A/N: I am so so so so so so so so so so so so SO sorry! I know it's been forever and everything, and I don't really have an excuse other than I had homework and I'm lazy. I'm not replying to reviews for this story, as it's going to be short and there's really not a point if the majority of them just say update soon because I'm lazy.

Anyway, SOTC from last chapter: See You Again by Carrie Underwood (what this is named after).

This chapter will either be super long or super short (I don't know yet) but bear with me. I think all of you will like it.

-Maximumride732

CHAPTER THREE

Isaac POV:

I heard Hazel breathe, which is about I could do, for about a minute before her heart monitor went crazy and she we were pushed out of her room. My dad later described her as "blue lipped with tubes everywhere."

It's been around four hours (I'm just guessing here; don't ask the blind guy for the time). I sighed and twiddled my thumbs, which is what I've been doing for the past four-or-so hours. I didn't even know how to feel: no one had come out to tell us if she was stable yet.

I felt a strong hand clap my shoulder. "Isaac, bud? How are you feeling?" It was Hazel's dad. His voice sounded like it'd been crying, and I didn't know what to say. I shrugged and said, "I've been better." That earned a broken chuckle from him. "What about you, sir? How are you doing?" I heard him sigh. "Well, I just hope that Hazel pulls through. I'm glad you and your mom brought her here in time for her to go to the ICU."

After Mr. Lancaster walked away, I said, "Mom?" My mother's footsteps came rushing to where I was. "Isaac, honey? Is everything okay?" I nodded. "What time is it? How long have we been sitting here?" I wanted to know about how much longer it would be, but I already knew that none of us knew the answer. "It's about seven, honey. We've been sitting here for about five hours, but your father and Graham left. Graham couldn't stand sitting here for so long. Do you want anything to eat?" "No, Mom, I really don't. I don't want to do anything knowing that my best friend could be joining my other best friend in the aspect that neither of them have to 'suffer from personhood'," I said, quoting how Gus explained to me that Caroline died.

"Honey, Hazel will be fine. You need to eat. Please?" I shook my head. "I'm not hungry Mom. Please just let me sit here in misery." I heard her sigh and sit down next to me. "Isaac, listen to me. Listen. Hazel will be fine. Absolutely fine. Okay?"

That's when I snapped. "How do you know, Mom? That's what you said before Gus died. 'Gus will be fine, sweetie. Just eat, Isaac.' I'm so sick of all of this. Just let me sit here, okay? I can't handle this right now, and I don't need you telling me everything will be 'fine' when I'm facing reality and saying everything's not fine, okay?" My voice broke at the word okay. Okay was Hazel and Gus's word. It was like Mon and I's always. Both of them were done. Mine, because Monica broke my heart. Hazel's, because cancer had to kill Gus. And now it's killing Hazel.

We sat there for what seemed like another eternity when I heard, "Hazel? Hazel Lancaster?" for the second time. My mom helped me up and towards the nurse. Once Hazel's family and I were all there, the nurse sighed. "I'm sorry, but Hazel isn't expected to survive much longer. She probably only has half an hour or less. Go see her, I beg you. She needs her family and friends."

And that was all it took for tears to spill over uncontrollably. I fell into who I knew was my mother and heard the echoing sobs of Hazel's parents, my parents, and me. That sound will haunt me forever. The sound of broken parents.

We were led to her room again, and I heard her voice, fragile. "Mom? I don't want to die." She sounded broken, too, but not as broken as all of us. I sobbed, and my mom led me into the chair on one side of her hospital bed, and I heard Hazel's parents on the other side. I reached around for her hand, and she grabbed mine and squeezed it. "It's okay, Isaac. Really. I'll be fine."

She talked to her parents for a while before her breathing became labored, but she used the rest of her strength to tell us her last words. "I think this is it. I'm ready," she said. "I love all of you. Please don't be upset about me. This is just a metaphor or something to show how strong love is. If Augustus were here, he'd have something like that to say. But really, I'll be okay. I just want you to know that I love all of you. I just need this, and I need Gus. He's waiting for me. I know it. I'm ready. I-"

A/N: *Cackles* You're welcome.