Before you start, I'd like to give an apology to people who have been waiting for this for a long time. Especially fangirl. I didn't mean to leave for a while, I had just lost creativity 'juice', but I've gotten it back. Hope you enjoy this...

"You signed me up for what?" Sophie yelled, clawing for my throat. I backed away, bumping into Tedros. He chuckled, already amused. "What's the big deal, Sophie?" He questioned, getting odd stares from her. "You flaunt your legs and chest every day." My eyes fell upon the mini skirt which barely covered her butt. She folded her arms, still not giving in. "I can't believe you sick people." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "It was Tedros' idea in the first place." She shot him a deadly look, but it was almost as if she knew that already. "Wow. Thanks, Prince Boy..." She stormed out of her room, slamming the door in our faces. "Way to go, Prince Boy." Tedros rolled his eyes, collapsing on my bed. "Well at least I can sleep at night now."

I cocked an eyebrow, opening my closet. "What do you mean by that? I wasn't that bad." He chuckled, getting back up. "You had one gig, one gig. Miss professional, I don't think that's so great." I rolled my eyes, tugging out one of my pajamas. "I do kind of feel bad." He sent me an odd look, taking another sip out of his ginger beer. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, taking another long sip out of his can. I looked at his state, shaking my head as I watched him tap his leg up and down. He was a total wreck without beer, as much as I hate to admit it, he is better of with it than without.

"How's that can doing for you?" I questioned, watching him open another can of ginger beer. He didn't answer my question, but gulped down a large amount of drink. "I have to change so..." He got up, taking his leave. I watched him slam the door shut, not feeling any remorse. I know I should have, but I almost found it impossible.

After sitting alone in my room, I decided to come out and sit with everyone in the living room. Tedros was absent, but it wasn't anything surprising. He could probably be crying about the fact that the ginger beer can't compare to real beer and makes him cough. "Little Lady, would you mind putting my crutches on the side?" I nodded, doing as he said. Oliver was a couch potato at this rate. Most people would dread about being 'crippled', only if it was just for a week or two, but he's enjoying it. "I think I'm going to have to help you tidy up this dump, maybe even your room." He didn't even listen to me, but continued chomping on his crisps. "Witch girl doesn't seem to mind..." Sophie sent him a glare and a small yelp was made. "She spiked me!" He cried, attempting to throw the remote at her head. I shot Sophie a glare, walking over to aid Oliver. "You just get more disliked as the hours go past, isn't it?" He poked me in the sides, causing me to nudge him in the mouth. "Ow!" We screamed in unison. "You're a real jerk face. You know that, right?" He mumbled, pushing me out of the way. "And you love me for it."

Sophie herself was snacking on a few crisps from Oliver. They weren't the best of friends, but they were walking up those stairs. They sat together, Oliver's feet sprawled on her lap. "So...what's with you two?" I questioned wriggling my eyebrows. I knew there was nothing between them, but a little banta wasn't going to hurt anyone. "Oh. Shut up, Aggie." I rolled my eyes, collapsing onto a sofa. "Why don't you go check on Prince Charming, Little Lady." Oliver shot back, closing his eyes. "I'm gonna hit the hay." He added, knowing he wasn't going to make it up those stairs on his own. "Fine." I chuckled, wriggling my feet around. "Feels good to walk around." He shot a glare at me before I disappeared up the stairs.

Tedros' emotions are like a roller coaster, you'd never know what he'd say next in the situation he's in. I didn't know whether I was excited or hesitant. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door. It was a fifty percent chance that he'd open the door, I'm unsure if our last encounter was an argument or not.

I knocked on the door, escaping from my thoughts as I realized he hadn't answered. There could be many reasons he decided not to answer. Maybe he was listening to music, or on his phone. "Tedros?" I called out, fiddling with my nails. I do that now, mostly because Tedros won't take me to Boots. "Tedros?" I called again, rustling with the handle. I grunting, realizing it was locked. "Oliver!" I screeched, butting into the door. "What?!" He called from all the way down the stairs. "Tedros locked his door and he won't answer." He uttered something that went along these lines 'maybe its because he doesn't want to speak to her...' "I heard that!" I yelped, managing to hurt my throat. "I'm not sure if you've noticed..." He yelled back. There was a long pause before he replied again. "BUT I'M BASICALLY CRIPPLED!"

I sighed, making my ways down the stairs. I stared at him dead in the face, "Well then get your broken legs up these stairs." He shot me a glare, grabbing his crutches. "Now I realize why Tedros hates you." Sophie gave him an odd stare, getting up as well. "He's a little too obsessed with her in my mind." I rolled my eyes, watching Oliver walk across the floor. "You know, I thought you'd be the one looking after me..." He mumbled. A gave him a small smile, making my way up the stairs. "I'll look after you once you break down that door, I promise." He widened his eyes, turning around to sit back down. "I don't want to have this conversation again."

"Tedros might be hurt," I sniffled, working into speech mode. "Who knows what might be happening to him..." I held back my chuckle, walking his way. "So help your only friend who hates to see you suffer." He sighed, getting up. "Now I know why people misunderstood you for a Never."

"Hey, look at you! You're basically a never." He shot me a glare, pushing me with his crutches. "First, that hurt. Second, Tedros and I weren't the only ones affected by that 'change'." I decided to ignore him, trailing up the stairs. "What do you mean by that?" Sophie questioned, gaining on us. I sighed, not wanting to hear any of this. To be honest, I thought she was the one who wanted to throw everything under the dust. "Beatrix is a red head now and has married Captain Hook's son. It's better not to talk about it." We continued walking, but Sophie still stayed agape.

"Hurry up, Oliver..." I groaned, ready to burst the door down. He shot me a glare and so did Sophie, mostly because she was the one he was kneeling on. "You smell of sweat, Oliver. When was the last time you bathed?" Oliver chuckled, taking a whiff of his own armpit. "Three days and counting." I groaned, running away from him. "Bust this door down, Oliver!' He groaned, giving Sophie his crutches. "Okay, go!" He nodded, hoping on one foot before putting his foot down. He winced, balancing again. Taking a deep breath he charged for the door, his arm going right through it. There was an odd silence, if you ignore the groaning coming from Oliver. "Tedros?" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't flip out about the fact that we just punched a hole into his door. There was silence. "Can I just-" I pushed Oliver aside, giving him a long cut on his wrist. I peeled into the hole, screaming. "What's the matter?" Oliver questioned, stress masking his face. "He's on the floor, Tedros is on the floor!" Sophie pushed me out of the way, taking a look. "Oh my gosh." I just wanted to slap her as I saw a smirk emerge on her face. "What?" She questioned, pressing herself onto the door. "Move, let me open it." Oliver got up, reaching inside and opening it from the other side. He groaned again as I pushed him aside, ready to aid Tedros.

I stumbled to his level, shaking him as I tried to wake him up. "Someone call the ambulance!" I screeched, trying my best not to cry. "I will." Honestly, I have wasn't in the mood for Sophie to help. With him under her care, he'd be a goner in the next hour. "Oliver call the ambulance!" He groaned once more, flipping out his phone. "While I'm at it, I might as well ask for a new leg!"

Sophie and I sat and waited for the doctor to come back out. Oliver was complaining about his leg, so he went to go check it out. There's probably nothing wrong with it, but he's the biggest drama queen I've ever seen. "Agatha," I looked Sophie's way, watching her examine my face. "You really love him, huh?" I didn't reply to that one. I didn't know any of it, and I obviously didn't want to be talking about how I feel about him. There were bigger issues than my feelings.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Agatha," I sighed, letting go of my finger nails. "Its alright..." She gave me a weak smile, opening her mouth to continue. "I guess I was just jealous. I mean, we both know I didn't have a nice relationship with Tedros before we left...and I thought that when we left we'd live our happily ever after as friends. But then you left and I felt...empty," I looked at her, realizing that she had been crying. I didn't think I've ever seen Sophie cry and if I have, I can't bring myself to remember. "So I came, to look for you and-and-" I sniffled, joining her. I never went into consideration of how Sophie was feeling. "I guess he makes you happy and when you're happy I should be too." I smiled, lying on her shoulder. "I'm sorry too. I just wanted to get away from everything, I felt so isolated there. But now I'm here...and I feel free. I'd never done anything for myself until I came here."

"When he gets better, I'll apologize for you." I smiled, shaking my head. "Its alright. Maybe your actions can make you guys at least... acquaintances."

The door opened, revealing the doctor. I shot up, taking tiny steps towards him. "So...doctor. What's the problem?" He cleared his throat and I knew there'd be bad news. I grabbed onto Sophie, almost breaking her wrist. "He's lucky you got him here in time. He's been put on medication so his breathing is okay," I gave him an odd look. "Breathing? What- what's wrong with him?" The doctor sighed, examining my face. "The shortness of breath, chest tightening, ongoing coughs, heart bear rates, short memory and the panic attacks...Tedros was diagnosed with COPD earlier today."

It was almost as if my heart had stopped working, my eyes started welling and this time I couldn't catch them. "What is that?" Sophie asked, she held onto my arms, squeezing it tight. "It's a type of lung cancer." The doctor avoided eye contact with me and took a few steps back. I stayed silent, slowly wiping away my tears. There was a chance that I'd loose Tedros ,and he'd be out of my reach once again. "But you only get lung cancer if you drink...is he an alcoholic?" Sophie searched my face and suddenly her cheeks started to burn. "He passed out due to a panic attack. According to some paper work, this isn't the first time he's been in the hospital for this."

"Can I go inside?" I questioned. It seemed pretty loud, but it was only a squeak. The doctor nodded, patting me slowly. "You have ten minutes. We're going to have to give him a few shots to hold back some after affects." I nodded, slowly pushing the door open. "I can't believe this..." I mumbled, taking a seat next to Tedros. I watched his heart rate on the machine, everything just seemed out of place. He couldn't support himself with his own oxygen, they had to force it into him with a tube. I let my last tear fall, watching it crash onto my laps.

"Sorry, Agatha...but you're gonna have to catch me up on this one..." I nodded, not taking my eyes of him. "When we left, Tedros wasn't stable after that. He went into drinking and smoking and when he couldn't take it anymore he left with Oliver. They started gambling and going to parties and that's why they have such a big house. Apparently I'm the reason he's a wreck, I'm the reason why he can die anytime." I wiped another tear, pinching myself. "

"Don't kill yourself about it. It's my fault. I was selfish and jealous that you'd have a chance in love and I wouldn't. I'm the reason you left meaning I'm the reason for all this and don't you worry, he will live." I nodded, smiling softly. "When did the doctor say he'd wake up?" Sophie shrugged, pushing me back into my depressed mode.

"I can't believe this, and he was actually trying this time."

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