sorry for the long wait. But here's the next chapter. please rr

As Bugs returned to the realm of consciousness, he wondered what had happened. As he opened his eyes, he was a bit surprised to see others gathered around him looking worried.

He was silent in confusion as he tried to figure out the reason behind their worried looks. "Bugs, you went into a very bad coughing fit. You coughed up blood and soon after, you stopped breathing. We only got you breathing again barely a minute ago." Walter explained to the rabbit, seeing the boy's confusion.

Bugs's eyes widened as he bolted up. He was once more unprepared for the worry and alarm in the face of his friends. He groaned as he was pushed back, pain shooting through his chest and lungs as he coughed once more. This fit lasted less than a minute, thankfully. "Do you have any idea what's wrong Bugs?" Tina asked her friend once he was quiet again.

Bugs thanked Lola as she handed him the glass of water. He looked at Tina and they were all surprised as he studied them. It was like he was debating on whether to tell them or not. Whether he trusted them enough to know. After a few quiet moments, Bugs cautiously shook his head no.

"How long has this been happening?" Frank asked. Another moment to contemplate, before the rabbit answered.

"It's been going on since i was three." He admitted, letting his eyes close as exhaustion hit him.

"How often does this happen?" Tina asked.

"Every two months." Came the relunctant, unrealizing reply as his words slurred slightly. Feeling the younger man's forehead, Walter almost cursed.

"He's burning up. We need an ice pack." He said. Porky nodded and ran to get one from the freezer. "What did your parents do to help you through this?" Walter asked, hoping for some help to do something more.

Bugs surprised them by giving a humorless laugh. "My parents left me alone in a forest when I first got sick, and never returned for me." Bugs replied, and they were in shock and outraged. But mostly worried, since they knew Bugs would never give away this information if he wasn't sick with fever.

"Who took care of you, then?" Lola asked as Porky handed her the ice pack. The pig had been back in time to hear Bugs's reply. Bugs gave a soft whimper at the sudden cold as Walter placed the ice pack on his forehead.

"I did. Since i was three." Bugs replied, words more slurred than before. He shook his head as he tried to clear the fog it was in. "Please. Stop asking questions." He requested, voice cracking as he fought to keep the truth hidden. His friends were reluctant to continue, but they needed to find out more about what was affecting Bugs to help the doctors, because it was clear that Bugs wasn't going to be able too.

"Bugs, what else happens when you get sick?" Walter asked gently, steeling his resolve at Bugs's helpless, fevered gaze.

"Depends on what sets it off." He said, fighting himself.

"What does that mean?" Frank asked.

"Usually it's set of by one of three things. Anxiety. Stress. Or depression. Each thing has a different side affect." Came Bugs's pained reply.

"Wh-what are the s-side a-af-affects?" Porky asked softly.

"If it's anxiety, I have...night terrors. If it's stress, it- it leads to insomnia. If- if it's depression I...I..." Bugs halted, trying hard not to continue.

"You what, Bugs?" Daffy's surprisingly soft, yet gruff voice asked. But there was an underlying tone of steel. No one in that room had heard the duck speak like that before.

"If it's depression, i have to keep the sharp things away and stay off the roof of high buildings." He said, choking on his sentence when a cough erupted from him, more blood staining his normally white gloves.

That was when they heard the relieving sound of sirens. "The ambulance is here. Good." Walter said. None of them missed the way Bugs's green eyes widened in fear and shock. He tried to sit up. To get away. But his strength had already left him.

Bugs started to panic. 'He didn't like this! He had taken care of himself, there was no need for a hospital. He didn't want to go. He was fine dealing with what ever this was alone. He didn't need a doctor.' Bugs was hyperventilating. The last thing he saw- before he felt the prick in his arm that made him drowsy- was Daffy in his face.

"Calm down Bugsy. Deep breath. We won't let anyone hurt you." Daffy's voice told him softly. Bugs didn't know why, in his befuddled state, but that seemed to comfort him.

As their friend lost consciousness, they all had a feeling that Bugs hadn't realized that he had spoken aloud. And as they all went to follow the ambulance to the hospital, they all wondered the same thing. 'What was going to happen next?'