A/N: Ok guys here is the other way I can write the story. Simon and Deena
are the same as on the show and it's summer. Let's say it's the end of
July. Oh yeah and I know the hospital in Glen Oak probably wouldn't have a
pediatric oncology ward. Oh well it does now.

Chapter One/Alternate
Simon fanned his face with his hand. Of all the days for the air
conditioner to break it had to be today. It was at least ninety-five
degrees out. He had the house to himself for once but he wasn't really
enjoying it. Ruthie and the twins were with Annie shopping. Lucy, Matt,
Robbie and Mary all had jobs so he was alone. He walked up to his room and
turned on some music. The sound of Green Day's "Minority" filled the room.
RRRRRING
Simon turned down the music and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Simon it's Deena," she said in a shaky voice.
"Whats wrong?"
"I'm in the hospital."
"Why are you in the hospital?"
"My leukemia is back."
Simon was speechless.
"You don't have to but I was wondering if maybe you would visit me."
"Sure I'll be right there."
"Thank you."
"Bye"
"Bye"
Simon hung up the phone. He ran downstairs and out the door.
*****
Simon entered the pediatric oncology ward and walked over to the nurses
desk.
"What can I help you with?"
"Can you tell me what room Deena Stewart is in?"
"Let me see, she looked down the list then replied, five-thirty-six."
"Thanks," he said then turned around to find it.
He walked down the hall until he found the room. He opened the door and
stepped inside.
"Hello."
"Simon you came," she said and pushed a button that made her bed sit up.
He walked over to her bed.
"I said I would didn't I."
"Yeah but people don't like coming here."
"What about your friends or your boyfriend?"
"Most of my friends don't know I'm here and I broke up with Sam a few weeks
ago. My Dad comes when he isn't at work."
"Oh."
"My Mom and brother might be coming tommorow. So how have you been doing
this summer?"
"Ok, just bored."
"Same."
Deena tried to turn to face the side of her bed and she grabbed her side.
"What's wrong?"
"My hip's still a little sore from the bone marrow test they did yesterday.
I forgot how bad they hurt. I haven't forgotten chemo though I start
tommorow and I'm dreading it."
"Oh, so you have a roomate," he said and pointed to the other bed.
"Yeah, I haven't met her yet. The nurse says she's really nice though."
"That's good at least you'll have someone to talk to when visiting hours
are over."
"Yeah, I remember the first time I was here. I hated it when my parents had
to leave I was so scared. My hair fell out too and I..."
Deena's eyes filled with tears.
"You got through it though and you'll get through this time too."
"You don't know that no one does."
"Maybe not but I know one thing."
"What's that?"
"You won't get better unless you believe you will. Besides try to find a
good side, it'll help."
"Since when did you start giving such good advice."
"Since everyone around me started me needing it."
******
Ok guys you've read them both now. Which is best? Tell me and I'll write
the rest that way.
Be Back When You Tell Me-A*manda