hey Teresa!" called Kimball and my laughter immediately died. Teresa may have forgiven me but my other friends hadn't. Before I could voice this to her however she was leading me over to them.

"Hey guys," she said in response as we joined them.

"Err... why is Patrick here?" hissed Wayne.

"Are we friends with him again?" wondered Kimball.

"But he was acting insane!" protested Grace.

"He proved he was sorry, that's good enough for me," Teresa announced firmly, loosening her grip on my wrist slightly.

"I really am sorry," I muttered holding my breath.

"It's okay, I forgive you," Kimball said with a smile instead of his usual deadpan expression, "I acted like a jerk too. With Mick and his gang."

"I heard Mick was dead!" exclaimed Wayne suddenly and I felt my pulse race.

"You're kidding right?" Grace mumbled looking nervous.

"No, Mick is dead," I informed them and they swivelled their shocked expressions to face me.

"And you know this how...?" inquired Grace worridly.

"The same person... attacked my Dad last night. I was talking to a cop about it this morning, the same person killed Sam's family too."

"Wow, this is creepy stuff," mumbled Grace prompting Wayne to squeeze her had comfortingly.

"Yeah," agreed Kimball, "some psycho going around killing random people... creepy."

Our conversation was cut short by the bell ringing so we shuffled into class. I felt unbelievable relieved my friends had forgiven me but I was equally worried about my Dad. Then there was Red John to consider... my mind really was too tired to be dealing with all this! Stupid math equations, they kept rearranging themselves into wobbly green lines like in the heart monitor thing.

"Are you okay Patrick?" Teresa whispered to me worridly, "you keep spacing out there."

"Just tired mixed with a dash of worry. Pinch me if I fall asleep."

"Will do."

I continued to attempt my work but my mind was too clogged with thought. What was I gonna do about John? Do I turn him in? Would they even believe me? Would John kill me if I did turn him in? Or would he kill Teresa? Would he try and kill my Dad again?

I tried not to think about him as we moved into the next lesson but failed miserably. Would he try and kill my Dad at the hospital? Would Minelli arrest me? What about Hannah, should I tell Teresa about the cancer? So many questions I couldn't answer.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to my work attempting to concentrate. That was odd, I thought as the page started bleeding. It absorbed the letters until all that was left was a bloody smiley face, it started to laugh at me...

My eyes snapped open in panic and I glanced around at the classroom. I let out a relieved breath then a groan. What the hell was I gonna do?! At least it'd be recess soon.

"Patrick Jane do you realize you were supposed to be working?" my teacher asked intruding on my thoughts.

"Err... yeah."

"So do you think sitting all lesson doing nothing is appropriate?"

"Err... no."

"So why have you done nothing all lesson?"

"I don't really know," I muttered lamely.

"Well you've just lost yourself a recess, congratulations!"

I groaned as the bell sounded for recess as everyone else got up and left. My friends cast me sympathetic glances before leaving. I spent recess writing lines about doing my work but it was better than staying after school. I struggled through the next two classes, Teresa helping me with answers and keeping me awake. Then it was lunch.

I went with my friends to the cafeteria and sat at our table watching the suddenly boring lives of the schoolkids. They seemed so pathetic and trivial compared to my problems. I sighed miserably, I was exhausted yet I couldn't help `reading` the students. I realized how impossible it was to not do so, it would be like saying I am no longer going to see the color blue. Impossible.

"Aren't you gonna get any food?" asked Kimball blunt as ever, I'd missed him. And Grace. And Wayne. And especially Teresa.

"No, I don't have any lunch or money. I didn't really think of it at the hospital," I explained with a yawn.

"You spent the night at the hospital? That must've sucked," added Wayne shoving a spoonful of potato into his mouth.

"Did you sleep?" wondered Grace looking concerned and I shook my head.

"Here," said Teresa giving me one of her sausages.

"You can have my drink, I hate apple juice anyway," Kimball announced handing me the drink.

"You can have my sprouts!" Wayne exclaimed grinning as he hurridly placed them in front of me.

"You're only doing that because you don't like them," pointed out Grace scowling.

"So?"

"So... nevermind. You can have my chocolate muffin," Grace said handing it to me.

I thanked them smiling as I ate my makeshift food. It was great having friends, they were great at cheering you up. Lunch finished and I made it through the last few lessons. The last bell rang and we left the school, I waved goodbye to Kimball, Wayne and Grace before leaving with Teresa to pick up her brothers. Chris excitedly charged over to us and flung his arms around me.

"Oh yay Patrick! You're friends with Tessie again! Yippee! I missed you so much and I missed your meatloaf and your soups and your pork chops and..."

"Yes Chris we get it, you missed his cooking!" exclaimed Matt joining us as we laughed at Chris' speech.

"Are we going to have meatloaf tonight Patrick? Pretty please?" begged Chris jumping up and down. I wished I had his energy I could literally sleep where I stood.

"Sorry Chris, I have to visit my Dad at the hospital," I explained feeling nervous. Would he be alive when I got there?

"Your Dad's in hospital?" Chris muttered in surprise before his expression darkened, "I hate him, he is so evil."

"Chris!" snapped Teresa.

"What?" he moaned sulkily.

"What are we talking about?" asked James as he finally joined us.

"Patrick's Dad being in hospital," explained Chris, "isn't he evil?"

"It doesn't matter! He's still my Dad and I'm still going to see him," I announced exasperated as we headed reluctantly in the correct direction.

"What's wrong with him?" questioned James.

"Maybe god made him sick as punishment for being so cruel."

"Chris!" snapped Teresa again.

"We're here," Matt informed us...