When Troy came into Gabriella's room from climbing over the balcony, she was scribbling furiously into a notebook. "What are you doing?" He asked. She jumped.

"Oh my goodness, Troy, you can't do that. Why don't you ever use the door?"

"Don't change the subject," Troy smirked, sitting on her bed and glancing at the notebook. All he caught were the words 'Troy', 'love', and 'die', before Gabriella slammed it shut.

"That's not important," she murmured, sliding it under her pillow.

"Have you always kept that there?" Troy asked. She nodded. "How come I've never noticed it before?"

Gabriella shrugged. "You're impaired."

Troy laughed sarcastically. "I saw my name. What was that?"

Gabriella giggled. "You're so nosey."

"But you love me for it," Troy smiled.

"True," Gabriella said, giving him a kiss on the lips, which he gladly excepted. Then, her face paled and she jumped to her feet, grabbing her stomach.

"What's the matter?" Troy asked, standing, too. Gabriella rushed out of the room. Troy followed on her heels as she ran to the toilet. She bent over and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Troy held her hair out of her face. "Are you done?"

Gabriella nodded her head, weakly. Troy placed his hand to her forehead. She was burning up. That was a symptom of leukemia at its worst, wasn't it? He felt a rush of panic flow through his body like an electric shock. He pulled out his phone as Gabriella slowly sat down in the floor, leaning against the bathtub.

He skimmed through his contacts and found Maria's number. Quickly pushing call, he brought Gabriella back to her feet. She shook her head and almost fell over, but her gripped her shoulders just in time. "C'mon, baby, we gotta get to the hospital."

"No," Gabriella moaned, shaking her head again. "I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Hello, you've reached Maria Montez, I'm not available to take your call at the moment-"

"Damn!" Troy muttered, throwing his phone across the room. He held both arms around Gabriella and slowly brought her out into the hallway. Maria was at work. They were alone. He managed to lift her into his arms and carry her bridal style to his car.

He opened the door with his free hand and gently placed her in the passengers seat. Her closed her eyes and rested against the seat. He ran as fast as he could and got in his car, starting the engine and speeding off toward the hospital.

"Gabriella Montez," Troy told the secretary impatiently.

"The doctor will se you in a moment. What seems to be the problem?"

"Are you blind?! She's really sick," Troy motioned toward the frail girl in his arms. "She has cancer…"

"Okay," the nurse said, typing the name into the computer. "Gabriella Montez, yeah, the doctor will see you in a moment."

"No!" Troy yelled. Gabriella jumped and opened her eyes. Troy lowered his voice. "She needs help now!" He whispered, harshly.

"The doctor isn't available at the moment," the secretary replied, shocked by his sudden outburst.

"You only have one doctor in this freaking hospital?!" He cried, in rage. The nurse nodded, just as the doctor came out of the door. "Thank the Lord!"

His eyes widened. "Oh, Gabriella! Come on in." He walked back into one of the hospital rooms.

Troy laid her down on the bed. "She's really weak, she just threw up, and she has a really bad fever…What does that mean?"

"It could mean a lot of things," The doctor replied, grabbing for one of his thermometers from is pocket. He stuck it into her mouth. She had a fever of 101.2.

"What's wrong with her?" Troy asked, impatiently.

"You were correct. She does have a bad fever. One of the highest I've had in years."

"And that means?" Troy asked.

"It means she may not have longer to live," the doctor said, solemnly. Troy's jaw dropped.

'Ho-How much l-longer??" He demanded.

"Maybe a week or two. It depends on how long the fever lasts and how bad it gets." Then, he left.

Troy's heart was breaking. No, this couldn't be happening to Gabriella. His dear Gabriella. She didn't deserve this at all. Her eyes fluttered open, again. He stroked her sweaty forehead. "It's h-hot," she managed, through panting.

"I know, baby," Troy whispered, tears flowing freely down his face.

"Where are we?" she asked, sitting up, seeing the state of her fiancée.

"We're in the hospital, sweetheart," Troy replied, caressing her cheek.

"What's wrong with me?" She demanded, tears once again welling up in her beautiful chocolate eyes.

"You got sick again," Troy answered, not being able to look at her.

Gabriella looked down. "Am I going to die?" Troy didn't answer her. "Troy!"

He looked at her. "No!"

"I am, aren't I?" she asked. "I feel horrible."

"I know you do, 'Brie," Troy whispered.

"Don't cry because of me. Troy, when I die, don't cry over me."

'Gabriella, I would cry over you, but you're not dying." He lied.

She shook her head. "I know I am. Troy, we both know that. You deserve someone who can promise an eternity with you, not someone who could die any second."

"Gabriella-"

"No, Troy." Gabriella shook her head again, tears streaming down her face. "You deserve…someone who won't ever break your heart or make you cry."

" 'Brie, no. I deserve you."

She once again just shook her head. "No, you don't. You deserve so much better than me. You're such a good guy…Maybe you are better off just forgetting me…"

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