The rain pounded against the roof in heavy sheets, echoing throughout the entire house. Thunder shook the walls and lightning cracked across the sky, it's light rippling and flashing against the curtains. Blossom stood at the window. The sky was dark but with every strike of lightning the world would light up and reveal the storm. The woods surrounding the mansion were covered in shadows and every time there was a flash of light she swore she saw something run in between the trees. She gazed at the water droplets gliding down the window pane. They reminded her of the tears that would always slip from Bubbles' eyes, often times provoked by insults thrown by Buttercup. She missed her sisters deeply and longed to give them one last hug, one final goodbye. But she knew her sacrifice and she knew that what she had done was all she could do, she had made the right decision, the only decision. It hurt, it always would, but Brick helped distract her from the pain with his own inflictions. She sighed and moved away from the window. Brick was still in bed, unaware of her absence. He looked unusually peaceful, his face set in a calm expression, crimson eyes no longer glaring at her. She walked over to him and watched as he took shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling. The more she got to know him, the worse she felt for him. She could see a side to him that others couldn't. Maybe it was because she was his counterpart or maybe it was because he secluded himself from all other people. Either way, her heart hurt for him. He had the potential to be a great guy, she believed it more and more every time he gave her a playful smirk. The way his usually furious red eyes glimmered with delight and his face relaxed into a small smile, she saw it, she saw the good in him. But she believed that that good was too deep within him and there was no way to reach it anymore. Brick was a villain and he always would be, that was who he was meant to be and who he chose to remain. And that's why it hurt her, to know that he could have been a good guy and fought alongside her, but instead he chose a path that would lead him to only misery and hate, and unfortunately she was forced to follow him. And yet, she still saw a glimmer of hope.

She brushed her fingers over his hand and a roar of thunder rocked against the house. Brick's eyes shot open. He saw her hand on his and then found her eyes. They held each other's gaze. Blossom's pink irises glittered with fear and she began to retract her hand, when he caught her wrist.

"What are you doing?" He questioned her, securing her wrist in a solid grip.

She looked at his hand then back at him. "I couldn't sleep."

Another roar of thunder hit the house, he stared at her with an indiscernible look in his eyes. She resisted the temptation to cower away. The room lit up with a flash of lightning and in one swift movement, he had pulled her to him and into a deep kiss. Her stomach flipped and he pulled her closer, just like before. This time, however, he was gentle and something odd happened. A flutter in her chest. The absence of disgust.

Suddenly, she pulled away from his lips, making him frown. Fear stirred low in her stomach but she let him hold her face in his hand. "You don't even realize..." He paused, eyes locked on her face but never meeting her gaze. His cheeks were flushed, but not in a form of embarrassment. She rested her hand on his arm. His skin was hot to the touch, feverish. She grew concerned.

"Brick, are you feeling okay?"

He didn't respond and she leaned forward, pressing her palm to his forehead. It was just as hot. She grabbed his face gently and tilted it towards her, his eyes were bloodshot. She then touched his neck and felt for a pulse. Her eyes widened at feeling his heart race. Usually, there would be no concern for a fever but superhumans like them didn't get sick.

"We need to get you to a hospital or a scientist, someone who could-"

"No." He cut her off. "I'll be fine, just let me rest."

She shook her head. "Brick, you're not fine. This could be serious. We really need to get you checked out-"

"Enough Blossom." He groaned as he sat up, holding onto his head. "I'm not going to go see some stupid doctor over a fucking fever."

She opened her mouth to argue but he shot her a warning glare and she silenced herself. She watched him ease out of bed and into the bathroom. Even if he said he was fine, she knew something was wrong, she knew the minute he opened his eyes and the evil glint was missing from them. Somehow, she needed to get him help.

Blossom found Butch in the living room watching TV. He sensed her presence almost instantly and turned around. He saw the worried look on her face and questioned it.

"Somethings wrong with Brick but I don't know what. He said he's fine but if anyone can tell when he's not okay, it's me. We need to get him help." She explained, her voice sounding panicked.

Butch got to his feet. "What do you mean? Is he dead?"

She released an irritated sigh. "No, Butch, he's not dead. But he has what seems like a fever, which is impossible. We can't get fevers."

He furrowed his brows. "That's weird...hmm." Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "I know!"

Her face brightened. "What? Tell-!" She stumbled as he shot out of the house in a blur of green, nearly knocking her over. She glared. "Wow, great help you are."

BANG

Her head shot up and she rushed upstairs. She ran into the bathroom connected to Brick's room and gasped, her face going sickly pale at seeing Brick on the ground. She immediately knelt beside him and flipped him over as quickly as she could, searching for a pulse. Relief flooded her as she found his heart still beating and his lungs still working, but both organs were functioning extremely slowly. She cursed and dropped her head into her hands, wanting to scream. There was nothing for her to do. She didn't know where she was, didn't know where the nearest hospital could possibly be, didn't even know if a hospital could help a superhuman like Brick, and she had no idea if she could even save him in time or if he was going to die. She slumped back against the wall and raked her brain for ideas. Nothing. She clenched her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears of frustration that threatened to spill. What could she do? Where could she go? She was lost.

The door flew open.

"Brick!" Butch shouted.

"Blossom?"

She spun around. "Mojo?!"

The green chimpanzee stood beside Butch in the doorway, his eyes narrowed and a med kit in his hand. She glared at Butch.

He put his hands up in defense. "He was the only person I could think of. He knows Brick better than any other doctor."

She was going to respond but Mojo interjected. "He is correct. I have a much deeper comprehension of Brick's anatomy than any other doctor in this world and only I would be able to give him even a slight chance if there was any possibility for survival which only I would be able to identify if there was or not because I am his creator and I know his composition meaning only I know how to-"

"JUST FUCKING FIX HIM!" Both men stared at her. She clenched her fists, trying to calm down. "His breathing is already shallow and his heart rate is decreasing by the minute."

Mojo nodded and knelt on the opposite side of Brick from her. He began to check his pulse, listen to his breathing, look at his pupils, read his temperature, and take other tests with instruments she couldn't name. It only took a few minutes before he finished and put away his medical objects. Blossom watched him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He got up and walked out, without saying a word. Her anger surged and she shot to her feet, storming after him.

"Mojo what the hell-!?"

He turned around and shushed her harshly, motioning for her to follow him. She did so silently, even as he lead her into the backyard, away from the house. He stopped after glancing around and making sure no one was nearby. When he looked at her, it was the first time she ever saw real sadness in her childhood nemesis' face.

"Do you recall the first battle you had with the Rowdyruffs?" He questioned. She nodded. "Well, when you kissed them, they blew up. Then, Him altered them so that they were no longer so unstable as to detonate from a kiss. So physical affection is no longer harmful for them..." He hesitated, rubbing his temple.

"Mojo, why are you telling me this?" She asked.

He sighed heavily. "Because whilst physical affection is harmless, emotions are still too strong for their bodies to sustain. They were created to hate and destroy and inflict misery upon others, not to love." He looked her in the eye. "Brick is dying."

Her heart stopped. "What!?"

"I'm afraid he's grown to have emotions that he was not made to permit."

She shook her head. "But, you're saying love is killing him. How can that be? He's never around anyone but me, he never goes anywhere without-" Her body went stiff.

Mojo nodded slowly, his face appearing much older as it sank with the stress of the current situation. He picked up his med kit and gave her one last glance. A single tear traveled down her cheek. "He's falling in love with you."