Hey you guys! Lots of mean reviews last time. Please don't leave mean reviews anymore. If you aren't encouraging or saying something nice then don't comment at all. I'm typing this story with one of my friends from school and its really pissing her off. So just knock it off okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon! Or any characters! Or any games at all!

Jess's POV

"So what' your name?" the man asked me.

"Jess. What's yours?" I asked the mirage..

" Trent . Everyone calls me Doctor" he replied as he wrapped my ankle.

"Why would someone like you move to this small town?" I pondered.

Trent chuckled. "I moved here because one of my professors from medical school said that they had no doctors here and I thought I could help, etcetera…"

"Ahh…," I said.

"Now why did YOU move here?" Trent asked me.

"It's a very long story," I said ", in the time you listen to my story you could have found the cure for cancer."

Trent grinned. "I'm all ears."

It all started when Britt's dad got sick with cancer.

"Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" Trent exclaimed/interrupted.

"Cause I just started," I replied.

"Oh yeah… Continue," Trent said.

Yea as I was saying it all started when Britt's dad got cancer. He went through chemotherapy like ten times and never went into remission. One day the nurse called Britt into her dad's room.. Me and Nikki followed. Nikki tripped on the corner of a table. I tripped on nothing.

"OH DANG IT!" I yelled.

"What?" asked a surprised Trent .

"WE FORGOT OUR MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE!!!!" I screamed at him.

Trent cowered in a corner until I stopped yelling and cursing.

"Are you done now?" Trent asked.

"For now," I said ", I don't want to destroy any of your medical supplies."

"Okay," He said "Do you want to continue?"

"I guess so," I said.

"I'm dying,' said Mr. Smith weakly."

Britt started sobbing uncontrollably. I gave Britt a hug.

"I'm leaving you my farm, Britt," said Mr. Smith.

"Everything will be okay Britt," I told her.

"NO IT WONT," Britt cried "MY FATHER IS DYING! HOW WILL EVERYTHING BE OKAY?"

She squirmed out of my hug and ran out of the room. Then Mr. Smith's pulse stopped. Me and Nikki hugged.

"I'm gonna miss Mr. Smith and all of his funny jokes," Nikki said sadly.

"I'm gonna miss Mr. Smith and his funny glasses," I said quietly.

Nikki giggled. "Shhh!" I told her.

Britt walked into the room.

"I'm going to miss having a dad," Britt said.

We ambushed Britt with hugs.

"That's about it," I said.

"Wow that was really…" Trent said ", dramatic and sad."

"I know," I said, fighting back tears ", that's why I don't like telling it."

"Oh." Was all he said.

"Well I finished fixing your ankle," he said awkwardly.

"Does that mean...?" I said.

"Yes you can go now," Trent said.

I rushed out of the clinic and back to the party as fast as my sprained ankle could take me. Blu trailing behind me..

Thanks for reading it you guys! Remember! No mean reviews!