Hey Hi Hello everyone! See, I'm not dead! Sorry for kind of falling off the face of the Writing Earth for about ever. I have had the biggest case of writer's block that you WILL NOT believe, and only for this story. Sorry 'bout that.

I'M BACK. THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. LET'S FINISH THIS STORY.

~Gloyd P.O.V

It's funny how every time you're in a life changing hurry, everyone else seems to be taking their good ol' time. I veered onto the highway just to get caught in the middle of bumper to motherfucking bumper traffic. I had honked for the 20th time in about 30 minutes when I finally arrived at the hospital. My hands were shaking violently by the time I turned my car off, and it took me 4 tries just to get out of my seatbelt. Running into the emergency entrance and making my way to Rancis's room, it felt to me like something was off. Yeah, sure, the blonde was on the other side of the door fighting for his life, but it felt stranger than that. I slowly opened the door to the hospital room, where Rancis was sitting in his bed, seemingly unharmed. He was clutching his pillow with a look of terror on his face, but other than that, he looked fine. "Rancis, what's wrong?" I asked, approaching the hospital bed. He shook his head violently and clutched the pillow tighter. I froze in the middle of the room. "What's wrong?" I repeated. Still no response. That was, until the door behind me slammed shut. I spun around to see the blonde emerging from the shadows.

"Taffyta?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. "How did you get here before me? The highway was packed!"

"Well, you can thank Swizzle for causing a bit of...commotion out there. Knowing you'd think the highway's the fastest route, I took the street way. Sure, it's longer, but with the traffic, I made it here in expert time." She laughed. "Gave me just enough time to strike up an excellent conversation with your boyfriend here." She nodded towards Rancis, and I made a protective step between them. She laughed again. "Ooh, trying to play Mr. Tough Guy today, huh? That's not going to work today, Orangeboar." She smiled wickedly at me as Rancis started coughing violently. I pivoted and hurried over to him.

"Rancis, what's wrong?" I asked him, holding his hand and rubbing circles on his back as he coughed.

"It's the pumpkin, Gloyd. She made me eat more." He wheezed, gripping my hand with one of his and covering his mouth with the other. When he regained composure, he slowly removed his hand from his mouth. Drops of blood were strewn about on his hand. The two of us exchanged nervous glances before looking at the cackling blonde in front of us. I ignored the girl and turned back to Rancis.

"Where's your medicine? The one in the bag?" I asked, and the blonde pointed a shaky finger to Taffyta as he started up in another fit of horrid coughing.

"You mean this?" She asked, holding up an IV that was labeled "Allergy Treatment." She giggled when my eyes grew wide and then narrow as I glared daggers at her.

"Taffyta. This isn't funny. Give it back." I seethed, holding out my hand for the bag.

"You see, that's exactly what I thought when he decided he was going to come in and snatch you away from me!" She yelled, glaring at a scared looking Rancis. I stepped between them once again.

"I wasn't happy with our relationship, and you knew that! That's why you started dating Swizzle behind my back!" I yelled back.

"You were still mine, and he doesn't have any right to take you from me." She hissed.

"I'm not some fucking object you can own! I moved on, Taff, and you should too. Just please give me the bag." I pleaded, hearing the blonde behind me go from painful coughing to vomiting as I heard the rustling of a trashcan. The blonde girl must've noticed too, because she stared at him with a grin on her face.

"You know, once he's puked up the last of that expensive dinner you bought him, he'll have a seizure before he passes out for good." she smiled wider. I lunged for the bag, and she took a step back. "Watch it, Orangeboar. If I apply enough pressure to this, your precious remedy will go spilling everywhere."

"What do you want, Taffyta?!" I screamed, getting desperate.

"Go back out with me." She said, turning her sadistic smile to me.

"Why? Don't you have you precious boy toy Swizzle?" She scoffed.

"Oh, please. I have him wrapped around my finger. He does everything I tell him to, and if he followed my directions tonight, he should be dead by morning. I'm not taking one step in school without a boyfriend."

"Are you serious?!"

"As an allergy attack." She smirked at me. "Go back out with me. Look your boyfriend in the face, tell him that you hate him, you never want to see him again, and go back out with me."

"Why are you doing this to me?! I finally found someone that makes me truly happy, and you try and take him away from me?!" I screamed, built up emotions from the past weeks came rolling out in the form of tears. "Please. Just give me the bag. Please." I reached for the bag once again, and she rolled her eyes.

"Look at you, Gloyd! You've only been with him for weeks! The old Gloyd wouldn't dare cry in front of anyone, and yet, here you are, breaking down. And for what? For some pesky little brat?" She screamed, and the door behind her slammed open.

"What is going on in here?!" Two burly paramedics asked.

"She took this man's medicine in an attempt to kill him!" I cried over dramatically. Taffyta handed the bag over quickly to one of the men as the other "escorted" her out. The man gave the IV to me and I quickly hooked it back up to it's proper place. Rancis arms and legs had slowly begun to twitch and jerk, showing the beginning signs of a seizure. After making sure everything was connected properly, I hurried over to the bedside.

"Everything's going to be alright." I cooed, stroking the side of the blonde's pale face. His movements began to slow after a few minutes, and he blinked a couple times before looking up at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later. How ya feeling?" I replied, still stroking his face. He squinted at me before looking himself over. He looked back at me with a smirk on his face.

"My right foot's asleep." He said, pointing to his toes wiggling under the blanket. "But other than that, I couldn't be better."

"That's good." I laughed. "From what do you remember?" The blonde squinted at me again, like an old man trying to remember details to his story he was telling.

"Today's our anniversary." he smiled. "We were walking downtown after a lovely dinner, and you got mad at me randomly. I went into the road for some reason, and then I see headlights." He squeezed his eyes shut as if bracing for the impact again. His eyes snapped open and looked frantically at me again. "Where's Pumpkin?" He suddenly sat up in bed, looking around hastily.

"Pumpkin? You're allergic to pumpkin." I said, trying to ease him back down. He just shook his head.

"Not the food. The bear. Isn't that what I went into the road for? Where is he?" He continued to scan the room until he landed on the seat behind me. I turned to see the stuffed bear looking at us. I picked it up and handed it to the blonde.

"I'm really sorry for all of this, ButterCup. I thought you were planning on going back to Vannellope, and I kind of flipped. It's my fault you're in here." I said, running my fingers through the dark brown curls of the bear's fur.

"We're alright now, and that's all that matters, isn't it?" He asked me, and I nodded. "Now, I bought this for you. A pumpkin for my pumpkin. Treat him like you'd treat me. Okay?" He played with the bear for a bit longer before handing it off to me. I took it gratefully.

"I love it, and I love you. Happy anniversary." I smiled at him.

"Happy anniversary."

That's literally one of the sappiest endings I've ever written.

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~Alix