AN: Hey everyone, just a quick update on the chapters. I believe that at this rate, there will MAYBE be around 4 or 5 chapters left of this story including this one. I'm not sure if I should do a sequel or not though. Anyways, we were at the point where Andre and Robbie are in the hospital, and Tori just got news that Andre isn't doing as well as Robbie.

Oh, by the way, there are some Cabbie moments in this chapter, for you Cabbie shippers.

Disclaimer: Not Dan Schneider. I'm just a high school student.

Too Late?

Beck's POV:

Oh man, what have I done? Beat up two of my close friends over something that never happened, that's what. Why did I have to jump to all those false conclusions earlier? Why? I should have known all along that Andre wasn't such a low person like that. And I should have stopped the fight when Robbie tried to break it up. But no, I just had to keep going. I just had to beat both of them unconscious. And yet here I am, sitting at Robbie's bedside, along with Jade, Cat, and his parents, waiting for him to awake, mentally punching myself over all I've caused. The fact that none of the others will speak to me certainly doesn't help matters. But I don't care about any of that now. No, I wouldn't leave the hospital until I made sure Robbie and Andre were okay.

But wait, Andre. All this time I haven't even gone to see him yet. I know he'll probably hate me after this, but I needed to know that he was okay. We all did.

"Wait," I speak up, barely earning acknowledgement from everyone else, "we haven't even went to see Andre yet."

And even though she refused to speak to me, Jade got up and walked out of the room, down the hall towards Andre's room. I followed, bracing myself for the worst. Cat, however, stayed, wanting to see Robbie when he awoke.

Jade's POV:

Beck was right. Pissed off as I was at him, I completely forgot about Andre. Never before did I ever think I would be so worried for Robbie, let alone tear up and sniffle at the sight of him lying in a hospital bed. I guess after working with him, I got to see that he wasn't the annoying guy I thought of him to be after all. No, this time I was genuinely concerned about him. But seeing how Cat volunteered to watch him until he was awake (of course), and seeing how the doctor claims that Robbie is doing well, I'm gonna go check up on Andre. Besides, wasn't he my main concern to begin with?

The first thing I noticed when I neared the room was the sound of crying, and whispering words of apology, followed by begging of forgiveness. Looking inside, I could see that it was Tori, head buried in her lap, as she sat in a chair beside Andre's bed. Even in this situation, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and find it ironic, how she willingly helped cause all this, and is now crying about it, with Andre's family sitting nearby, giving her disapproving looks and glares.

The second thing I noticed when I first stepped into the room was Andre's beaten, seemingly lifeless body. I gasped as I took in the view: his arms, legs, and parts of his face were covered in bandages, some of which were stained with dried blood. He had a black eye (or so I thought), his entire body looked bruised, and he was hooked up to several tubes and wires, which led to machines and I.V. units arranged around the bed.

Hesitantly, I walked in and pulled a chair up beside Vega, followed by Beck. As much as I wanted to totally cut both of them up at the moment or just be far away from them as possible, I also knew that I wouldn't be able to leave this room without making sure Andre was okay. Now, I know that makes it seem that I have feelings for him, but he was one of the closest and only friends I had, and so I wanted him to be okay as much as everyone else did. But seeing how it is now, that may not be the case.

That last thought was too much to stomach, and as much as I tried to suppress the feelings, the tears and sniffles from earlier found me again. Only this time, they became sobs. And no matter how much I tried to suppress them or hide them, I couldn't. Never before this day, did I think I would be crying for anyone except Beck. Beck – the person who was the lead cause of all this. It's amazing how the person you would cry for could quickly turn into the person who made you cry in no time flat.

"Jade, it's okay," I heard Beck whisper, before attempting to lift my chin to face him. I however, slapped his hand away before he could.

"Don't touch me! If it hadn't been for you jumping to conclusions, none of this would have happened!" Right after I said that, I felt bad about it, especially when I saw that Beck had his own tears rolling down his cheeks. Surely, he was just as pained about this as the rest of us, even though he tried to hide it.

I looked back down at Andre, as my eyes glazed over the equipment around the bed once more. I froze when I noticed just how abnormally his heart was beating as seen and heard from the line and bleep of the heart monitor. I was no doctor. I wasn't even decent at understanding biology. But it was pretty obvious that something wasn't right…

"Pardon me everyone, but I'm afraid that I'll have to ask you to get out, NOW. We have an urgent operation to perform."

I turned around in my chair, and saw Dr. Reed from earlier walk in the door, leading his team of two other doctors and five nurses. They were all out of breath, as if they'd just rushed here, and all had matching, panicked facial expressions.

"H-how is he, doctor?" Beck asked him, nervously, only for the doctor to display a somber face. This couldn't possibly be good.

Cat's POV:

"R-Robbie, p-please wake up," I choked out, between sobs, as I sat beside his bed.

I haven't managed to stop the tears ever since we've got here to the hospital. Never before have I ever been this mad at Beck. No, in fact, like Tori, I used to have a small crush on him. I mean, upon first impression, he's just plain handsome, sweet, and friendly. But after this, I don't think I could ever think of him that way. How could Beck think of Andre in such a way? Now, due to plain ignorance on his behalf, two of our closest friends are in the hospital. Yes, I was furious with Beck.

But more than anything, I hated myself. I hated that I helped beat up Andre when all he's ever been to all of us – Jade included – was a true friend. I hated that I could have easily backed out and stopped this. But most of all, I hated that the love of my life was lying in front of me, scratched, bruised, and unconscious. With each bleep of the heart monitor that sat to the side, it became harder and harder to not just punch myself – literally. It also became easier and easier to accept the death glares Robbie's parents were still giving me every time I looked over my shoulder.

Yes, I, Caterina Valentine was in love with Robbie Shapiro. I have no idea when or how it started. All I know is that he is the perfect guy for me. So what if almost everyone else thinks he's a nerd; he was too good for all of them. Heck, they never even gave him a chance to show who he really was. But luckily, I wasn't that ignorant of a person, and so I really got to know him. Well, at least, I wasn't until now.

Robbie was in the hospital beaten up. And I blamed no one more than myself. Robbie was always so sweet to me before, so why did I have to give him this? I would do anything to switch spots with him at this moment. Even though the doctor told us he should be awake any time now, it still didn't make the guilt any easier to tolerate.

Deciding to see how Andre was doing, I stood up and turned around. I was just about to walk away out of the room, when I heard a soft voice call out to me.

"Cat?"

I immediately spun around at the familiar voice – the once I've fallen in love with. Any sadness that I possessed immediately got washed away as I looked at Robbie, who was now sitting up, and locked gazes with his now open eyes. All my previous facial expressions were immediately replaced with what must have been the biggest smile I've ever worn.

"Robbie! You're okay!" I squeal happily, as I give him a big, tight hug. I didn't ever want to let him go at this point – I couldn't take seeing him hurt like that again.

"Cat…I…can't breathe!" Robbie manages to choke out, which caused me to release him. Still, I couldn't stop smiling, that Robbie was alright. Now I could go spread the news to my friends, who were all checking on Andre.

Wait. I didn't even go and see if Andre was okay yet! All this time I've been so pre-occupied with thoughts about whether Robbie was okay or not, that I didn't even go and walk by Andre's room! So, I give Robbie one more quick hug before leaving him with his parents, who were just as happy to see him awake and well, and jogged out of his room towards Andre's.

When I was almost there, I could see Jade, Beck, and Tori standing outside by the door, and ran over to them to tell them the good news, still barely able to contain my excitement.

"Hey everyone! Guess what? Robbie's awake! He's okay!" But all I got were weak, barely visible smiles and nods from everyone. It was then I noticed how sad everyone looked. Tori looked like she had just about cried her eyes dry and was still sniffling, Beck still hung his head in shame and had occasional tears rolling on his cheeks, and even Jade made the occasional sniffle and had a tear slip out, though, she looked like she had just finished crying for real and was still trying to calm down. Whatever just happened in that room or is happening in there couldn't possibly have been good.

"What's wrong?" I asked, though not really wanting to hear to answer.

Tori looked up at me, still sniffling, trying to suppress her sobs, and said, "Andre got the wrong type of blood in his transfusion. They said it might be – it might be – too late."

It was then that the sobs from earlier overtook me again, as I sat down and cried into my knees.

AN: Oh no, how did that happen? Is Andre gonna be okay after this? Is it really too late for him? All that for next time.

So, what are your thoughts? :)