A.N. Well things got a bit out of hand and it turns out I lied. This is not the last part. There are one or two or maybe three more. It's short, but I find it easier to write short chapters. Enjoy!

Sighing, Andros ran his fingers through his messy hair. He shifted restlessly. It was a day since he'd woken up and he was more than ready to get out of the infirmary. The other rangers wanted him to rest so he could recover from everything he'd been through. How was he supposed to rest when there was work to be done? He'd been worse. He was fine.

Pushing the blanket off his tracked suit wearing form and onto the floor, he sat up sliding his legs over the edge of the bed. He slipped off the bed, but as soon he placed his weight on his feet, he quickly had to lean against the bed as the room began to spin. When the world was steady again, he once more stood up straight. Perfectly fine, he repeated to himself.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Andros cringed. Looking up, he saw Cassie standing in the doorway her hands on her hips.

"I was just…"

"Right." Cassie picked the blanket off the floor and handed it to him. "Back to bed."

Andros sighed and sat back up on the bed.

"That's better."

Cassie smirked as Andros gave her a look. He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes. Cassie sat down on the stool next to him.

Opening his eyes, he turned to her. "I never got the chance to tell you how sorry I am for striking you during our basketball game the other day."

"Hey, that wasn't your fault. You didn't have any control over your actions."

Andros gave a small smile and nodded.

"So, have you talked to Zhane recently?"

"No," replied Andros turning his head away from her.

"Why not?"

Andros sat up on his elbows. "Well, he doesn't seem to be around here and you sure won't let me out."

"And that stopped you using your communicator to get in touch with him?"

Sighing again, Andros lay down and placed an arm over his eyes.

"Are you upset that he shot you?"

"No!" insisted Andros angrily looking at Cassie.

"Then why are you avoiding him?"

"He's been avoiding me."

"But you've none nothing to change that."

"Maybe he has a good reason for avoiding me."

Cassie rested her elbows on the edge of the bed and placed her head in her hands gazing at Andros. "And that would be?"

"I attacked him! Twice! Maybe he hates me."

"And he shot you. Maybe he thinks that you hate him. Have you thought of that?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Cassie stood up and patted him on the leg. "Stay here and think about that. I'll be right back."

Andros watched Cassie leave and tried to think about what she said, but his raging emotions prevented him from seeing her logic. He mentally cursed. His friendship with Zhane had been strained ever since their two-year separation, a separation that had gone by in a flash to Zhane while Andros spent the years alone. The silver ranger retained his joking sense of humour and love of life, but Andros had grown even more serious and withdrawn with a cynical side that even the presence of the new rangers hadn't managed to relieve. Then one of the first things he'd done when Zhane had awoken was accuse him of trying to take Ashley from him. Zhane had still forgiven him, but afterwards had cruelly let him believe Zhane was dying putting Andros through the same torment he had gone through 2 years before. Yet, Andros hadn't questioned Zhane about it. He had just blamed the callousness on the shock Zhane had to be feeling after finding himself 2 years ahead in a future where his home was destroyed and deserted, blamed himself for causing the distance that had grown between them. When Zhane had been so down the other day, Andros hadn't even been able to find out what was wrong let alone help his best friend. And in return, when Andros had been in trouble, he had kept it to himself. Worst of all the mental connection that they had since they were children was almost nonexistent. They kept their minds closed to each other.  Only letting a few messages and cries for help slip through. When they had connected their minds to fight the Shadorian spell, Andros had been shocked to find out how much their minds had changed and how hard it had been for them to connect. They had been too busy using all of their energy against the spell to deal with it at the time. Andros had wondered whether they had changed too much to have the closeness of the friendship they had had before. Now, he was sure that his attacks on Zhane had eliminated any possibility of it returning.