Jay winced hearing Stacy throwing up again, poor kid had been all day, & for the past several months.
The chemo wasn't taking as they had hoped, & yet again, his parents were out of town. Jay's ears perked up hearing the toilet flush; he was praying Stacy wouldn't get sick again not today or ever.
"Stacy?" Jay called knocking on the door gently; he carefully opened it after hearing to lock turn.

He carefully took Stacy's arm; he looked so thin, too thin really. His long blonde hair was gone, all of it had come out, and only Jay's old blue bandana covered his head. He helped him on to the couch then quickly grabbed a glass of water.

"No, please."
"Stacy the last thing you need is to be dehydrated."
With that Stacy sat up drinking the glass of water only a little bit at a time, Stacy gave back the empty glass then laid back down across the couch.

"Why did they leave me again Jay?" Stacy was talking about his parents, Jay was sure of it
"I wish I knew Stacy." He said honestly not really wanting to face this.
"At least you & Tony are here for me." Stacy smiled with a cheerful tone. Jay smiled & chuckled.

Jay sat there watching Match Game occasionally glancing over to Stacy, who was a sleep again.
"Hey." Tony whispered slipping in side
"Hey, Great job at the competition!" he said
"Thanks, how's he been?"
"Sick."
"Throwing up all day again?"
"Gee & I though you were dumb" Jay said grinning, as Tony picked up one of the pillows on the love seat throwing it at Jay, who caught it as the both laughed quietly.

Jay threw back the pillow; Tony threw it at the couch. They both froze as it hit Stacy's head, & watched, he pulled the pillow from the other side & slipped it under his head. With out opening his eyes, Jay and Tony both were relieved.

"Still no words form his parents?" Tony asked
"No, he asked about them though."
"About why they left?"Jay nodded.
"I told him the only thing that's true really."
"& that was?"
"I wish I knew why they had left."

Mr. &Mrs. Peralta open the door only a minute after Jay & Tony had finished talking.
"Hi boys" said Mr. Peralta. They both just waved. Mrs. Peralta sat he bag down on the floor, gently running her hand up Stacy's back , he woke up "Hey mom," he smiled, she smiled back.
"Here have you guys been?" he asked sitting up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"We'll talk later, Stacy." his father said softly.
"No come on I wanna know, If there's any thing you can say in front of me alone you can say in front of them just as well."
"Stacy…"
"Please don't make this complicated dad I just wanna know."
"Stacy, we… Uh.. Well son…"
"Would some one just tell me what's going on?"