Author's Note: So this next one-shot was like my response to a prompt people keep putting on Tumblr about Toby's reaction to Spencer's drug problem (which we were so robbed of on Tuesday...ugh). Enjoy!

Day Thirty-One: Distance by Christina Perri

She had finally succumbed to the allure of sleep the previous night.

But now, as she was waking up in what felt like the middle of the night, she felt like she had a massive hangover. Slowly, she got up to check the time. She opened the curtains to almost be blinded by the sudden influx of sunlight into her room.

She looked over her shoulder at the clock. It was already 7:00. She was in no mood ready to go to school. She decided she would call in sick and try and regain her sleep again today.

Somewhere in her subconscious, she found it ironic that it was school which got her into her addiction in the first place.

She closed the curtains brusquely before dropping back into bed.

An hour later, she didn't even hear when someone else walked into her room.

"Spencer?"

Spencer was fast asleep, grabbing onto the pillow. He could see that her face was starting to regain color, but she had never been so sick that she had to stay out of school. As a matter of fact, for as long as he'd known her, he didn't think she ever missed a day of school.

He put his hand on her forehead to see if she really had a fever and she was actually burning and sweating. He winced.

As he looked over his shoulder, he saw a stack of textbooks and notebooks on her desk. And an orange pill bottle. He scowled at those.

He walked over to the desk and took the bottle of pills. He opened it and examined the pills which had Spencer so sick.

He didn't know what to do with them, but he wasn't about to just leave them there.

On a whim, he took them to her bathroom and let them fall down the drain.

When he came back outside, Spencer began to stir. She looked like she was about to suffocate and her breath was staggered. Quickly, he lay down next to her on her bed, trying to shake her asleep, but it wasn't working. She was too caught up in her horrible, evil dreams. It was as though he was there with her.

"Spencer…Spencer…Spencer! Wake up!"

Spencer unwillingly opened her eyes once more and wanted to jump when she realized Toby was there. She immediately sat up and hung her legs over the other side of the bed. She couldn't look at him; not in this state. She didn't want him to see her in this way.

"Spencer…"

"Toby…don't," she pleaded softly.

It broke his heart to hear her voice sound so broken. He wondered if she realized that.

He just nodded, even though he knew she wasn't looking at him.

"Okay, Spence. You need space," he replied quietly after a pregnant pause.

And she regretted pushing him away as soon as he exited the room. But she couldn't muster the strength to get up and tell him that.

She was secretly waiting for him to come back, even though she knew he wouldn't.

She began to wish that she was lazy and lethargic like a stereotypical teenager. That way, she would've never been in this mess in the first place.

He walked back into her room later to find her sitting despondently on her red chair in front of the window, staring out into the night sky, space, and the woods.

He wondered how if she knew how much he loved her and how much it was killing him to see her like this. He would wait for however long it took to mend their breaking relationship, but he wouldn't wait until she was in a hospital bed with an acute overdose to try and help her.

"We can't keep doing this," she said quietly and tenderly as she hugged her knees tighter to her chest.

He sat down next to her. "I'm really worried about you, Spencer," he said easily.

She was silent for a few moments as she rested her chin on her knees. "I know."

"I want you to know that you can trust me. I'm never going to hurt you on purpose, ever," he promised. His voice got softer. "Well, not after the last time…"

She nodded slowly. "I know," she repeated. She turned her head to face him. "I know you wouldn't hurt me again," she said quietly.

He thought for a moment about that before she pulled her lithe body closer to him. She was relieved to be in his arms again. She knew he'd understand. She knew he'd be the one to fix her after everything she'd been through.

She allowed herself to relax in his arms.

"I really love you," she said absentmindedly as she began to drift off into mindless daydreams.

He nodded before kissing her head. He missed hearing her say that. This would be the first time she said it since they had gotten back together.

And he wouldn't let it be the last.

spobylover1237: Thank you. I hope you liked this one. It made me realize how much of a sap I truly am. I actually liked this one more than I like most of my stories. Weird.

MizzIsTheFizz: Hanna calling people out is the best (even if only in her head) :) I don't usually get panic attacks, but when I do, I freak out. The last time I had a panic attack was in London like five months ago, so it doesn't happen to frequently.

AL3110:You're like the only one who has a nice bio teacher. My bio teacher is horrible. My friend's bio teacher is horrible. The bio teacher at my uncle' school is horrible. My math teacher is nice, but he gives us a ton of homework and he weights his tests so they're like 230 points and our quizzes are like 120 points. It's really stressful and I freaked out after my last quiz. Okay, just make sure you go to a good colourist :)

At times like this, I really miss Sarah. Where did she go? Did she go AWOL or something? She's probably like the only person I know who could understand my excitement over seeing a Broadway show next week! I'm excited! #ClapsForKayson

Next one-shot will be I'll Be Waiting by Adele and I really have no idea what to do about it, so I'm already freaking out.

Don't forget to leave a review or favorite/follow me and my story! Or don't! That's cool too, but it would be nice if you did! (No pressure) -Kayson