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*****This chapter takes place the next day from the last chapter!*****

I do not own the DOAWK series.


"I can't do this," Greg admits.

"Why, what's wrong?" I look over at him. I just helped him into the wheel chair so we could go to the funeral. We had even dressed nicely. Greg had seemed to like the feeling of clean clothes instead of the hospital gown he had been in for the last few days.

"I just can't. Please, don't make me go," Greg begins to sob.

"Oh, Greg, please don't cry." I fall to my knees beside him and hold his arm. "We don't have to go. We can stay here. It'll be alright. Shhh… don't cry." I rub his back soothingly. "Let me just call Gramma and tell her." He nods and I leave the room to make the call.

After a few rings, Gramma picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Gramma, it's Rodrick," I respond.

"I'm outside the hospital waiting for you two. What's the matter?" She accuses.

"Um, Greg doesn't wanna go. He's bawling his eyes out right now saying he can't." I admit. I run my hands through my hair awaiting her response.

"Are you sure you can't come?" She sounds annoyed.

"I don't want to leave him. That isn't going to help him get better at all." I can hear Gramma sigh on the other side.

"Alright, I'll let everyone know that Greg wasn't feeling good so you stayed with him. Tell Greg I love him."

"I will," I say with a smile she can't see.

"I love you, Rodrick," I have a feeling she's smiling though.

"I love you too." I close the phone and return to Greg.

"So what do you want to do?" Greg's tears have stopped. "I can beat you again in that racing game or we could go for a walk. Well I'll do all the walking since you aren't allowed to yet…"

"I guess we could go for a walk…" He looks down at the ground. I can tell that something is up.

"What's the matter?" I lower myself to my knees again in front of him.

"Nothing…" He mumbles.

"Greg, I know something is wrong. Don't hide it from me." I order. It sounds a little harsh.

"I just… You don't have to be here with me all the time. You should go out and hang with your friends or practice with the band. Just don't let all of this," he gestures around the room. "Hold you back."

"Am I getting on your nerves?" His head shakes a bit. "Then why don't you want me here?"

"I just don't want to be a problem. I know you are getting annoyed. You want everything to go back to normal with me bugging you and us fighting and…" Greg begins to sob again.

"Shhh…" I pull him into my arms. "Greg you have no idea how much I wish Mom and Dad were here. And us not fighting, well it's not a bad thing. I like this. Mom would be squealing with joy seeing how we are now. I love you more than you'll ever know but," I pull back and place both of my hands on either side of his face so he has no choice but to look at me. "Don't ever think you are a problem. And if you ever think that again, I will smack you upside the head, okay?"

Greg nods with a smile and throws his arms around my neck. "Thank you." He whispers in my ear.

"Anytime." I hold him as close as possible to me.

"I love you too, Rodrick." He pulls back and I unfortunately have to release him.

"So you what you wanna do?" I ask again.

"I'm kinda tired. Do you think I can get back into bed?"

"Yeah, do you want to put on the pj's Gramma brought you?" I suggest.

"Defiantly," he says with a smile. Greg changes into more comfortable clothes while I go to the bathroom, do some, ummm... lets say... stuff and change into my famous jeans and black shirt.

"Better?" I ask once he is situated.

"Yeah," he smiles. "I think I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, I'm going to go take a walk. You'll be alright here?" He nods. I mess up his hair a bit and leave him to his rest.

As I approach the nurse's station I remember that it's Tuesday and she is at school.

"Excuse me," I speak to one of the nurses at the desk. "When will Molly be here?"

"She won't be here for a while. Why do you ask?" She gives me a suspicious look.

"She's a friend. I'll find her later." The nurse nods and I walk down the hall. The rooms are filled with so many different people. Some were old, others young. Some came to create a new life others gave their own. This place was such a confusing mixture of joy and pain. I didn't understand it.

"I wish I could be in the snow. It's super pretty!" A joyful voice stops me.

"Well it sure is a pain." A more bitter one response. I peak my head into the room the voices are coming from.

"Rodrick!" Julie yells as she sees me. The nurse is the same one from yesterday who had made Greg cry. I gave her a scowl. She rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Hey there kido," I smile sitting on the edge of her bed. "How are you feeling?" I grab her hand.

"Really good!" She smiles. "I felt fine yesterday but they made me stay 'cause they wanted to be sure I was better. Wow, you have really big hands!" She takes my one hand and holds it in the both of hers, examining it like it was some precious jewel. It makes me smile.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday. I should have been more careful. I didn't mean to make you all sick. I'm so sorry." I take my one hand and place it on her check. She smiles a sad smile. She is such a wonderful little girl.

"Rodrick?" She asks.

"Yeah?"

"Can you be my daddy?" She looks up at me with eyes full of innocence.

"Why would you ask such a thing?" Confusion runs through my mind.

"My real daddy wasn't nice. He left when I was young. Don't tell Molly but one time I heard her telling Aunt Rita about how Daddy used to hurt her." Fear fills her normally joyful eyes. "You could protect me from monsters. We could play dolls all the time. You would be the best daddy ever."

"Yeah, I'll be your dad." I take her into my arms and hold her tight.

"Hey you two!" Molly calls from behind. I release Julie and turn to see her standing with her aunt.

"Guess who gets to go home?" Aunt Rita smiles from the doorway.

"You got the night off?" The joy is back in her eyes.

"Yup! We are going to get you caught up on your homework than we can do whatever you want."

"Sweeeeet!" Julie jumps up and down in her bed.

"Come on, Rodrick," Molly motions out of the room. "Let's walk and talk. I've got some time before I have to start working."

"Alright," I turn back to Julie. "I'll see you later." I hold my hand out for a high-five to which she hits.

"Okie-dokie!" She waves as we walk out of the room.

"How are you doing? I was talking to Greg a bit yesterday while you were gone so I know all about everything." She looks up at me and I realize how short she is.

"I'm doing fine. Nothing your little sis isn't helping to cure." I give a little smirk.

"Yeah, she does that…" Molly giggles a bit.

"I thought you should know something," I say stopping at the end of a deserted hallway.

"What?" It's right there I notice how beautiful Molly is. Her soft blond/brown hair is curly today; her brown eyes that seem broken and pained; the beauty mark right above her lip. The few other girls I've dated in the past suddenly disappear as Molly is the only one I can see now.

"Rodrick?" Her melodic voice pulls me out of my trance.

"I… um… your sister, she asked me to be her father… and I said yes… I thought I should let ya know…" I feel so calm.

"She's always wondered about him." She shakes her head. "You'll be a better role model than that scum bag." But it is right here when I realize I am no better than that scum bag. I might freak out at her like I did yesterday. I could run away just like he did. I would be no better. She deserves the best.

"Rodrick, I'm really sorry about yesterday…" Molly repeats the words I had said to Julie only a few minutes earlier. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I mean I was wrapped up in the moment and I just freaked out. I didn't mean a word I said." She takes one of my hands in hers. "I didn't think. I'm sorry…"

"Molly, I'm not mad. I probably would have said the same things. This God forsaken place puts a lot of people under stress. I'm sorry for not being more careful…" I lean down so close to her face that I could almost kiss her if I wanted to. She stands on her tip-toes and closes the gap.

Ever heard of how when you kiss someone you hear fireworks or feel a spark? What about how everything around you suddenly doesn't matter? None of that was happening. Nothing was happening. Here in this hospital, scratch that, in this world, it was just me and her. I kinda liked that idea.

"No," I say pulling away from her. "No, no, no… you don't want me. This is too cliché."

"What do you mean?" She looks up at me in confusion. "You felt it too. You know you did. Rodrick, I'm young. I have no idea what I want in life. But right now, I want you." She looks at me in determination.

"But I'll be just like your father. I'll lose my temper; I'll run away from every problem. Please, you don't want me." She places her hands on either side of my face.

"Shh… calm down, Rodrick," She soothes me. "We'll worry about that when the time comes, okay? Please, I need this. I need you. I want one thing that is stable."

"But you don't know a thing about me. I mean what just happened here feels pointless not knowing a thing about you." I grab her hands and hold them in the both of mine.

"My answer: time. We've got a lot of time. Promise me you'll try."

"Cross my heart."

She kisses me again and the same feeling arises. She pulls out to breathe and give me a smile. "That's all I want." And with that we walk back to the real world hand in hand.


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