Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm a nursing assistant- not a doctor, and in this chapter it comes out what it is with Jonah. As long as I don't find anything to suit the storylines, which I've pretty much asked all of my nursing teachers about, then I will just describe it.

Jonah had just told me what was going on when Mr. Carmichael came jogging into the room. He gently pushed me out of his way, and stopped by his son's chest, lifting a hand, and stroking the fringe away from Jonah's forehead, feeling it at the same time.

"Bad day bud? How many?"

"Five, last one got pretty bad, but I do feel better now, only… really tired."

"Do you think you can stand up?" Jonah sighed, then shook his head, Mr. Carmichael scooped him up and turned around. Jonah had had the zip of his hoodie pulled down, and with the movement, the fabric fell onto the side, the fabric of his T- shirt also tightened around Jonah's body and through it I could spot several ribs. Oh lord, this young man must be nothing else than just skin and bones.

But, that wasn't so strange, I knew now, I knew the reason for the attacks, what that little red and white spray- bottle was for, and why Jonah didn't want to join the glee club, I checked my clock, it was yet forty five minutes until I'd have to bring Leah to the rehab, but I needed to do some thinking on my own so I walked back to the classroom and told the seniors that the class had been dismissed. I sat down on the desk and thought back, trying to take in all that Jonah and Leah had just told me.

"I've been riding with the ambulance so many times…" Jonah had tried to be joking towards the end. "If you tell them it's Jonah Carmichael, they will know exactly where to go without anyone giving them the address or having to use the GPS." It wasn't actually a funny joke. More tragic than funny, but I chuckled, as it was a way of making something really hard- something breaking one down- into something that wasn't as hard to bear.

"I was born with a heart- condition, at first they said I wasn't going to live for an hour- then one year- then three years, then I wasn't ever going to get old enough to start primary school and so on. You might think… well, if I have beat the odds so many times, why not again? Well… just these last four, five months. Everything's gotten so much worse, in so little time. You get it."

"Wouldn't a heart transplant work?"

"It's too much, the heart- failure is already getting on my lungs as well, and in the whole blood system, which makes all the other organs fail." Jonah smiled a bit. "Ironic I know, but if I had had a transplant when I was little it might have worked, but not now, the risk is too big. And I do think it's enough with forty three tablets a day including nitro- spray." He had nodded to the red and white spray bottle.

I had been dealing with loads of different students through the years as a teacher, like Artie and Leah- students with disabilities, like Kurt and Santana- people who were getting discriminated by their sexuality. Like Sam and Brittany- the two who didn't know or could what everybody else did… and like Lex- who I had from the beginning known wouldn't trust me with what was hurting her.

But how would I know how to deal with this? How was I going to deal with the fact that one of my New Directions probably wasn't going to be alive by the end of the year?

"I can set boundaries for myself, tell you if I need help anything. Just treat me like I was like anyone else." What was Jonah had told me. And then started talking about what would soon happen.

"I have good and bad days, on the good I feel quite good, bad I can have a couple attacks an hour. The bad days are coming closer and closer, they happen, about once a week now… not all are just as bad, today´s the worst in a couple of months. But also these will come closer. I need to keep more hydrated than others… but in… who knows how much time I'm not even going to be able to eat myself anymore, and needs to be probe- fed. That and a hundred other things, they're going to change, going to get worse."

"What about infections, do you need to stay home when the flu's going around…" Jonah shook his head.

"Doctors say I must, but it's my choice… I don't want to be stuck at home all day for months. No, I know that when I leave this place for good, I have made the most of every minute, and I can't do that sitting on my butt in front of the TV all day long, because I'm scared of getting a cold. But yeah, I do take meds and stuff to improve my immune system, I gotta wash my hands very carefully before I eat anything and such stuff. But anyone could do that."

I had looked to Jonah without speaking up at the moment. No, not anyone could do what they did! I had looked to Jonah, then to Leah. What was behind those two pairs of brown eyes? Leah's so dark, Jonah's lighter. How many times had Leah come in second hand, because Mr. Carmichael and Edna had to take care of Jonah? How many times had Jonah just been screaming out the pain, that was ripping his chest?

"I have a dosage unit," Jonah had pulled up something I recognized from the drug- store from his bag. "I take meds when I eat my breakfast, next at nine A.M. when I eat my lunch and so on. I take one med for one problem, which gives me certain side effects, then I take another med for that side- effects, which gives me another and so on. I don't even know the names of all my meds or what they do." Jonah had smiled slightly, it was ironic. So ironic. But that smile, how much did it cover for? How many times had Jonah wanted to through all the meds who knows where, to just never see them again.

"Mr. Schue?" Leah came wheeling into the classroom where I stood. "You're okay?" I nodded. Leah wheeled closer to me. "Listen Mr. Schue, I know it's a lot to take in. I've seen every kind of reaction for Jonah's condition. And I mean every kind. Both I, Jonah, mum and dad can answer any questions at almost any time. But… don't treat any of us differently because you know all this… It might feel weird from the start, but you'll get used to it. And if you treat us differently it won't make anyone happy or satisfied." I nodded.

"Should we get a move on now," I looked at the clock, which had reached fifteen minutes before three. Leah nodded. "Coach Beiste is coming with us as well, I asked her to come to help me. Just so we'll be two, she's also a lot stronger than me, so she probably will be able to do this better than I."

"Coach Beiste?" Leah looked a bit freaked out.

"I tried finding you for asking, but I couldn't find you in time and… I hope it's alright."

"She… kinda freaks me out a bit." I laughed.

"Now, I know she does, she does to many of the students, but I can promise you, that coach Beiste is the kindest person I know." I was interrupted when Shannon Beiste herself opened the door to the classroom.

"Hey Will… Leah… time to go now is it?" Leah stared at coach Beiste, biting her lip, but then nodded and let me push her out of the room and out to my car.

Leah POV

"So what happened?" Coach Beiste asked me, I sighed.

"I was hit by a car." I wheeled towards the rails, where I could walk holding on to them. I sighed, then shook my head, now when it was finally time I was so nervous. I couldn't do this right now, I needed my brother, he was supposed to be here.

"Leah," Mr. Schue's voice brought me back to reality from my thoughts.

"I can…. I can't do this now… Jonah must be here…. I need Jonah." Mr. Schue kneeled down next to me, looking scowl. "I can't… not without him." Mr. Schue looked as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

"Leah… I know you think you need Jonah," Coach Beiste said. "But you don't… you need you, and that's perfectly enough do you hear me?" I looked to Coach Beiste without moving my head, my brown eyes met her grey, and they didn't freak me out at all. Mr. Schue sure had been right about that she was kind, I could see it now, then I nodded.

"Okay."

"You know, if you want Jonah and your parents to see it I could film it and mail it to you." A nurse named Dorothy said, I thought for a second, then nodded, she pulled a camera out of her pocket. When she had it set ready Mr. Schue and Coach Beiste more or less lifted me into standing position, I laid my hands and took steady grips of the rails on each side, but still, without moving my feet.

"Ready?" Mr. Schue asked and squeezed my hand. He and Coach Beiste stood on each side, ready to act if I'd fall. I nodded.

"Ready!"

So… you kind of know what's going on with Jonah now then. The things that Jonah's saying, doesn't come in the order he actually said them, it comes in the order Mr. Schue goes back and remembers them. What did you think, good/ bad?