Simon's POV

It had been two hours since the attack. And we were all sitting in the living room quietly trying to watch some TV. But after what happened to Theodore, my little brother, I just can't think straight anymore. All I cared about is how was Theodore? Is he going to be OK? Did he wake up yet? All these questions have been going through my mind ever since it happened. And are yet to be answered.

I took a look at everyone around me. Since Dave is with Theodore at the hospital, it's just me, Jeanette, Brittany, Eleanor, Alvin and Miss Miller.

I took a look at Miss Miller first. She was reading a book and looked slightly worried at the same time. I think I'm not the only one worried about Theodore here. Of course not. Miss Miller has been our carer for Dave when he was working. She looks at us like we are her sons. Just like her girls.

I then took a look at Alvin. He didn't look very interested in TV at the moment. He looked very deep in thought. He's probably thinking about Theodore. He began to have this look of anger on his face. So he definitely is thinking about Theodore.

I moved on to look at Brittany. She looked very worried and concerned as she looked at Alvin. I could tell she cared about him. And I know she is worried about Theodore too. She treats him just like her brother. As does Theodore looks at her like she is his big sister.

Next was Eleanor. She looked like she wasn't paying attention to anything. Poor girl looked so worried about Theodore. I know for a fact that she likes Theodore. And that he likes her back too. It would be no surprise if they hook up when he makes it...IF he makes it.

And last, but not least. I set my eyes on the most delicate flower sitting next to me. My best friend, Jeanette. Who I have grown to like. And now love. In anyone's eyes she looked like a mess right now. But in mine she was the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eye on. I knew she was worried about Theodore. And maybe even Eleanor.

"Are you OK, Jeanette?" I asked her slightly worried about her.

She only looked at me sadly. "I-I'm just so worried, Simon. About Theodore, about Eleanor. I know she likes Theodore. And it's hard for me to see her like this. And I know Brittany feels the same way." She looked down at her hands on her lap.

I moved my arm over her head and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Hey. No matter what happens just know I'll be there for you. I don't want anything to happen to you Jeanette." I told her softly.

"Do-do you think Theodore is going to make it, Simon?" She asked me as she slowly turned her head towards me.

I didn't want to let hers or my hopes up. I sighed and stared into those beautiful purple mixed with blue eyes. "I-I don't know Jeanette. One can only hope." I told her.

She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. My heart automatically sped up and I slowly moved my hands to her waist hugging her tight as I rested my head on top of hers.

I wanted to spend forever like this. Knowing the girl of my dreams was in my arms made me feel much better than before.

"Hopefully Theodore will be OK and everything can go back to normal again. Well, almost normal again." She told me.

We were both like this for a few more minutes before the phone rang. Miss Miller went to answer it. We all looked at her as she answered.

"Hello?"

We all looked at each other before turning our attention back to Miss Miller.

"Oh OK. Alright I'll tell them. Bye now." She put the phone down and turned to us.

"Who was that Miss Miller?" Eleanor asked.

She looked at all of us before she sighed. "That was Dave."

I felt so nervous now. What did Dave want? What's going on?

"What did he say?" Brittany asked her.

She smiled. "Theodore is alive and well."

We all took a loud sigh of relief.

"So we can go see him?" Alvin asked her hopefully.

She nodded. "You may see him tomorrow morning. Opening times are at 10:00. We are leaving at 10:30."

Since it was a Saturday tomorrow that gave us a lot of time to spend with Theodore at the hospital.

"Now kids. Go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And you all need your sleep." She told us.

She didn't even need to tell us where to sleep. We knew ourselves from the sleepovers we have at each other's house. The girls and Miss Miller would be sleeping in their own bedrooms and we would be sleeping in the spare room.

I couldn't wait to see Theodore again. And I know neither could Alvin or Eleanor. And of course Jeanette and Brittany.

YAAY! Theodore is OK! :) Review!