I've been going to the hospital almost every night after work, taking Aaron with me. He sees me as KC's "senior" prince and himself as her "junior" prince. We kiss her on the head every time we go. I told him that I see it as showing her that I'll protect her, and he said he wanted to do the same thing.

Aaron and I were with Katy at Topanga's. She and I were talking when her phone rang.

"It's the hospital," she said. She immediately answered. "Yes, this is she…Really?...We'll be right there."

"What did they say?" I asked her.

"They have news about KC," she told me. We hurried out of Topanga's. She called Topanga and Shawn, and I called Lucas, on our way there. All of us showed up.

The doctor told us that she was awake and that we could all go see her, one by one. We all allowed Aaron to go first. He needed to the most.

I've been going over to KC's to help her with stuff. When we go to school and work, on a date, or to her physical therapy appointments; I carry her up her apartment building stairs and take her wheelchair afterwards. She keeps apologizing for being a burden, and I assure her that she's not. Both Aaron and I help her cook, and I stay over sometimes to be emotional and mental comfort for her. If it wasn't for me and Aaron, I think she'd lose her mind.

Maya sometimes tries to help her, but she tells her to go almost every time. She feels like an even more of a burden on her.

I decided to take her on a date tonight. These times are the only ones that she'll let her mom or Maya help her, to get dressed, for obvious reasons. Aaron asked to stay over at their mom's apartment so this was a perfect night to take KC out. She wore her favorite blue dress, which took a lot of convincing from all three of us for her to do so. She's been feeling really self-conscious because of the wheelchair.

After I helped her into my car, I put her wheelchair in the trunk. I took her to our mutual favorite restaurant. Our waiter moved a seat out of the way so KC could sit at the table in her wheelchair. We ordered our food, and they brought our drinks.

"You look beautiful," I told her.

"I don't feel like it," she said.

"KC," I tried to reassure her, placing my hand on hers, "You're the most beautiful woman I'll ever meet."

She let a small smile surface.

Some girls sitting nearby started giggling.

"He think that crip's beautiful," one of the girls told the other. "Yeah, right."

KC frowned.

"I know, right?" The other said. "There's nothing beautiful about her."

"Hey!" I raised my voice at them. "Shut the hell up about my girlfriend!"

"Your girlfriend?" the first girl questioned. "What, did you lose a bet?"

I looked at KC. I saw her starting to wheel herself back. I reached over the table and grabbed her hand.

"Please, KC," I begged her. "Don't listen to them."

"That's the ugliest dress I've ever seen, too," the first girl spoke again.

KC looked down at her dress.

"Actually, this is my favorite dress," KC spoke up this time. "It matches his eyes." She looked at me. I smiled at her.

"And it looks perfect on you," I told her. "You're perfect."

"Apparently, you're blind," the second girl said to me. Now I was getting angry. "She's disabled, that's nowhere near perfect."

Tears touched the brim of KC's eyes.

"You don't know what perfect is," I told them, angrily, "obviously."

Our waiter brought our food.

"Enjoy," he told us, kindly.

"Thank you," KC said with gratitude.

The girls got up from their seats. As they passed us, I heard one of them say:

"Later, Cripple."

They left.

We ate our food and KC didn't say another word for the rest of dinner.

After we left the restaurant, I drove her home. I got out of my car, went to her side, and opened her door. I went to grab her arm to help her out and she pulled it away from me.

"KC," I said, "let me help you."

I reached for her arm again.

"Stop, I can do it myself!" She snapped at me.

Before I could stop her, she tried to stand up out of the car, and I caught her before she fell.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, worriedly.

"I want to be normal again!" She shouted, now crying. I helped her sit back in her seat. She looked at me, with tears streaming down her face. "Why are you even still with me?"

I kneeled in front of her. I took one of her hands in mine and placed my other on her cheek, wiping away some of her tears.

"Because I'm in love you," I told her, "and that will never change no matter what."

"I'm not perfect," she said.

"You are to me," I told her, "because you're perfect for me. Those girls don't know you; I do."

"I don't feel like it."

I picked her up out of my car, shut the door with my foot, and carried her up to her apartment. I set her on her couch and went and grabbed her wheelchair and carried it to her apartment. I sat on the couch and pulled her into a hug.

"I love you, KC," I told her.

"Please stay," she said. "Lay down with me…"

I nodded.

I carried her to her room and helped her into her bed, then laid next to her. I pulled her into another hug. She started sobbing and didn't stop until she fell asleep about half an hour later.

A couple of days later, Maya and I set up the equipment and we both went to the mics with both of our guitars.

KC looked at us from where she had been talking to her mom.

"This is for my beautiful girlfriend…" I said.

"And my amazing sister," Maya said.

Maya started playing her guitar and singing.

(Maya, Farkle, Both)

Made a wrong turn/ Once or twice/ Dug my way out/ Blood and fire/ Bad decisions/ That's alright/ Welcome to my silly life

I joined in with my guitar.

Mistreated/ Misplaced/ Misunderstood/ Miss "knowing it's all good"/ It didn't slow me down/

Maya looked at KC.

Mistaken/ Always second guessing/ Underestimated/ Look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please/ Don't you ever, ever feel/ Like you're less than/ Less than perfect/

I looked at KC. She looked up at me, smiling, tears forming in her eyes.

Pretty, pretty please/ If you ever, ever feel/ Like you're nothing/ You are perfect/ To me

You're so mean/ When you talk/ About yourself, you were wrong/

I didn't take my eyes of my girlfriend.

Change the voices in your head/ Make them like you instead

So complicated/ Look happy, you'll make it/ Filled with so much hatred/ Such a tired game/ It's enough/ I've done all I can think of/ Chased down all my demons/ I've seen you do the same

Oh, oh

Pretty, pretty please/ Don't you ever, ever feel/ Like you're less than/ Less than perfect/ Pretty, pretty please/ If you ever, ever feel/ Like you're nothing/ You are perfect/ To me

She'll always be.

Whole world scared so I swallowed the fear/ The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer/ So cool in line and we try, try, try/ But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time/ Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere/ They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair/ Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time/ Why do we do that, why do I do that, why do I do that?

Yeah, oh/ Oh pretty pretty please

Pretty, pretty please/ Don't you ever, ever feel/ Like you're less than/ Less than perfect/ Pretty, pretty please/ If you ever, ever feel/ Like you're nothing/ You are perfect/ To me, yeah

You're perfect/ You're perfect/ To me

Pretty, pretty please/ If you ever, ever feel/ Like you're nothing/ You are perfect/ To me

KC smiled at me and Maya. She wheeled over to us.

"Thank you," she told us.

Aaron ran over and jumped in her lap.

"Be careful, buddy," I told him.

"It's okay," KC said.

Aaron looked at his mom.

"You're perfect to me, mommy," he told her.

New tears formed in her eyes. She wrapped him in a hug.

"Thank you, sweetie," she told him. "I love you."

"Love you, too," he said, happily.

I saw the girls from the other night walk into Topanga's. They immediately saw KC and started laughing. I started walking towards them, but Riley passed me at a faster pace and approached them. I stood behind her.

"You're not welcome here," she told them.

"And who are you to tell us that?" One of the girls questioned her.

I smiled.

"I'm the owner's daughter," she informed them, audaciously. The girls looked at each other. "Now, get out."

"You're friends with that crip, aren't you?" The other girl asked. "That her kid? Cripples shouldn't get to have kids."

Riley stood up straight, and looked at them with the most furious eyes I've ever seen her have.

"She, along with her sister and I, was in a subway accident over a month ago, which resulted in her falling into a coma," she enlightened them. "She lost the mobility in her legs temporarily. And even if it was permanent, that wouldn't matter. She's a great mother and friend. Now get out of my mother's bakery. You're banned."

We watched them leave.

"How did you know that was them?" I questioned one of my best friends.

"I saw how you were looking at them and that they were laughing and looking in KC's direction," she answered me.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Like you and Maya said," she told me with a smile, "she shouldn't be made to think she's less than perfect."

KC and I went to the stage and started performing together. I could tell my and Maya's performance made her happier and more confident in herself, as well as her son telling her the same thing.