A.N.- Okay, I love how you are all commenting. I'd like to let you know that the bits of hair falling out are from her pregnancy… the hormonal imbalance... just thought I'd let you guys know that… I know that the chemicals due to chemotherapy are the reason you lose your hair, but I wanted to make sure that I added let you all know that there was a method to my madness…

This Is a long chapter. I'm sorry.

WARNING: This chapter is a tearjerker, it is also an "I'm about to reach in that story and slap insert character name here" let's just not slap the author….

"I'm scared mommy." Said a small raspy voice

"I know baby, but don't worry, the angels will take care of you, and you can look down on me and take care of me here" said a young tearful female voice.

"I'm sorry I took the cookies from the cookies jar." The little voice rasped out.

"Shhh baby, don't talk." Replied the woman, her tears catching in her throat and causing her voice to falter

"I love you mommy" Said the small voice.

"I love you too baby." Said the woman before letting out a wail of agony as the machines let out a mournful steady note, before being shut off.

Tommy's head swirled as he sat up in bed. His confusion deepened as he looked at white walls and a curtain. He coughed up phlegm and heard the wail from the curtain next to him. He sat up hesitantly, and looked in the part of the room hidden by the white and blue striped curtain. A lovely young woman leaned over the bed of a small little boy, crying, as she held the little boy's hand, and then gently placed his hands in an angelic position on his chest. Tommy coughed again and this time the woman jumped and looked at him, shocked.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you" Tommy started "My name is Tom Quincy, and I was wondering if you were alright, or if you needed to talk to someone." The woman looked at her feet and then nodded. Tommy smiled and motioned for her tom come and sit on his hospital bed. "What's your name?" he asked

"My name is Gina McArdles. I don't usually tell people about my life, but I just need to let this all go. That little boy is-no, was- my son."

She paused for a moment as tears flowed down her already tear-streamed cheeks.

"He's seven. When he was two years old, the doctors told me that he had a malignant tumor in his stomach. It was then that his father, my boyfriend from high school, left. He'd said it was 'too hard to deal with' and walked out on me. I was just over seventeen then. I've been raising him on welfare ever since. My family has been very kind, offering care, and financial help. I just turned twenty two about a month ago. That was when the doctors told me my son had a deadline."

Her next two sentences were laden with bitter sarcasm. "They told me that my son had a two month expiration date. And that I was to take him home until he became very sick. They needed the beds for patients who were able to be cured. I watched my son die in his room. His hair was gone from the chemo, his spirit gone from the cancer; he looked like a holocaust survivor, except I knew he wasn't going to survive. He had few friends over, but still insisted on going to school. He wanted to be strong, and he was. He let me cry on his shoulders so many times." She was sobbing now. "I don't think I've ever met a sweeter gentler boy. And I don't know what I'd do without him." She slowly regained her composure. "Anyways the doctors told me about three hours that I'd need to call in my family. He was barely alive on life support. I called everyone, including his father. They all came to say their goodbyes, and his father brought his new trophy bride. He said goodbye to each of them, but when it was my turn, he apologized for stealing cookies from the cookie jar, and his last words to me were 'I love you mommy'." Gina was wailing now, and Tommy wrapped his arm around her to console her. She was rocking back and forth crying out words like "my baby!" Tommy was slightly grateful when her family came in to help her home. She stopped next to the bed of the angel child, and rested her hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead. She was sobbing silently as she whispered to her dead son "I love you baby, protect that man in the bed next to you. I think he needs you more than I do." She kissed his forehead one more time, and was escorted sobbing from the room by her weeping family.

Tommy left the room and went down to visit Jude, He still was confined to a wheelchair because of his concussion, and he rolled down the hall into Jude's room. She was sleeping, her blonde hair surrounding her head like a halo. Pure purple orchids, breathtaking red roses, and stunning orange tiger lilies were arranged in various vases around the room. Tommy leaned in to see her and stroked her hair while he sat in his wheelchair.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. It's the bastard traitor." A steely voice rang out in the cold room. Tommy got chills up his spine can could've sworn the room temperature dropped at least ten degrees. Sadie Harrison, the queen of cold walked right in and sat on Tommy's lap.

"Sadie, get off me. I'm Jude's now." She advanced towards his lips until he shouted "SADIE!" Finally she kissed him. His hands were pinned under her denim clad butt, and he couldn't pull back. When Jude heard the shout she rolled awake slowly and looked around the room to see Tommy and Sadie. Her parched throat made it hard to say anything so she said the one thing that made the most sense.

"Tommy?" At this Sadie released Tommy from the kiss. She pecked his cheek quickly, and as she walked out the door, with a smirk that could freeze ice in hell, she loudly shouted over her shoulder; "I can't wait till you're able to come to bed again Q-baby"

After she left Tommy turned to Jude and she said the two words that turned his heart to stone "Get. Out." Tommy stammered in, "Jude! It wasn't- I didn't- Jude!" She looked him in the eye. Steely cold blue eyes meeting steely cold blue eyes, both full of pride. "Get. Out. Now."

"Jude"

"Out" This time Jude pointed out the door, and rolled over to look out the window. She dealt a swift blow to his ego and his heart in her next phrase.

"You can always have Sadie come and entertain you while I die slowly."

"Jude"

"Just go" she said with a finalization to her words. He wheeled himself out of the room, and when she made sure he was gone, she started sobbing. Jude failed to notice the steel blue eyes of the Ice Queen herself, to her own surprise, found filling with tears outside Jude's doorway.