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A/N: Gah. Sorry if this chapter seems sort. But it just seemed like a good place to end the chapter.

"Charlie. I'm not lying." Megan said stern-like. "None of us hates you."

Charlie swallowed, "But they've all told me. Over and Over and Over." His eyes showed fear and confusion, "I see them. They wouldn't let me out. They hate me!" With his uncasted hand, he started tapping his temple. "I saw them! With the numbers!" His tapping became more severe. "It wouldn't stop. None of it!" The tapping suddenly became hitting. "Make it stop! Stop! Stop!"

Megan quickly grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his temple and holding onto it. He squirmed from the touch. "Charlie. It's over. You're safe. I'm here, it's going to be alright."

"Megan." Charlie said, sounding detatched, "You never said you hated me." He swallowed, "And that means a lot."

Megan sighed. Charlie was being stubborn again. He wouldn't realize that he wasn't hated. She could not even imagine the feelings that he was going through - thinking that everyone but one person hated him. "Charlie. No one hates you." How could she get him to believe it.

Charlie nodded, "Everyone. Even my mom."

Megan raised an eyebrow, "You're mom?"

Charlie nodded. "Sh-She came an-and told me that she didn't want me to die, because then she'd have to spend eterinity with me. A-And A-Amita said that I ruined her life-fe."

Megan leaned toward her friend, "Charlie," She began, "You hallucinated everyone. You're mom can't go and see you. And Amita is in Harvard. You understand, Chalrie? No one hates you. You imagined everyone telling you those things."

Charlie's face scunched up, thinking about it. It was more logical, what Megan was saying. Heck, he knew that they were hallucinations. But once you see someone who you care about state that they hate your guts - it's just not a picture that can easily be put aside. He sighed. He didn't know anymore. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "I-I don't know. I don't know what real anymore, Megan."

Megan sighed, "I have an idea on a way that you can sort out the truth from the fake."

Charlie looked at her.

"We could see if Dr. Roland would hipnotise you. That might help you." Megan patted Charlie's hand, which she was still holding onto, "Think about it, alright? You shouldn't answer a yes or a no to that idea for awhile, Charlie. Think about it. Take your time, thinking about it." She stood up, ready to leave.

"Megan!" Charlie's voice sounded small. "Please. Please don't go." He held onto her hand.

Megan sat down again, "Alright, Charlie." She said slowly. "I won't leave. As long as you tell me why you don't want me to go."

Charlie drew an intake of breath, listening to the heart monitor, "I-I'm not for sure, myself. It could be because you had always believed in me - and unlike all the others, I've never heard you saying that you hated me-"

"Those were hallutionations." She told him.

He nodded, "Even if they were, I still remember it."

Megan felt her stomach drop. Yes, of course. He would still remember it. That would be awful, having to remember that in your time of need - everyone said that they hated you.

"And probably ..." Charlie started to finish what he was saying, "because you were the first real person who came to save me. I feel safer with you in the room." His eyes teared up, "And I feel like I've betrayed Don, by not feeling as safe with him as I do with you."

"Charlie. You are not betraying Don by feeling that way. You can't help your feelings."

Charlie chucked a bit, which turned into a slight fit of coughing. "Yeah. Exspecially my feelings."

Megan smiled sadly. Yes, his feelings. They would be very random, that was for sure. She wondered if Charlie had ever tried to put math to his bipolarism, to try and know when his mood swings would occur. He had said many times that nothing was random or by chance. She looked at her friend who was lost in a thought. "Charlie?" His eyes suddenly shot to her, "What are you thinking about?"

"57.641592653589."

Megan raised an eyebrow, "57.641...? What is that?"

Charlie's eyes were empty, "It's the total of what happened."

"...What happened?"

Suddenly his eyes were full with emotions, all kinds of them at once, "What happened to me."

Megan swallowed, "Charlie. You need to get some sleep, alright?"

He nodded, "I guess." He closed his eyes, "You won't leave, Will you?"

"No. I won't." Megan answered, knowing that she couldn't keep that promise. She patted his arm gently. "Get some rest." She waited until she knew he was asleep, then she went out into the hallway. Leaving Charlie alone.

She was almost mauled by Don and Alan.

Megan held up a commanding hand, telling them to stop asking her all the questions. She sighed, "Charlie is going through a rough time right now. And he is really confused. I've got to talk to Dr. Roland about him quickly."

"Why did he want to see you?" Alan asked, "Why didn't he want his family in the room? The people who love him?"

"Because he still thinks that you all hate him. I think I've got him to believe that no one hates him, but, like I said, he's really confused." She paused, "I need to do some things at the office, but if I'm not here when Charlie wakes up ..." She sighed.

"So, you got him to sleep?" Don asked.

Megan nodded wearily. "I'm sorry if I'm not here when he wakes up."

"Why?" Alan asked, eyebrows scruntched together in confusion.

"He." She ran her hand through her hair, "He feels safer around me than anyone else and I kinda made a promise to him that I'd be there when he woke."

Don felt like someone just punched his stomach. His brother felt safer around Megan than he did around Don. This wasn't right. Don hadn't done anything wrong. Except not be the person who first found Charlie. And he had let Charlie be taken away, right under his nose. Don sighed. "It's alright. I'll just have to explain it too him if he wakes up and you aren't there." He paused as a thought struck him. He grinned, "Or we could deal with it a different way."

Megan raised her eyebrows, "And what is that?"

Don shrugged, "While he's asleep, fill him up with happy pills. Then when he wakes up he won't care if you're there are not."

Megan scoffed, "You'd do that to him?"

Don shrugged, "Why not? He's in a lot of pain right now, he just can't tell the difference. He's emotionally unstable, so at least then he'd be stable."

Alan nodded, thinking about Don's idea. "No. We will not do that."

Don sighed. "I know. It was just a thought."

Megan nodded, "And I'll leave you both to your thoughts. I've got to go and see Dr. Roland and then go to the office."

Don and Alan watched her go in silence.

"Sure you don't want to see about those "happy pills"?" Don asked, slight smile on his face.

Alan shot Don a glare, "Would you stop joking about that."

Don sighed, "Sorry. It's just. Rough, you know?"

Alan nodded, standing up, "Yeah. I know." He stretched for a moment. "I'm going to go and take a short walk."

Don nodded, "Alright. You do that. I'm probably just going to go and sit with Charlie."

"Okay. I shouldn't be gone long." With that, Alan started walking down the hallway.

Don took a deep intake of breath as he got up, and let it out as he opened the door to his brother's hospital room.