Andy Clements quietly slipped out of his hospital room in the Children's Oncology ward and padded down the hall, dragging his IV pole along with him. His nurse, Cindy, had told him that Phoebe was back and that she probably missed him. He smiled quietly to himself, he liked Phoebe. She was his best friend and had been since they were younger and placed in the same room together. But they weren't even in the same hall anymore, he was an Osteosarcoma and she, a Leukemia. They didn't like to pair blood and bone cancers anymore, not like they used to.

He didn't like to say so, but he had an amazingly huge crush on Phoebe. The girl was three months younger than him but she always knew how to make him laugh or snort, she really was his best friend. She was the girl he gave his first kiss too.

-Flashback-

"Phoebs, are you sure we won't get in trouble?"

Andy whispered, both child-cancer patients were ducked under the nurse's station. They had snuck away from the Cancer ward's annual 'Dance', to end up here. Both kids were squished together tightly under the cramped table, but neither really seemed to mind. Andy almost smiled when he saw the mischievous twinkle in Phoebe's translucent blue eyes.

"Stop worrying, Andy! It'll be fine, I pro-."

"You look really pretty."

Andy cut her off mid-sentence, blushing slightly as he whispered his statement. Only raising his eyes in time to see little Phoebe blush scarlet and look down at her wrinkled dress, fingering the light blond wig that hung in ringlets over her shoulders. She licked her lips before she spoke again.

"Really?"

"Yeah. But you'd look better without this."

She just gaped openly at Andy as he gently reached up and pulled her light blond curly wig off of her head, then he dropped it in the chair attached to the nurse's station. Then he smiled sweetly, she was beautiful. She didn't need a wig, makeup or a pretty dress to look beautiful. She always looked the most beautiful when they were lying side by side in her hospital bed, her chest tube connected to an IV, both of them dressed in matching teddy bear hospital gowns. Phoebe just smiled a kind little smile at Andy.

"I like you a lot and it's okay if you don't like m-"

Andy was cut off as Phoebe pressed her lips to his. Her lips were soft and a little chapped but he didn't mind. It felt nice. She felt nice. It was a secret but...He wouldn't mind marrying Phoebe someday, she'd like that.

-End Flashback-

Andy finally reached Phoebe's room, only to peer inside carefully. He saw Phoebe asleep in her bed and Jimmy slumped in a chair beside her, his head resting on the foot of her bed. Both were clearly asleep. Andy padded silently over to Phoebe's bed, climbing up and slumping down beside her. He shook her shoulder gently.

"Phoebs?"

He whispered quietly, then smiled when she flicked open her bright blue eyes and gave a small smile to him. The ten year old wiped her hand across her nose before gesturing for him to hug her, Andy gladly obliged, throwing his arms around her gently. He made sure not to press their chests too close together, he didn't want to squish her chest tubes or his own port-a-cath. After the hug, he settled himself beside her and made to wake up Jimmy but Phoebe stopped him.

"Let him sleep, he was up for a while."

She sighed and Andy just nodded, Phoebe reached over and turned on the TV so they could watch what was on. It turned out to be the Lion King, both of them knew all the songs by heart so they would sing along. Quietly of course, they didn't want to wake Jimmy from his much needed nap.

"I'm getting surgery next week, Phoebs."

Andy whispered, when the conversation had finally lulled into comfortable silence. But that statement made Phoebe sit bolt upright, turning her face towards him as she studied him. If she were to be honest, he looked more healthy than she did. Why was he the one getting surgery? It wasn't fair.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She whimpered out, softly. She bit her bottom lip in worry and Andy reached over to rest a pale hand on her shoulder. He smiled his characteristic smile and even laughed a little bit.

"Because I didn't want you to worry, Phoebs. I'll be fine. It's just to remove the tumor from my back."

He explained, saying it as if it were nothing. No big deal. But it was to Phoebe, she was used to going under the knife, she was fine with it when it was her. But not Andy, never Andy. She'd thought he was in remission, that he was getting better. Had he lied to her? Why would he do that? He had never done that before.

"But you said you were getting better! You were in remission!"

Phoebe cried, she couldn't help the tears that bubbled in her eyes, she blinked them away hurried. They didn't help her, they were just a distraction. Seven year cancer patients didn't cry, they just fought on and survived. Andy just stared at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Why did you lie, Andy?! Why...did...you...lie?!"

Phoebe growled at her best friend, who just stared at her in total and utter shock. The eleven year old boy just raised his hand in surrender but Phoebe gestured to the door. Andy did try to reason with her though.

"Phoebs..."

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM ANDY!"

The ten year old screamed and Andy nodded, slipping out of the bed and padding out of the room quietly. Leaving Phoebe to burst into tears and cry into her pillow. Fuck...life...fuck...death...fuck stupid cancer!