A/N: Hola! So, this chapter is going to get creative… Instead of Twolegs kidnapping cats, certain select people are going to come down with a terrible, awful, horrendous, highly contagious disease that causes them all to be put in quarantine! Ohhh, this should be fun. Review please and tell me what you think! I don't own Warriors.

P.S So sorry about the wait, by the way! Don't worry though, once I'm used to my homework load and everything, I will be back in no time!

Leah's nose felt frozen in the quickly cooling fall air. Her chestnut hair fell in ringlets, cascading out of her gray knit winter hat. The world seemed to be spinning around her, patterns out of a kaleidoscope exploding from every movement. Her head rang with the sound of invisible bells. What was going on?

The door to the nurse's office swung open at the first touch. Smoking pamphlets were tacked up along the pristine white walls, and a clear box next to the door overflowed with bandaids. Stacks of student's files lay on the desk, waiting to be sorted through. The nurse wasn't there, though. Her husband was.

"Mr. Greyson?," Leah rasped. Her throat was unnaturally dry, and her lips quivered. Heat prickled across her brow, sending sweat streaking down the side of her face. Her eyes burned at the bright lights in the perfectly sanitary room. "Where's… Where's the nurse?"

Mr. Greyson smiled at Leah from over the desk. His tie was loosened at his neck. He looked perfectly at home in his wife's office. "She's actually out right now… What can I do you for?" Leah shuddered. She had always hated that expression. It sounded like some hillbilly prostitute asking how much they would get paid. And plus, she was in a nurse's office. Wasn't it kind of obvious?

"Um. I feel… sick," she dead-panned emotionlessly. Mr. Greyson's mouth quirked downwards, confusion evident in his eyes. After all, he was no doctor, but an English teacher.

"Well… Uh… Lie down, I guess?"

Leah sighed inwardly, trudging over to the sterilized beds tiredly. Her heart raced, and she could taste the salty snot dripping from her nose. Where was Skyler? Hopefully she was having just as fun of a time as Leah. (Note the sarcasm.)

So the answer to the unspoken question is yes: Leah was still furious at her undead sister. Like, strangle-in-her-sleep furious. Like, tears-of-rage furious. What gave her the right to jet off because she got sick of responsibility? Who had taught her that she was supposed to be put on a pedestal before all others? Angry memories of Skyler winning awards and making speeches-Skyler, Skyler, Skyler-swam violently in front of Leah's eyes. When was the last time anyone had asked how Leah felt about anything that wasn't in reference to her sister's supposed death? In leaving, Skyler had thrust the role of dead-girl's-sister on Leah, and that was simply unforgivable.

A pulsating pain developed in Leah's belly, pounding against her rib cage. Meekly, she pressed her hand against her abdomen, willing the throbbing to subside. Mr. Greyson, being ever the ex-wild child, diligently ignored her-if he saw nothing go wrong, he could not be blamed. Besides, it wasn't like he could do anything. Leah didn't really mind, anyways. She loved the silent solitude of the nurse's office, the quiet rustling of papers and the clean smell of Purell-hey, how could you not? It killed 99.9% of germs. And stopped people from getting sick. Which Leah was anyways. Funny how life works like that, isn't it?

Hey, not really. Leah closed her eyes, counting her breaths as they yanked apart her insides. Her head was stabbed with pain. Next to her, kid had scrawled notes on the smooth, pure white wall.

Feel better!

Take some aspirin.

Do you have a fever?

The nurse is HOT!

I'm shitting liquid.

Leah scrunched up her nose. She could have lived a very happy life never seeing those things. It seemed impossible that all the morons around her were only her age. How had she become so… not like them? Dear God, she prayed silently. Please help me to get better and find a place very far from here where boys do not hit on girls non-stop and You are respected because You are, as always, super cool. Thanks. Love, Leah. And yes, she did tell God He was 'super cool.' She was tight with him; she could do that.

Smiling to herself, she began to daydream of places like the ones she had outlined in her prayer. All that came to mind was a life with the Amazons, fierce female warriors who made men their servants. While that was a tempting option, Leah just couldn't see herself running through the wild, decapitating animals with a ginormous axe. She could become a nun. Ah, yes, that would be nice. Just sit, and pray, and read all day. No need to worry about children, or boy problems. No reason to think about your tiny little speck of a sister who had mysteriously reappeared, other than praying that she would be saved. And convents had some good food-she'd tasted it once on a school field trip. Leah wondered how old you had to be to become a nun. She imagined herself arriving dramatically at some house filled with old ladies who baked her cookies non-stop and treated her like a queen because she knew how to work an iPhone. Yes, that sounded doable.

A/N: I didn't love it, but it was fun, and it kind of fit in with Leafpool's storyline. Review please! See you soon as possible. Or… Er… Write you. :)