AN: I'm weak! I broke! I wanted you all to know what I know! LOL, enjoy ^_^

It took me two days to talk to Leo about our kiss. In those two days, lots of things happened.

After Jordi and I had chemo the first day, I went to my room to take a nap. Halfway through my nap however I woke up feeling as though I was going to vomit. I had just enough time to press the nurse call button before I had to rush to the bathroom and puke my guts out. Brittany came to me.

"Oh, are you okay?" she asked, pulling my hair back for me as I continued to vomit.

"I – haven't – even – eaten anything!" I stopped every word or so to gag or vomit up stomach acid. I had not realized that was even possible until this very moment. It burned my throat so bad I started to cry. "Please make it stop." I cried in a lull in my gagging and puking.

"Alright, Kenji get Nurse Jackson and Dr. McAndrew." She ordered. I hadn't noticed Kenji standing behind her. Brittany sat with me, holding my hair until I had nothing left to throw up. Then she offered me the towel to wipe my face.

"What's wrong?" Dr. McAndrew came rushing in, followed closely behind by Nurse Jackson and Kenji. "Alright, start her with aprepitant and see if that helps. And make sure we rehydrate her." Dr. McAndrew ordered to Kenji, who hopped right to it.

"Come on, let's get you into bed." Brittany suggested, and with the help of Nurse Jackson that's what they did.

"Don't worry, Piper. Nausea is a completely normal side effect of your chemo. We'll start sending you down with some hard candy to suck on. It helps sometimes. We're also going to start monitoring how much you drink a lot more. And, unfortunately we're going to have to put you on a liquid diet until we're sure the aprepitant works. We don't want you cutting up your throat if it doesn't." Nurse Jackson explained as she made me comfortable.

Kenji came back with an IV and they hooked me up to it. "I put the medicine in here for today. If it works you won't need the IV tomorrow. But you'll have to take this daily just to be safe." He explains.

Once the nurses cleared out I noticed Emma and Kara standing in the doorway. "Hey." I said in a hoarse voice.

"Hey, are you okay? We saw everyone rushing to you and we got scared." Emma says as they enter.

"I just puked my guts up. Like literally, I'm positive I don't have a stomach anymore."

"I'm sorry."

"Ew."

"I'm okay, except that I'm now on a liquid diet for a while and my throat feels like hell."

"We're glad you're okay. Do want us to get you anything?" Emma offered.

"I can bring you like a pillow or whatever if you promise not to barf on it." Kara added.

"No, guys. I'm okay, promise. I'm just tired. I think I'm gonna try to sleep."

"Okay." They left and I drifted off fairly quickly afterwards.

The next day I was feeling better. I hadn't slept through the night that great because I was woken for an IV change and then just to be checked on, but I was still better. I went for my CAT scan early and then was greeted in my room by my dad.

"Hey!" I smiled.

"Hey sweetheart! How are you doing today? Dr. McAndrew called me yesterday to tell me about the nausea." He looked me over with tired and worried eyes.

"I'm fine. The medicine is working like a dream and I only puked for like two minutes tops." I reassured him, wishing McAndrew wouldn't worry him over little things like that.

"I see you've been enjoying your piano. That Leo boy is something, isn't he?" Dad smiled, looking at the piano. When we'd first gotten it he had thought the color was a ridiculous one for a piano. But the moment I'd seen it I knew it was the only one for me. Tardis blue, bigger on the inside, and actually older than it looked.

I found it online; some older lady had been selling it. She said she never played anymore and had no use for it, but she didn't want something so full of memories to just sit and rot, or worse, be turned to fire wood. So I stole it. No, I'm just kidding, we paid for it, but we got it for a steal. Fixed up the paint and ran away to music land together. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

"Dad, can we not talk about him right now?" I sighed, not feeling like explaining just how 'something' Leo really was right in that moment.

"Okay, I'm dropping it." He smiled. "I have some good news though. Your mom got her vacation time approved. She'll be able to come home for a month starting Friday."

"Really?" I smiled, and teared up a bit. I hadn't actually seen my mom in the flesh for months. She had gotten a really good job several states away, but with my school being as prestigious as it was neither of my parents wanted to risk derailing the path for my future. So they made a hard decision. My mom got an apartment in Colorado and my dad and I stayed behind so I could finish high school here. I was going to Julliard when I graduated anyway, my dad could just move to Colorado with mom once high school was over. It had been so simple. Until all this happened.

"I know, I miss her too." Dad hugged me. "So, are you in school in here?"

"Yeah, I mean sort of. I do chemo every three days so I miss a lot, but it's not hard to catch up. I have a great group of friends to help out."

"That's good. Oh, I got the stuff you asked me to bring." He held up a bag.

Every time my dad came I remembered things to help make the room feel more like mine and I asked him to bring them. He always obliged me and never forgot anything. Last time I'd asked him for sheets and a blanket. This time I asked him for my iPod, iHome, and some curtains, since the curtains the hospital provided were a beige depressing mess in my opinion.

I had also asked if I was allowed to paint my room, to which I was given a firm no. But I was told I could feel free to hang up posters and pictures, so two and a half weeks into my stay at Ocean Park I was finally feeling more at home in my room.

My dad stayed his usual hour before he had to head off to run some errands. Or at least that was his usual excuse. I personally thought an hour was all he could handle before he got sad and he didn't want me to see him sad about my situation.

After he left I changed my curtains amid fussing from Nurse Jackson for standing on a chair instead of just asking someone to do it for me. Though, after she finished fussing she did take the old curtains away for me. Then I plugged in my iHome, placed my iPod in it and turned on one of my new favorite bands, Bastilles.

I lay on my bed and spent the rest of the day drowning in the music I had spent years collecting. The whole time I stared at my ceiling I thought of Leo and what I was going to say to him when we finally talked again.

The next day I woke up sort of late. Not really late since it was only ten in the morning, but later than I had been waking up recently. My body was becoming used to the hospital's schedule. I got out of bed, showered and dressed for the day.

It was one of those days where there was no class, no scans and no chemo, which meant the whole day was mine. I had no idea what to do with it though. I played a bit of piano, if you consider playing for an hour a bit. Then I got up and left the room. I decided I was going to confront Leo and have the talk I had been sort of dreading, and sort of longing for.

When I got to his room he was with Jordi and Dash. "Hey, guy." I greet them.

"Hey." They all reply in unison.

"Okay, that's not weird." I note. "Hey Leo, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah." He says, looking at the other two. "Let's take a walk." He suggests, grabbing his crutches and moving towards me.

We walk in silence for only a moment before I start talking. "So, I'm done freaking out." I joke.

"That's good. It only took two days which is nice." He jokes back. "What did you decide?"

"I need you to understand why I'm so hesitant about this." I turn to look at him and we stop walking.

"Okay."

"The thing is, where my tumor is makes it difficult for me to want to start anything with you. Dr. McAndrew says that not a lot has changed since I started chemo, which means it hasn't grown, but it also hasn't gotten smaller. So chances are getting pretty high that I'll be going into surgery to have this thing removed."

"Yeah, but I broke up with Emma because of my big surgery, and I regretted it before I realized we were better as friends anyway. I'm not going to let you push me away because you're scared of what might happen."

"I'm not scared of what might happen. I could die tomorrow for all we know. I'm scared of what I know will happen and that's what I need you to understand. Because of where my tumor is I'm going to lose my ability to walk, talk, and move my arms if they have to cut it out. I'll basically be a conscious vegetable." I explain. "I won't be able to do anything for myself for a long time. That's a lot for me to deal with already, I can't ask you to deal with it too."

"You realize that I'd be dealing with it anyway, because you're my friend too and I wouldn't just disappear on you."

"Yeah, but I don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me. What happens if it becomes too much and you need to walk away?"

"That's not going to happen."

"You don't know that and I'm not sure I want to you to have to find out. I won't be me anymore after this surgery, not really anyway. I'll be some sad version of me. We won't be able to talk or go on walks together. I'll be different, I'll be –"

"Piper!" An all too familiar voice calls out to me from down the hall. I turn to see who it is and stare in shock.

"Trevor!?"