Okaay...finally updated. So sorry guys, I've been super busy with school and this science project thing and yeah our school's like one project after another LOL! Anyways this one has a few author's notes...which I don't usually put but yeah anyways. I brought Martha back into it, as promised. Here's Ch. 4 (and I literally wrote this within the last hour or so)

DISCLAIMER FOR CHAPTER FOUR: I do not own the Guardian Angels name. (It's a place near where I live...well I know there's a place with that name anyways lol)

Chapter 4:

Zack felt much better the following morning. He wasn't exactly sure if it was the relief that those horrid nightmares hadn't held their firm grip on them or the relief that Cody didn't really hate him, or maybe it was just that his throat felt better.

Nether the less there had to be something to diminish his good spirit. And on that particular Friday morning that something happened to be school. Since he'd never had a real vacation he tended to dread it from the time he woke up to the time it ended. Of course you would too if you'd spent the entire summer in school.

Zack did, however, have one good thing to look forward to that day, or one person, Martha. He couldn't be sure why he enjoyed the elderly woman's presence so much, but he did. Perhaps it was that she seemed to understand him, even if she was seventy-eight years old, when no one else could.

He visited her every Friday after school at the Guardian Angels Nursing Home (A/N: Hehe I got this from a phone book...I think it's the name of a medical center or w/e.) where she lived. Sometimes he'd stay for just a few minutes; sometimes he'd be there for hours on end- but he'd always go. Every Friday. Always. Zack was positive nothing would be different this week. He was dead wrong.

"Hey, Martha!" Zack greeted with a smile as he knocked softly on room 287's door at Guardian Angels late that afternoon. Martha looked up at him. She seemed confused for a brief moment but then smiled.

"Is it Friday already?" She asked him.

Zack nodded and sat down in the chair conveniently located next to her bed. Martha spent most of her time in bed or in a wheelchair as the surgery she'd had done on her knees kept her mostly immobile.

"I was sick yesterday…" He told her. Martha's eyebrows furrowed and she seemed bewildered or confused. "I'm fine though." He reassured her, now slightly confused himself. Martha knew he got sick sometimes; he remembered telling her that. She always told him she'd pray for him. Now she was acting odd, like she didn't even know what he was saying or possibly even who he was.

"So umm…how've you been?" Zack asked, glancing around her room, at her collection of clocks. She'd told him once there were eighteen scattered around the room, but he'd only been able to spot fifteen. (A/N: I met an older lady last year in seventh grade that had this huge collection of clocks. I think she had eighteen anyway that's where that comes from. I have one of them cause she gave like all of them away last year.)

Martha didn't seem to hear him and was staring around the walls, that bewildered and confused look still on her solemn wrinkled face.

"Martha…" Zack asked slowly, resting his hand ever so softly on hers, "Is everything okay?"

Martha's head snapped back so fast for a second Zack actually thought it was going to snap off. Zack jumped and jerked his hand away.

And then something happened so fast that he didn't even know what was happening until Martha passed out cold. One minute she'd been patting his hand and holding her head with the other, making small gasping noises; the next she was out cold, not responding.

"Martha! Martha! Martha c'mon wake up!" Zack's voice grew panicked as he shook her and attempted to wake her. "Martha! This isn't funny!" Martha was known as a jokester, always making jokes, but Zack was smart enough to know this was no joke.

"HELP! ANYBODY! SOMEBODY HELP!" He screamed to the hallway.

Alright...it's not clear what happened to Martha but it'll be explained in the next chapter. Stay tuned! Hopefully this update'll come faster than the last :)

Fig