(Vicki's PoV)

She yawned vaguely remembering a dream that she had, she had called out for someone to help her get up because she needed to use the rest room, it was Timmy that came. He had waited outside the closed-door for her to come out, and helped her back into bed. He had even found her bear for her and given it back. When she complained her leg was hurting he went and found the pain medicine, and brought her a drink. What made it worse was she had asked him to stay until she fell asleep, it was embarrassing.

She sat up and was about to grab out for the chair when she noticed it was too far from the bed... then noticed Timmy. He was kneeling next to the bed with only his waist and head on the bed itself, and seemed to be sleeping. It was just a dream right? It hadn't happened, had it? Had he been wanting for her to fall asleep... and fell asleep waiting for her to fall asleep? No he was compassionate, but he... she shook her head... it's just not possible.

She had no choice but to wake him up, seeing as she couldn't reach the chair without him, and she doubted that sleeping like that would be good for... well anything but being sore. She nudged him softly with her good leg, he barely moved. Then nudged him again...

"I'm just resting my eyes," he said, his speech slurred from sleep. Obviously not aware of where he was.

"Timmy?" It had been a long time since she called him twerp, but his name still felt so weird to say, but after everything she wasn't about to start calling him twerp.

"Mph... I'm... up..." he lifted his head, confused at where he was. "Oh I fell asleep." He looked up at her, maybe remembering the night before. If he did remember, he didn't mention anything about it, except. "It's been about four hours since the last dose. Want to take a pill now so your leg won't start hurting again?"

"Yeah," though she didn't need it, she accepted his help in getting back into the chair. But insisted that she could wheel herself, and he followed her to the kitchen where he had put her medicine on the counter. There were a couple of bottles and she wasn't entirely sure what they were all for. She had been pretty out of it when they explained it. Luckily Timmy explained it to her again as he opened each bottle. At least one of them paid attention. She took her pills and went about helping Timmy in the kitchen for breakfast. While she didn't know about the stuff he used for dinner. Breakfast she knew. Eggs, bread, bacon, sausage, milk and juice she knew. So when he asked her to grab something on that list, she knew what she was grabbing from the refrigerator. Ended up just having to get the eggs and bacon, but at least she was able to help without mistakes.

"Vicki?" Timmy asked over breakfast. He had been quiet most of the morning, and she was wondering is something was on his mind, she looked up at him, and asked him what he wanted. "I was curious. Why you cover your face with your hair."

"Oh, I'm kinda used to it is all." She knew it was a lie, she knew he could tell it was a lie. She didn't want people to see her face... people thought she was ugly and so did she. So she wanted it hidden.

"Well you shouldn't..." he stopped what he was saying and just stared down at his plate. He looked so confused, like he was unsure of what he should say next.

"Why?" He hadn't brought it up for no reason. There had to be a reason that he mentioned it... or maybe it was just one of the things Timmy said because he was... Timmy. There didn't have to be a hidden motive... and the boy couldn't feel anything about her... not like that. He would have to be insane to think about her that way. But she was genuinely curious about why.

(Timmy's PoV)

"Well..." This was where he really didn't want to be; between a rock and a hard place. Simply he wanted to tell her that she was too pretty to hide her face with her hair. But he didn't want her to get the wrong ideas about him. He didn't have those feelings towards her... not after everything she had done to him in the past... but now that he thought about it. He couldn't really recall one image of her being... cruel. Of course she picked on him a lot, yelled and screamed. Made him wear that maid outfit once... okay that was embarrassing. But she never hurt him... not physically. All of it didn't seem to matter anymore. Maybe he'd really forgiven her when she apologized. But he didn't feel that way towards him... did he? "You're too pretty, you know... when you face isn't all scrunched up from yelling and junk."

Vicki didn't say anything, she just stared at her breakfast. Timmy couldn't believe what he had said. He tried to make it sound nonchalant as he could, still it seemed to affect her. Maybe she was angry at him and just couldn't think of anything to say... or rather yell at him at the moment. The silence was more frightening than her yelling. At least when she was yelling he knew what he was in for.

The worst part of it was that she didn't say anything the rest of the morning. Not even when he asked if she needed anything while he was out. She had just shaken her head. He grabbed his wallet and phone, telling her that if she thought of anything to call him. When she didn't answer he just walked out the door.

He wandered around the mall for a while, he didn't want to but he had given his friends too many excuses the last few days, even before Vicki had gotten hurt. He had left early mainly because the silence at home between him and Vicki was getting to him. Maybe she wouldn't be mad if he brought her a gift back... but other than money, what did the older teen like? Maybe he'd just bring her back something for lunch, that should be simple enough right?

He wandered into the game store, and looked around. There wasn't anything new, that was out yet and he owned pretty much all the games he was interested in. So it wasn't long before he left, in search of something that would interest him until he became bored. That was his main problem, focusing on one thing for long periods of time. People were different, they didn't always act the same... but games and other things held his interest for short amounts of time... and books... hardly held his attention at all.

"Hey," he heard the voice, in the sea of other voices in the mall. He didn't know someone was calling to him until someone tapped his shoulder, he turned to see Tootie, and his other friends. They had found him, and he had started to hope that they would have forgotten. "Hey wait... didn't you hear me?"

"Oh I heard you... I think." he rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at each of them, "But with all the people, I didn't know you were talking to me."

"That makes sense," A.J., said as Timmy followed them to the food court, where they normally went to hang out. They sat at the same table they always did, and Chester brought the same things they always ate. That might be one of the reasons he invited Vicki to stay with him until she healed. Not just because it was easier for her, but because it would change things up... it might be worse if she was angry at him though... What was he going to do...

"Oww, what?" Tootie had flicked his nose, and he just looked at her. "What did you do that for?"

"What did I say?" Tootie scowled at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Well... you said." Crap, I wasn't listening I was too busy thinking about why he didn't want to be here, and about what he might have to deal with then he got home.

"You weren't listening."

"As usual." Chest piped up, leave it to him to try to add more coal to the fire.

"So... since you didn't listen. We were asking how much of a pain it was dealing with having Vicki living there." Tootie looked over at him, and for a moment he wondered if she knew what he had thought about.

"Yeah dude, I heard that you actually invited her to stay there." Chester asked, and when Timmy tried to answer...

"Why on Earth would you do that?" A.J., interrupted him... again he tried to answer...

"Because unlike you two, he was being helpful." Tootie glared at the other two, which as usual spiked an argument between the three of them... Timmy tried to voice his opinion, tried to get them to stop... then finally got up and walked away without any of them noticing...

That's one of the reasons I've stopped wanting to hang around them, he thought as he went to grab something for lunch... during the argument one of them split one of the drinks on the table on the food, so he needed something to eat, and he planned on bringing Vicki something back, however he couldn't remember what she liked... after a couple of minutes of consideration he decided on burgers... after ordering he scanned over the food court. He couldn't hear them, but he could see his friends still arguing about something. He doubted it had anything to do with what it started with.

They'd notice sooner or later and call him once they did. They'd be angry that he left... if he brought up he was being ignored during their fight... they'd try to argue with him, which would result in him just hanging up. He didn't feel like arguing over stupid crap. Not that he had much else to do, well before Vicki... maybe she'd be calmer. He hadn't walked very far from the mall when his cell phone started ringing. He wanted to ignore it... but knew that would just result in them calling him over and over.

"Yeah?" He asked, trying to sound as aggravated as he could, he hadn't wanted to be there... but he couldn't tell them that.

"Where did you go?" It was Tootie of course. A.J., and Chester had learned to have her call him, since he was more agreeable with her. He wouldn't have any issue telling them what he thought, but because him and Tootie had become closer, he wouldn't argue with her as much.

"Got tired of hearing you three argue. No one even noticed I was gone." Timmy continued to walk, hoping that they hadn't tried to catch up with him. "So I'm just going to go home where it is quiet... or I hope so anyways," he muttered the last part before hanging up.

(Vicki's PoV)

She had watched him walk out the door an hour before... she wasn't mad at him... but she wasn't really sure how she felt about being called pretty... She didn't see herself as pretty, no one did. The only time boys said she was pretty was when she ended being messed with. They just wanted to build up her hopes to smash them... so what was Timmy's angle? Maybe revenge for all of what she had done... No, he said that he forgave that didn't he? Didn't he?

That had been running through her head since the moment he said it. She hadn't even moved from where she moved her wheelchair to since he left. She had been too lost in thought about all the things that had happened in her past. Her pain... and worse, the pain she had caused others. Now that she thought about it, it was an endless cycle. She got hurt, she hurt others, which reminded her of the hurt from her past, which only caused her to become more angry and hurt others. Why couldn't she be like the other people?

Frustrated she decided she was going to take a bath. She'd rather a relaxing shower... but unless she found some ingenious way to do that without getting her cast wet, then she was just going to have to suck it up and take a bath. She still hadn't quite got the hang of using the wheelchair. She made it to her room, got what she needed, so who cared if she was graceful with it or not. Once in the bathroom it seemed this would be not as easy as she imagined.

Sitting on the side of the tub, she turned the water on, then plugged it with the stopper when the temperature was right. Remembering that she couldn't get it wet at all, she wheeled into the kitchen looking for a trash bag and tape... again not the most desirable option... but until she figured out a better way... this was it. She made it back into the bathroom and turned the water off, luckily it was a garden tub, or else she'd have to figure out how to dry the bathroom.

With a lot of effort she managed to get her clothing off, deciding that putting the bag on, and taping it tight around her knee. It took her a while, but she managed to get into the tub, with her leg hanging over the side, and she sighed as the warm water engulfed her. Too many days had passed since she had felt warm water on her body. Though that joy stayed only a short time, before her mind began to wander about what she would do when Timmy returned home. He didn't seem too happy when he left, then again she had ignored him... "What am I going to do?"