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Jimmy had no idea why, but the sound of the ringing phone seemed ominous. He lay in his bed that night, waiting for one of his parents to answer it. After four rings, though, he jumped out of bed and walked downstairs to answer the phone.

"Is this the Neutron residence?" asked the other end.

"Yeah." answered Jimmy, uncertainly. Why would someone be calling so late at night.

"May I speak to Jimmy? This is Mr. Vortex, and it's really important."

"This is Jimmy." he answered, wondering what it was about.

"You need to get to the hospital right away. Cindy's not doing to well, and she's asking for you." answered Mr. Vortex.

Jimmy froze.

"Is she going to be alright?" asked Jimmy.

He could hear a choking noise from the other end of the phone. He knew that Cindy's father was crying.

Jimmy let his question linger for a few moments, then decided he already knew the answer. Instead he said that he would be there.

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Cindy turned once more in her hospital bed. She glanced at the people standing around her. Her mother and father to her left, and Libby to her right. They were the people that she loved most, but it didn't keep her from hoping that Jimmy would arrive soon.

She knew that she didn't have much longer. She was just too sick, and that last trip that she'd gone on the night before had been the last straw. And although it caused her to become more sick, she was glad that she'd gone.

Cindy could hardly move. She didn't want to move. She feared that if she did move, she wouldn't be able to breath. So, instead, she lay as still as possible staring up at the faces of her loved ones. Cindy knew she had a fever, she was sweating profusely, but was extremely cold. She hated that feeling, so she tried as hard as she could to ignore it, and just focus on what was happening, otherwise.

A few moments later, Jimmy walked through the door, looking sincerely afraid. Libby gave him a knowing look, and suggested that she and Cindy's parents step out for some fresh air.

"Hey Cindy." said Jimmy, sitting in a chair beside her bed.

Cindy nodded. She didn't want to waste her precious air on speaking, no matter what she needed to say.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, immediately regretting that he had.

"I've been better." she managed to say with a tired smile.

Jimmy was unsure of what to say in reply so he was silent. After a few moments, though, it began to bother him. He had to say something.

"I've been missing you at school lately. I think Ms. Fowl is actually waiting for you to come back so we'll disrupt class a little more often, and she won't have to teach so much." said Jimmy.

"I'm not coming back." replied Cindy. Her response was so ominous, that it took Jimmy a moment to think of what to say.

"Sure you will. As soon as you get better." he said.

"Jimmy, cut the act." said Cindy, then she paused, catching her breath. "We both know that I'm not going to get better."

Jimmy lowered his head, so that he wouldn't have to look her in the eyes.

"And it' my fault." Cindy continued. "If I hadn't been so arrogant when you offered me those pills, then I would be better right now."

The only reason that Cindy hadn't asked to take the pills, was because she knew they would do no good. When he had offered them to her, they might have cured her. But , now she was too far gone to even bother.

"No, it's not your fault." answered Jimmy. "It's mine."

Cindy raised her eyebrows in question.

"If I had just told you the truth. . . then you would have taken the pills. You asked me if there was another reason for me giving them to you, and I told you that there wasn't. Well, I lied. " he said, looking up.

"What are you talking about?" asked Cindy, even though she was increasingly growing tired.

"I love you." he replied simply.

Cindy smiled weakly, as she struggled for breath. As her eyelids slowly closed, she replied, "I thought so."

Jimmy took her hand, and waited her to speak with her last breath. "I love you, too." she said.

With that, Cindy was gone. And then, Jimmy did something that he had rarely done in his short life. He cried.

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I know, that was an extremely short chapter, but I'm eager to move on. I know that you probably all hate me right now, but don't worry the story isn't over yet. I repeat, THE STORY ISN'T OVER, so don't plan on killing me yet. Just review!