AN: I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to continue with this story but a lot has been going on. However, I'm going to do my best to finish my incomplete stories and maybe start a few new ones. Thanks to everyone who has read my stories and written such wonderful reviews.

Kitty stood outside the infirmary door, gazing at her pale reflection in the glass door. She felt horrible. She had ran out on Kurt yesterday when he had needed her the most. It was hard to see him like that, but she knew that was little more than an excuse. He had needed her and she hadn't been there. Others had gone in and sat with Kurt. Yet, she hadn't gone into the infirmary since she had ran out the day before. She wanted to, but she just kept remembering how Kurt had been.

"That's no excuse," she whispered to herself.

"Kitty," a gentle voice said from behind her.

She turned and saw Hank standing there. "Mr. McCoy," she said, quickly wiping away a tear, "How long…" Her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure what to say.

He smiled slightly and placed a large, comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know this is tough," he stated quietly, "I want you to know that I'm not upset with you for leaving yesterday."

"I should have stayed," she replied.

"No," he countered, "If you didn't feel like you could, then you did the right thing. Rogue stayed."

"Who's in there now?" she asked.

"Scott and Jean," he answered, "So, you see there is nothing-"

"I want to sit with him again," she interrupted.

"There is no-" he began.

"Please," she interjected, "I need to. I won't run off again. I promise! But I need to do this."

Hank regarded her for a moment with sympathetic eyes. "Kitty," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "If you want to, I understand and I won't tell you that you shouldn't. However, if it gets to be too much, then just use the call button. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, "Thank you."

The door opened and Jean helped Scott, who was still struggling with his crutches, out into the hallway. He looked tired and drained, but Kitty didn't think it was from his injuries. She had heard that he blamed himself for the accident since he had been driving at the time, but she knew that it wasn't his fault. "Hi," she said softly.

Scott nodded, but Jean looked a little surprised to see her there. "Are you going to sit with him next?" she asked.

"Yeah," Kitty replied, momentarily angered by the surprise and doubt she saw in Jean's green eyes.

"That's good," Jean said, but she didn't sound very convinced.

For a moment there was an awkward silence before Jean and Scott started down the hall and Kitty reached for the door. Before she could open it, Hank put his hand upon her arm. "If you need anything," he stated, reassuringly, "just call."

"Thanks," she said, "I will." She opened the door and stepped into the room, leaving the calming presence of Hank alone in the hallway.

Not much had changed from before. Kurt was still sitting propped up in bed. In fact, it didn't look as if he had even changed his position since she last saw him. The only difference is that someone had turned on the small television that hung in the corner of the room. "Spongebob Squarepants" was on and Kitty could almost feel herself wince ever time she heard the title character's high pitched voice. For some reason, Kurt liked the cartoon and even had a shirt with Patrick on it. (The starfish had a board nailed to his head with the words, "I'm bored," written underneath.) However, Kitty found the show very annoying and was tempted to turn off the television but decided against it.

She knew she was focusing on the Nickelodeon program because a part of her still didn't want to focus on Kurt. He was sitting there, not really even looking at the television but rather staring blankly at the opposite wall. "Kurt," she said softly, "I'm here."

He turned to look at her, but his eyes were as flat and lifeless as before and she could feel her heart sink slightly. She hadn't really expected a miracle, but she had hoped for some improvement.

"Hi Keety," he greeted slowly. His voice still sounded thick and slurred, but was just wishful thinking or did he sound somewhat clearer than before.

She smiled, but didn't know what else to say. Any questions she asked might lead back to the accident that Kurt didn't remember and couldn't seem to remember for more than a few minutes. "Watching TV?" she finally asked, mentally kicking herself for such a stupid question.

He looked up at the television and seemed to try and focus on what was happening, but it appeared that the antics of Spongebob was now beyond his grasp. Kitty struggled not to cry. She had to be strong for him. This time, she wasn't going to run out on him. For some neither of them spoke. Kurt had turned his attention back to the far wall and it seemed that he had forgotten that she was in the room. Kitty was wondering if she should regain his attention when there was a soft knock at the infirmary door.

Even Kurt turned to look at the noise as Kitty crossed the room and opened the door. To her surprise, it was Amanda who was standing there.

She looked scared and upset, standing there trembling slightly. "Hi," she managed, "I've come to see Kurt. How is he?"

Kitty could see that she was on the verge of tears herself. "He's here," she replied, but didn't know what to say about Kurt's condition as she stepped aside to let Amanda into the room.

Amanda immediately rushed to the bed and Kurt, where he had turned towards the noise of her knocking, was already looking at her. "Kurt," she said, "How are you?"

He blinked slowly a few times. "I…have a…headache," he stated slowly.

Again, Kitty felt a faint surge of hope. Before Kurt would only say that his head was hurting. This time he had used the term headache. Was this an improvement? She hoped she wasn't just grasping at straws.

Amanda spoke to him for a few minutes but her conversation was much like the one Kitty and Rogue's before her. He couldn't comprehend an accident and when you did remind him of it, he would ask if other people had been there as well and if they were okay. Amanda's attempts not to cry had failed as she held tightly to Kurt's hand and looked into his lifeless, golden eyes.

"How did you find out?" Kitty asked her, when Kurt's attention had drifted back to the far wall.

"Jean called me," Amanda answered, still holding Kurt's hand, "yesterday, but I couldn't get here until today. I couldn't tell my dad why I had to leave so he insisted I stay for a family dinner."

Kitty could hear the anger in Amanda's voice, and she too became angry. However, her anger wasn't directed at Amanda's father, but rather Amanda herself. Kitty could help but think that if she was dating Kurt, she would have been at her side the moment she had heard. And if this was permanent, would Amanda still stay by his side? Yet, these thoughts surprised her. There had been that cynical voice before, chastising her for always pushing Kurt away and now this anger towards Amanda. Why?

She knew that she was envious. Kurt and Amanda seemed to have a good relationship. There were conflicts, namely Amanda's parents, but still Amanda came by the mansion as often as she could. Kitty would see walking hand in hand and smiling. That was nothing like her relationships. A friend had once told her she suffered from the "Bad Boy Syndrome," meaning that she always fell for the wrong guys - the dangerous ones and it did seem to be the truth. The more dangerous the guy, the better and her heart paid the price. Either the guy would be too dangerous and she would have to break it off before her parents knew or she truly got hurt, or she would find that the guy wasn't as dangerous as she assumed and she would lose interest. She hated being like that and sought to change it, but so far she hadn't been very successful.

So, it was no real surprise that had never really thought that seriously about Kurt. He was sweet and kind - the nicest of the nice boys. Of course, she been a little taken aback by his appearance at first, but once she had gotten past that she found out just how kind and considerate he was and that he could never be a so-called 'bad boy.' Yet, Amanda seemed to have a clearer perception. She had immediately recognized Kurt for the wonderful guy he was and now they were together. Yeah, she envied Amanda a little for that.

However, while she was being honest with herself, she had to wonder if there could have been anything between Kurt and her. She did love him - but as a best friend who felt almost like family. Kurt was there to tease her - and to occasionally flirt. That was just Kurt. While it was true that sometimes love grows from a friendship, it could also end a friendship and she didn't want to risk that. Besides, she honestly didn't think it would work. Kurt was her friend, one her closest friends, and that's the way she liked things. And if there could have been anything else, she was content with just wondering. Besides, Kurt and Amanda did have a good relationship and she didn't want to interfere.

Amanda talked to Kurt for a few more minutes before she had to leave. Kitty walked behind her to the door and, before she left, hugged her. "I promise to call if there are any changes," she said.

"Thank you," Amanda whispered back and left the room.

Kitty, now alone, looked at Kurt who was once again staring at the wall. You have to get better she thought You just have to. Can't you see how much this is affecting everyone? We love you and we want you back. But, even if you never get any better, we'll all still love you.

Wiping away a new tear, she couldn't help but wonder if that was true about Amanda. If Kurt never got any better, would she still be there?

For some reason, she thought that Amanda would. However, if Amanda chose not too, then she would still be here.

And so ends Part 5. I should have Part 6 up next week. Again I'm sorry for the delay. I hope everyone liked this part. I think I've said before, I'm not a big fan of Kurtty so my stories are almost or somewhat Kurtty.