Mary's stomach growled. They had been siting on Mary's bed for at least 10 minutes in their own world.

"Ah, man your probably starving," Joey said snapping out of his trance, "we better get you something to eat."

"I just hope I can keep it down." Mary said as they walked to the main house.

When they walked into the kitchen Mary stopped. She remembered the kitchen being dirty, the sink piled high with dirty dishes, and crumbs all over the floor. This kitchen was clean, spotless, not a dirty plate in site. She gasped without knowing it and Joey smiled.

"Like what I did?" he asked walking into the kitchen with a smile.

"You did this for me?" Mary asked still surprised.

"Well..yeah!" he said, "I saw it on all your to-do lists and when I walked in the kitchen.... I saw why." he said. He turned to her with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "How could they expect you to do all that work?" he asked with a frown, " I mean your only one person." A silent tear slid down Mary's cheek.

"Not to them," she said her voice cracking, "I'm nothing, a slave, worthless, a piece of-"

"Mary!" Joey yelled, "don't you dare say that, don't even think that!"

"I don't have to think it because I know it!" Mary yelled back tears pouring down her cheeks.

Before Joey got to say anything else Mary fell to the floor shaking and coughing violently.

"Mary!" Joey screamed running over to her and holding her. She pushed out of his arms as her coughing got more violent. Before he could hold her again she threw up. But it was different this time. This substance wasn't food. It was blood!! Joey watched in horror as Mary coughed up the red liquid that was splattering the floor. She was laying on the floor looking just like she did in the bathroom but only this time she was laying in blood. She was staring at him with dead eyes again. He picked her up and held her tight as he started rocking her back and forth.

"I..It..hurts," she whimpered shaking again, "It hurts so bad." She started looking around the room as if looking for someone. "J..Joey?" she whispered, "where are you?"

"I'm right here," he said holding her tighter to his chest, "I'm not going anywhere."

After a while Mary's breathing was back to normal but she was a little pail. She sat with her head on the table as Joey made her some oatmeal to settle her stomach. When he went to go get some water from the refrigerator he saw a note for Mary. He could tell from the hand-writing it was from Dominique. It read:

Dear worthless, gone for weekend. Clean house and do chores and if you get finished early do it again. Don't you dare touch anything valuable! We don't need germs! With disgust, Dominique

Joey couldn't believe what he had read! How could they treat someone as wonderful as Mary like this?! He shoved the note in his pocket and finished making the oatmeal. He put it in front of her then felt her head.

"You don't have a temperature anymore," he said with a smile, "thats good."

"Yeah." That was all Mary said before she started eating.

They didn't talk while she ate. Mary was looking at the oatmeal and Joey looking at her. Had he blinked he would have missed the tear that slip of Mary's cheek and into the oatmeal. She was crying. He got up, lifted her up, and cradled her.

"Why does she hate me so much?" Mary asked crying, "what did I do?"

"Nothing," Joey said kissing her forehead, "your perfect in every way."