Adam's POV

It's been a few weeks since Grams left. Time seems to pass in random increments. Slow drags and disorienting rushes. My life is the same dull tired routine everyday: School, hospital, school, hospital. Tick tock, tick tock. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I feel numb. I feel hopeless. Most days I stumble around school dead tired. My friends are worried. They're afraid that I'm going to go off the deep end just like Drew. I would never do that, though. I need to be strong for Drew.

Part of me can't do this anymore. Any of this. I just want Drew back at home, alive. I wish more than anything that I can go back in time and stop this because it truly is hell. It sucks beyond belief. My family is crumbling before me and I can't save it. I wish the doctors knew something! This hopeless waiting is slowly killing me. It's draining every ounce of strength my family has. Drew was our rock and now that he's gone, so are we.

Alli's POV

It's been weeks since Fitz and I first met. We were fast friends. No one else could understand exactly how I felt quite like him. We had so much in common. Not things like family or music, but with our minds. They work the same way. Fitz can tell exactly what I'm feeling before I ever have time to let the emotion cross my face. It was refreshing. Fitz doesn't judge. He didn't look down upon me like Clare sometimes did. I didn't need to be sure I was making good decisions for Clare. I could be me, the person I truly am.

I didn't have to lie with Fitz either. I could open my whole heart and be honest. It was weird. With Drew, I always had to be the sassy, cute, smart girl he thought I was. I never showed him any emotions. It wasn't love. Maybe he loved me, but how could we have loved each other if I was so guarded and insincere. Maybe it was the closest to love Drew has ever been.

Drew. Why must my mind bring him up? It's not fair. This endless waiting is killing me. I need Drew to wake up before I drown myself in guilt. It was all my fault and I couldn't handle it. Fitz was there for me a lot of the time. He said not to feel so guilty. If I don't forgive myself no one else will. Sometimes I snap at him, but I can't help it. No matter what anyone else has been through, they have probably never been in my shoes. They probably have never been in a situation like this.

Still, even with the guilt looming over my head, Fitz has taught me to be myself and to have fun. I've never met anyone in my life that looked to me with no expectations and said "Be yourself". I was in need of an angel and Fitz was the one sent.

Fiona's POV

As much as I hate to say it, Adam is not my boyfriend. I mean, technically, he is. But he isn't there emotionally. I feel like since Drew, Adam has been drained of all emotions. He is a robot. He goes to school, goes to the hospital, and then goes to sleep. We never hang out anymore. I try so hard to be understanding, but what Adam and I have is no longer love. It's a crutch.

"Holly J," I ask timidly. She mumbles something that sounds like a yes. "I'm thinking of breaking up with Adam," I confessed. Holly J sent me a shocked look.

"Really? I thought you liked him a lot," she mused.

"I do, but our relationship is dead. Ever since Drew…" I trailed off.

"I get it, Fi, but do you really think now is the best time?" she asked kindly. My temper flared.

"This relationship is a crutch. It's there in theory, but in reality, there's nothing between us. I need to end it." My fists were clenched.

"It seems like you've made your decision. Looks like now you have to talk to Adam," she said. I grimaced. "Come on, Fi."

"Fine," I replied walking over to the front door. I grabbed my keys. "I'll be back."

Once I got to Adam's house, I knocked on the door, half expecting no one to be home. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

"Hello," said a tired voice opening the door. It was Adam. He looked like the living dead.

"Hey," I replied. "Can we talk?" He nodded carefully and ushered me in. This boy in no way resembles my loving, happy boyfriend. This boy is a shell.

"What's up? He asks once we were seated on the couch.

"We need to talk," I said cringing at the cliché break up line. Adam blanched slightly. "I'm so sorry, Adam, but I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?" he asked softly.

"We need to break up. This isn't a relationship anymore, Adam, and I'm not willing to drag it along. It will be best for both of us to end this now," I explained.

"Why Fiona? I love you," he pleaded. I shook my head.

"I love you, too. But you have things to deal with right now. Things that don't concern me. When everything is… sorted out, we can try again, but right now you aren't emotionally ready to be in this relationship." Adam's heart break turned to fury as hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"Sorted out," he scoffed. "You mean, when Drew is dead." Hate burned in Adam's eyes. I was taken aback.

"No, I didn't mean that at all, Adam," I assured. "I just meant for us to wait until things are more set in stone, whatever that may be."

"Just leave Fiona. You don't understand. No one does. Only Clare!" Tears were pouring down Adam's face. I got up sadly and walked to the front door. With one last look, I walked out the front door. I might as well have walked right out of Adam's life.

Adam's POV

When Fiona left, I felt something I haven't felt in a while. Since Drew, all I have felt is dull sadness. Now, I felt a wild, angry, heartbreak that threatened to rip my heart to pieces. How could she do this to me? Leave me now when I was so broken. I don't understand why she would just get up and leave. If she loved me, she would have stayed. She wouldn't have left. The hot tears fell down my face almost violently. I couldn't stay alone like this, in my misery. I needed someone to lean on. I picked up the phone and called Eli.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hey Eli," I choked. "Can you bring me to the hospital?"

"Is everything okay with Drew?" he asked immediately.

"Yes, I just want to see him."

"Alright," Eli agreed. "I'll be right over."

Half an hour later I was the only person in Drew's room, other than Drew of course. I was sitting in the chair next to his head pouring my broken heart out. Drew was always my confidante. I told him everything. I knew if he could hear me, he would be just as understanding and helpful as he always was when I needed advice. I just wished that I could hear him. I miss him so much.