Thanks again for all the great reviews. I think I have both Jemma and Semma fans reading this, and I'm about to piss off one group, haha. Originally, I had planned to go with one pairing, but halfway through the story I changed my mind. Anyway, here it is...the last official chapter. I realize that it isn't as long as some might want, but it's still 2345 words. I hope you have all enjoyed this story. Thank you for all the support.

I'm currently writing articles for my journalism profile, so I might not be back for awhile; but, keep watching and I might write a new Degrassi fanfic soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Degrassi.

It was the third morning in a row that I had woken up in the brightly lit hospital room, and I wasn't exactly enthused for the day ahead of me. I knew the drill– my parents would come in, look upset, and then I would get a few random visits from Manny and Craig, maybe Jay would come. In between those visits, the doctors and nurses would come in to try and get me to eat something--soup or mushed up vegetables-- and I would tell them to fuck off. It was routine.

This morning, however, was different. I woke up, and opened my eyes, and came face to face with Sean Cameron. "What are you doing here?" I asked, completely shocked, and unsure of how to react.

"Jay came to see me," he replied.

"Oh."

"How are you?"

I smirked, "Oh, you know...great."

"Right," he said, nodding. "I missed you."

My eyes widened, "Then why didn't you come see me?" I asked.

He shook his head, averting eye contact, and moving instead to look at his feet. "I don't know. I was going to...after I spoke to Tracker."

"You spoke to Tracker?"

"Yeah."

"And I assume he told you what I was like?"

He looked up at me, "He said you didn't look too good. He said you were having a breakdown or something..."

"And you didn't think to come see how I was? You didn't think to make sure I was okay?" I didn't know why it was making me so mad, but it was. He had every chance to come and see me. He had fully functional hands, that would give him the ability to pick up a phone and call, but he didn't. He wasn't there for me.

"I thought he was overreacting," he said, getting defensive.

"Clearly he wasn't."

"Em," he said, pleading. "I'm so sorry. If I had known it was this bad, I would have come so much sooner. I love you. I'm here for you now. I want you to get better. I can help!"

I smirked,"You can't just come back and play the hero again, Sean. In my world heroes up and leave when the going gets tough."

"Emma!"

"No," I said strongly. "I can't let you. I can't do this. You always want what you can't have. You always end up leavings."

"Then, what?!" He exclaimed. "You're just going to say you don't love me, that you don't have any feelings for me at all?! That's a lie, and you know it."

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "All I know is that you haven't been here." Then, it dawned on me– Jay had been there. Did I love him?

"I came to help, Em."

"I don't need your help," I said, staring straight at him.

"Fine," he replied, standing up and leaving. Clearly, he was upset, "Take care of this yourself. I'm tired of always trying to do the right thing around you, because whatever I do, it's wrong." He paused, stopping, and looking at me one more time.

I didn't know what to say, so I said the only think I could think of, "I don't think I love you. I thought I did, I know I did, but..."

"I know," he said, nodding slightly. "Too much has happened."

"Too much," I agreed.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." I nodded. "I do care about you, though, and I really want to see you beat this, Em. You're too good of a person to let this get you."

"I'm not too sure about that," I said, looking down at my hands.

"I couldn't be more sure," he replied. He then walked to the door frame, stopping once more, "Oh, and give Jay a break...he really does love you."

I didn't say anything, and he left. What had I ever done to deserve the worry of so many different people?

Sean left the room confused, not entirely sure as to what had happened. Jay picked him up in the middle of the night, telling him that Emma needed him; he arrives, and Emma doesn't need him at all. She didn't love him, not anymore. Did he love her? If he had, wouldn't he have told her much sooner?

He begins to think that maybe he did have some sort of hero complex, especially when it came to Emma; and, he was beginning to realize that maybe it wasn't because of some undying passion. Emma had been one of the first people to genuinely believe in him, to give him a chance maybe he had this never ending loyalty to her for that.

Whatever the reason, he knew that he had to help her...as a friend. That's all they were, all they could be. She loved Jay, even if she didn't know it yet. Besides, there was no point in faking passion that simply wasn't there anymore, they weren't twelve anymore. Puppy love couldn't last forever.

He rounded the corner, entering a small waiting room; he noticed that only Craig sat in there. "Craig," he greeted, surprised to see his old friend there.

"Cameron," he greeted, equally surprised, but a little less friendly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing."

"I came to see Emma."

"Right," Craig said, nodding. He stood up, "I think you've done enough."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sean asked, getting rather defensive.

"You know exactly what it means," he replied.

"Actually, I don't. Why don't you tell me exactly what I've done."

"You left her."

"What?"

"She needed you, and you left her!"

Sean couldn't believe what he was hearing, how could this be his fault. "I don't need this," he replied, turning to walk away.

"Alas!" Craig exclaimed, dramatically. "He does it again. Walking away when the going gets too tough for his liking."

Sean spun around, walking straight into Craig's personal space, "Listen man, I have no idea what your problem is. Last I checked, you weren't exactly Emma's best buddy. Do not blame me for this. This is not my fault."

"Fuck you, it isn't."

"Guys!" Jay exclaimed, rushing into the room before either of them took a swing. "What the hell is going on?!"

"This idiot," Sean replied, speaking through clenched teeth, "is blaming me for all of this."

"What?" Jay asked, obviously shocked, turning to Craig.

"She loved him, and he left her when she needed him the most!"

"She doesn't love me!" Sean said, exasperated.

Jay turned sharply, facing Sean, "What?"

"She doesn't love me," Sean repeated. "And, even if she did, how could this all be my fault."

Before Craig had a chance to reply, Jay beat him to it. "He's right," he said, turning to Craig. "There are too many layers to this. It's impossible to pin point one thing that caused this all. We could spend forever blaming each other, or, we could focus on the now, and help her."

"But..." Craig interrupted.

"No," Jay stated firmly. "This is not some testosterone war. This is Emma's life. Either grow up, or get the fuck out." Jay was obviously pissed, and both Craig and Sean were smart enough to stay quiet. "Okay, good," he said, nodding. "Now, Craig why don't you go see how Emma's parents are, bring them something to eat. Sean, stay put, I'm going in to see Em."

Sean nodded, and Craig left to go get some Chinese food. Jay turned the corner, entering Emma's room, and leaving Sean alone in the waiting room. He sat, with his head in his hands, trying to comprehend everything.

He sat like that for a good five minutes, until her heard the clacking of high heels on the polished floors. He looked down at the shoes, black heels poking out of from underneath some blue jeans. "Sean?" He looked up at the sound of the unmistakable voice of Miss. Manny Santos.

"Manny," Sean greeted, standing up to embrace her tightly. "You look great."

She smiled slightly, "Thanks. You...look like hell."

"Always a charmer," he joked, sitting back down.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

"Jay came and got me last night, said Emma needed me."

"And so you came running," she stated, nodding softly.

"Yeah."

"She's so lucky."

"What?" He asked, confused.

She shook her head, as if embarrassed at what she had said. "I mean, obviously this hospital thing isn't lucky. I meant, when she's in trouble she has all these guys running to her side."

"It'd be the same for you," he replied simply.

"Nah," she sighed, smiling sadly. "I don't have what she has..."

"What's that?"

"Virtue...or, whatever." He smiled at her, chuckling lightly. "I'm serious!"

"Manny, you have a lot going for you."

"Uh huh," she said, doubtfully. "Like what?"

"I'm not good at this," he said, pleading.

"Sean!"

"Fine," he said, sighing. "You're smart, you're funny as hell, extremely charismatic, and you're gorgeous."

She smiled brightly, and he looked away. "You think so?"

"Yeah..."

"You don't think I'm a tramp?"

He shook his head, turning to face her. "Not at all," he replied honestly. "Everyone has a rough patch. You can't keep beating yourself up for mistakes you've made. I've done that...it's a bad road."

She nodded, "So, you and Emma?"

"Will never be anyone more than friends," he replied. "You and Craig?"

"Same."

"Sorry," he said, looking at the wall straight ahead, just as she was.

"It's okay," she said, smiling slightly. "I think I'll just let guys chase me now, instead of the other way around, you know?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

"I mean, eventually a good guy might come my way."

I was sitting, staring out the window, when he came into the room. I turned around to face him, "Hey."

He smiled slightly, "Hi. How are you feeling today?"

"Okay," I said. "You wanna sit?"

He nodded, walking over to the side of my bed, and taking a seat. "I thought it would help."

"Huh?"

He cleared his throat, "I thought bringing Sean here would help. I thought seeing him here would give you a reason to get better, or something. It was stupid..." he trailed off, looking down at his feet.

I shook my head, "No it wasn't. It was sweet. I just don't love him...not anymore." He nodded, understanding. "I just... I need to find my own reason."

He lifted his head, looking at my with sad intensity, "When will you find this reason, Emma?!" He was upset, not mad...just frustrated, and hurting.

I didn't know what to tell him. "I..."

"I mean, I've been here, giving all I can to help you. I don't have much left to give!"

"Jay..."

"No!" He exclaimed, staring straight into my eyes, tears starting to cloud his own. "Emma, I know you think you're fine. I know you think that you'll be okay, but I know better. I've been down this road before, Em...it doesn't end up well."

"It's different."

"No it isn't," he stated, a tear now rolling down his cheek. "The way I see it...there's a girl who I love, who I trust more than anyone else, and they can't seem to love themself as much as I do. So, they don't see a reason to get better." He paused, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. "The way I see it, it's exactly the same."

"So, you love me like a sister?" I asked, perplexed.

He smiled slightly, through the obvious pain, "Not at all. I love you, Green Peace.And, if you die...so will I."

"Jay..."

"I mean it, Em. I don't have much else to live for. You're all I have." He broke down into sobs, not turning away...letting me see it all. "You can't die, Em. I need you."

Suddenly, as if it was some huge sign– I had a reason. I took his hand, and looked straight faced at him. "No one is going to die." I paused, adding, "Not anymore."

He nodded, leaning up, and kissing my forehead. "Good"

Sean sat next to Manny, thinking about what she had said earlier. How was it possible that the girl with one of the most outgoing personalities, and gorgeous looks, could be so self conscious. It was odd, while they both we so different, they were also much the same. They were both looking for someone to love them; to show them something that had always lacked.

He smiled, looking over at her. "You want to get some lunch?"

She grinned, her eyes perking up brightly, "Sure."

One Year Later

It hadn't been easy, recovering. I had been through many ups and downs, had many good days, and almost as many bad. It was tough, but eventually I pulled through, allowing my friends and family to help me out. Sooner or later, I realized that I had a genuine problem, and that if I didn't fix it, I would die.

So, I fixed it. It was another month in the hospital, under close surveillance. At first it felt like prison, but eventually it felt like comfort.I had the support of the doctors and nurses, and the other twelve girls, and one guy, on my floor who were going through the same thing as I was. I had group meetings, and individual evaluations. They taught me about my disorder, and told me that I would have to manage it for the rest of my life; and, that's what I'm doing now, managing it.

It hasn't been a walk through the park, but the love shown by those closest to me has been amazing. I'm healthy now; well, as healthy as I might ever be. I eat, maybe not as much as I used to before the anorexia, but enough to keep me up to par. I still work out, but in moderation, and usually with Jay.

Yeah, he's still with me. It's been an interesting year, to say the least. He stuck with me through all my moments of meanness, and self-doubt.Through my many breakdowns, he was there, holding my hand. I can now truly say I love him. Maybe, I was just using Sean as a crutch– if I told Jay I loved Sean, then I didn't have to admit to loving Jay, and I wouldn't have to get better for him.

Oh, and Sean? He did come back to Degrassi, but it wasn't for me. He found a match in Miss. Manny Santos. A couple that many couldn't even imagine in their wildest nightmares, was now a steady staple of the Degrassi dating pool. They were perfect for each other; Manny's exuberance, played off of Sean's cool and collected persona. Her extravagance, blended elegantly with his simpleness. Plus, they were so adorable together, that it could make anyone sick.

As for my other loyal friend. Well, Craig's trying something new– being single. He realized that he needed time to figure out exactly who he was, instead of always attaching himself to another being. Besides, Craig Manning and the female species always seemed to equal plenty of drama. So, he is, essentially, Craig the single guy. It's a Craig that seems stable; it's good for everyone.

"Babe."

"Jay!" I smiled, leaping into his arms.

He hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek affectionately. "You ready? We told Sean and Manny we'd be there about twenty minutes ago!"

I laughed, "Hoggart, don't mess with a girl while she's picking a lip colour."

"You look great just the way you are," he said, smiling.

I nodded, turning to look in the mirror, at my now curvy body. Yeah, he's right. I'm fine, just the way I am, as corny as it sounds. In the end, I learnt to accept myself. Ignore the flaws, and accept the downfalls; because, in the end, you are who you are.