To my reviewer boston: I'm sorry this doesn't have enough Serena-Darien progress for you. It was originally planned to focus on their relationship, but as the story went on, it changed. I now see this as more of a just Serena fic with some Sere/Dare on the side. I'd say one letter per week is sent unless otherwise mentioned like with this letter. In this letter, I mention that the wedding was two days previous, while the last letter was the day of the wedding. With the Sere/Dare stuff in mind, I think you'll like this letter more. Thanks for reviewing!

To my reviewer kireisnowtenshi: I believe this site's version of a 'like' button is the 'favorite' option ;) I'm a master of subtlety and cleverness, if you have noticed (or at least I'd like to think I am) lol. Thanks for reviewing!

I'm happy to hear that everyone liked the pep talk to Rita and having Amy star as a nurse! Many, many thanks to each person who has reviewed, favorited and followed so far And for the support it has given me. It's also good that I'm able to get "them/dem feels", as a few of you say, across although I feel a bit guilty for causing you guys to cry!

Thanks again! Enjoy.

Dear Stranger,

I'm so mad right now that I could transform into Godzilla and destroy the city. I'd crush even the tallest buildings to dust and squish every person under my gigantic clawed feet. I'd make any survivors deaf because of my roar. And I would burn everything. I'd sit in a chair made of destroyed buildings and watch everything turn to ash. Not even Sailor V with all her awesomeness would be able to stop my rampage.

Darien just tried to quit his job because of me. Because he was concerned that I had romantic feelings for him. That it was inappropriate and therefore detrimental to me and the hospital in general. That it was unprofessional. That it was for the benefit of all if he stopped working here.

But the key word there is tried. Doctor Dez said he couldn't quit because it was actually good for me to have a crush on him. Having a crush means that I can maintain some of that teenage experience that I'm missing, that it keeps me feeling more human than a test subject and less like a cancer patient. She said she had hoped that I would develop a crush on him.

Maybe that's all it is. Maybe my crush on Darien is just my mind's way of being the teenager I used to be. It's a way of feeling emotions because otherwise I probably wouldn't be feeling any. But the crush is there. I really do genuinely like him. A lot.

The reason Darien suddenly wants to quit is because of something that happened at the wedding which was two days ago now. I had pleaded for him to dance with me before Rita's creepy uncle or Andrew's egotistic nephew asked. Darien being Darien, he eventually consented and led me out onto the dance floor. An older song came on. After a minute of swaying and listening with my head resting lightly on his chest, Darien told me the song had been a favorite of his parents. It was quiet again between us after that, but it didn't feel right to me. We were the slowest moving pair on the floor despite it being a semi upbeat song. I searched my brain for the words I had once read somewhere and I spewed out: "Don't mourn them. Celebrate them."

Nervous anxiety had made me stiff as I waited for a response and we stood still in the midst of people. He stared at me, his face unmoving, And then oh god, the smile he gave me. Those pearly whites, the blue eyes and the way they crinkled. It was a small smile, but it held so much.

We danced again, our feet moving faster. The swirling lights and the smell of food and his face...I know for sure it was something I'll remember for the rest of my life, however short it may be. If I don't make it to my senior prom, I'd be okay because I had this dance. This wonderful, magical dance.

And it ended with an almost kiss. That's why.

It might also be because last night he went out with colleagues to a bar for drinks and found Beryl getting physical with some guy in the mens' bathroom. Darien walked right out without alerting the promiscuous woman, who then had the nerve to walk into the hospital today like she owned the place and sidled right up to Darien as usual as if everything was normal. Darien wouldn't have it and kicked her out of the hospital and out of his life.

After Amy told me all this (poor Amy refuses to believe that the lure of gossiping has it's claws into her), I laid back on my bed and laughed until my stomach hurt while my mind screamed, "I TOLD YOU SO DARIEN". I know that's mean of me, but after so long, I couldn't hold it back especially since this news was after I overheard Dez's and Darien's discussion.

If he didn't want me to have this crush on him, he should've made himself be less freakishly handsome and gentlemanly and charming and sweet and downright perfect.

Nothing is fair in my life anymore. But, that is life. Right? I just wish I knew I was doing something right and where to go and what to do.

Update on my health in case you're interested: the docs have decided to put me on one last cocktail (that's what some call a mixture of drugs) and if that doesn't work out, they'll do an operation. And I'm hoping to any deity that the cocktail works because as qualified as these doctors are, I don't want anyone cutting into my skull and brain.

By the way, if you're in a relationship or even just close with a parent, and you're the short one, I definitely recommend laying your head on his/her chest somehow (whether it's dancing or a hug or cuddling) and listening to his/her heart beat. There is something so amazing about it.

In desperate need of cuddling,

The Heart Broken Patient