A/N: So I gotta say, I was a little disappointed with the amount of reviews I received on my last two chapters. Could you please try to comment more? Would you comment more if I asked you for ideas? I would love to incorporeate them into the storyline!

Spencer POV

A sob choked up Spencer's chest at the truthful look in the nurse's eyes. Shouldn't she have felt something, anything, to show her he was really gone? Why did she still feel like herself?

"I'm sorry." The woman repeated. Spencer read her name on her shirt tag as Dr. Azoulay. "But the treatments, and the chemo were just too much."

Spencer froze at the words. Toby didn't have cancer... Was this a mix up?

"We are talking about... Toby Cavannaugh, right?" Spencer voiced.

Dr. Azoulay's face went pale. "T-Toby CAVANNAUGH? I though you were asking about Toby Carlby!"

Spencer felt her heart lift. "Toby isn't dead?"

The nurse held up a finger. "Let me check." She disappeared out of the doorway.

"Speaking of which, why was TOBY stabbed with you?" Aria spoke up. "Weren't you supposed to keep your distance?"

"I did!" Spencer argued. "He came knocking, not me!"

"Really?" Hanna rolled her eyes.

"It was just a freaky coincidence he was there!"

"Okay." Emily commented. "I believe you." Spencer looked at her in surprise, and Emily shrugged. "You were honest."

"But what does Alison have to do with A at all?" Aria wondered.

Spencer gulped."I haven't told you the best part yet. Ali told me she'd been in Rosewood."

Emily hitched her beige purse higher up her shoulder. "I have to go." She blurted. Mumbling something about Maya, and breakfast, she retreated out of the hospital.

The brunette in bed turned her stare to the blonde.

"She doesn't actually have a date with Maya." Hanna informed her. "She can't take the fact that Alison wasn't the good person Emily still believes she was."

"So, is Alison... A?" Aria asked the two remaining girls.

"I think-" Spencer broke off as Dr. Azoulay entered the room. "Is he okay?"

Her eyes were sparkling. "Yes, and he's actually asked to see a specific Spencer Hastings. Can you walk?"

Spencer nodded. Walking to Toby's room while recovering from stab wounds was hard, but not as hard as not seeing him. When she came to his door, her heart pounded when she saw that he really was awake.

"Toby?"

The blue-eyed boy raised his head wearily, but still smiled when he saw Spencer. "Hey." He rasped out weakly.

"Oh God." Spencer whispered, staring at him. She sat lightly on the side of his bed. He had a light gash across his cheek, and she didn't know how badly he was cut up underneath the blankets covering him.

"I'm so sorry." She choked out.

"Don't be."

"But you got STITCHES because of me!" She broke down, tears sliding down her bruised cheeks.

"So? I'm alive, aren't I? And you are too." Toby paused before continuing."I'm glad you're still here. If you'd died and I lived, it wouldn't seem fair."

"Toby-"

"No, I have to get this out. You're the one who has something to live for without me. I've got nothing else. The outcast usually doesn't get many choices."

Spencer sniffled, lying down so that all of both their bodies were facing each other. She looked deeply into his eyes, so he knew she meant each word. "That's where you're wrong, Mister Cavannaugh. I wouldn't have anything else either." Then she kissed him.

When she touched her lips to his, fireworks seemed to ignite from her fingers to her toes. Injuries forgotten, their only problem was getting close enough.

Spencer wrapped her left leg around Toby's, pulling the rest of them together. Her hands snaked around his neck, while his wrapped around the small of her back, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, and he instantly responded. Kissing him was magical, it erased all doubts and fears from her mind. And to Spencer Hastings, it was a miracle.