Hey guys. I don't know if you all have heard about everything that happened today, but I just wanted to say please pray for those in Paris and Japan and the other places that have experienced some very bad luck today. Hope that those responsible will pay for what they have done to so many innocent people. <3
If you have heard about it and it's gotten you very down like it has me, here's a chapter to cheer you up. Stay safe you guys, I love you more than anything on this earth. <3

Song: Happy by Pharrell Williams

Warning: Chapter contains some strong language :p
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Toms p.o.v.

"Daddy. Daddy wake up."

I groaned and pried an eye open, surprised to see Rosie sat up in bed, wide awake with worry in her eyes. I noticed the bed was empty beside her, and that made me wake up a lot faster. Oh god, what happened this time? Has he gone crazy like in my dreams? Is he gonna freak out and try to kill me?

Woah I need to chill the hell out. I'm getting too paranoid...

"Poppy's sick," she whispered. "He threw up purple stuff on the bed." She pointed at the sheets beside her, now a dark purple color instead of white. Oh shit, is this the side effects things again? This is the last thing he needs right now, his stupid powers acting up again.

"Where did he go Rose?"

She pointed at the bathroom door, which was now closed but I could see light shining through the crack beneath the door. "The potty. But be careful daddy, the purple lady says not to bother him much. He don't feel good."

Well I guess I should listen to the purple lady then. She's been right about everything so far. "Okay. Stay here alright? I'll go check on him." I slid off the bed and staggered off towards the bathroom, rapping gently on the door when I got close enough to it. "Sparklez? You alright?"

The only response I got was a series of nasty coughs and and some deep hacking. My poor Sparklez. I bet he's puking his guts out. I wish he didn't have to put up with this stuff.

"What do you want me to do baby? How can I help?"

No response, just more puking. I really expected him to yell at me for calling him baby, but he didn't say a word. He must really be feeling bad if he skipped an opportunity to bicker with me.

"You want me to get some medicine for you or something? I think there's a drug store nearby. I could get something for you?" Though I'm not really sure what. What do you give someone who's puking purple vomit?

He still said nothing. I was beginning to worry more and more. Surely he would have said something by now, a yes or a no. Is he really so sick he can't even saw one syllable?

"Sparklez talk to me. I need to know you're not dead," I joked, though I really meant it. I put my ear against the door and waited for a response.

"T-Tell Rosie to go outside with Matt," he whispered, his voice really raspy and dry. It must be bad if he doesn't want her to see him. I guess I should do what he says though, I need to help him and he probably won't come out if I don't get Rosie to go outside.

"Okay. I'll be right back." I hurried down the hallway and went back to our bed, where Rosie was still sitting patiently for me. "Hey Rose, why don't you go outside with Matty for a bit, okay?"

She nodded and took my hand, and I led her outside into the hallway where Matt and Phil were sat playing cards beside our door. They looked up, clearly surprised we were up this late. "Oh hello," Matt greeted awkwardly. "What are you both doing up at this hour?"

"Sparklez woke up sick, and I was wondering if you guys could watch her for a bit? Just until I can figure out what's up with him. Is that okay?"

"Oh sure! We were just playing cards. Would you like to join us Rosie?" Matt smiled warmly at her, and she nodded silently. She sat down beside them and leaned against Matt, closing her eyes and yawning softly. Aw. She's tired.

"Well I'll be right back. Keep an eye on her."

They both nodded politely. "We will. Tell Jordan we said get better soon!"

I nodded and headed back into the room, hurrying to the bathroom as quickly as possible. Hopefully he's feeling a little better. I knocked on the door quietly and put my ear against it again. "Sparklez? She's outside. You can come out now."

"I-...y-you have to promise not to freak out, okay? I-It's not as bad as it looks."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I'm sure it's not that ba-"

I was cut off in mid-sentence though. The door swung open.
It was worse than anything I'd ever imagined. Worse than all my nightmares, worse than all my fears, it was something that I knew instantly would be imprinted in my brain for the rest of my life.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

"It's not that bad! I promise!"

"YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT OF YOUR FUCKING EYES! DONT YOU TELL ME ITS NOT THAT BAD!"

"Shh! Tom-"

"NO WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOURE DYING!"

"N-No! I'm not! I-It's just the side effects-"

"SIDE EFFECTS MY ASS!"

I know right now I must sound like I'm complete you overreacting, but when you see blood pouring out from the tears ducts of the love of your life, you get a bit frantic. It wasn't just a few blood drops either, blood was literally dripping down the sides of his face like two small waterfalls. It was terrifying.

"Woah woah, what's with all the yelling? Is everything okay?" Matt appeared in the hallway with a worried expression, but it soon twisted into the most horrified one I'd ever seen him wear. "Jordan what's happened to you?!"

"It's the side effects! My powers- sometimes they do that! I-It's fine, I'm okay!"

"You bleed out of your eyes frequently?!"

"No! This is the first time, but-"

"Then we need to take action! You're going to a hospital right now!"

"What? No! I'm not going to the hospital!"

"Sparklez you're going to the damn hospital!"

"No I'm not going! You can't make me! I don't like hospitals! And stop yelling at me! I did nothing wrong!" He spun around and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him. That sausage! He knows something's wrong, he needs to get it checked out!

"Maybe we shouldn't have shouted at him...I had no idea he was uncomfortable with hospitals." Matt stared guiltily at the door, nervously picking at his fingernails.

"Well he needs to suck it up and go! He needs help!" It may be his powers, but if can't take that risk. What if it's something else? What if he's actually incredibly sick and he's minutes away from dying?

"Jordan, we will go in with you. I'm sure the doctors are quite friendly here. You know we just want to help, not make you feel uncomfortable. There could be something wrong that isn't power related and it could be very serious. You want to make sure, don't you?" Matt asked the door gently.

"No," he refused stubbornly. I could hear quiet sniffles from behind the door, and I felt a million pounds of guilt come crashing down on me. I yelled at him. I promised I wouldn't and I did, and it made him cry.

"Sparklez I'm sorry I was a douche bag. I was just scared for you. I-I'll stay with you the entire time. I'm sure the check up won't take five minutes. They'll probably just give you some pills or something and you'll be okay again. Please?"

"...you'll stay the whole time?" He asked quietly.

"Of course baby. The whole time. I swear on me mums grave, I won't leave you alone for a second."

"...okay."

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"Though I'm sure none of you have ever heard of it before, it is known as Haemolacria. It makes the eyes bleed profoundly from the tear ducts and it usually doesn't stop on its own unless treated properly." The guy opened up Sparklez left eye again, shining a small light in his red and purple pupils and making him flinch slightly. He hates this, I can tell. But he's being strong. I'm proud of him.

"W-what-...what d-do..." He struggled to get the words out, but I finished them so he wouldn't have to.

"What needs to happen for him to get better?" I asked the doc. He switched off the light and moved back towards his small counter, scribbling a note on his clipboard.

"There are multiple causes of Haemolacria, but a primary one is a small tumor located in the eye. I believe that's what's making his eyes bleed. We'll perform a small surgery and remove the tumor, and then everything should be okay again."

I watched Sparklez entire body tense. "S-Surgery?"

"Yes. It should only last an hour or two and then you'll be free to go home. I'll just go retrieve the papers for you to sign and we will get started right away." He finished up whatever he was writing, gave a small smile towards the both of us, and sped off out of the room.

"Tom. I can't. There's no way." He drew up his legs to his chest and buried his face in them.

"It won't be that bad," I assured him. I stood up from my chair and hopped up on the patient bed, making the paper covering it crinkle loudly. "You'll be asleep the whole time anyway. It's gonna be okay."

"But...I've never done anything like this before!"

"Yes you have. It was a long time ago though. Remember when you got blown up by that creeper? Dec had to do surgery on you then. You got through it just fine. You can do this. It's just a tiny surgery." I kissed him on the cheek and took his hand in mine, rubbing small circles into his palms as we waited in silence. A nurse returned later with the papers, a paper gown, and a small machine which she hooked up to the wall immediately. The small tubes coming out of it began to hiss with air, and I knew what it was. It was anesthesia.

I watched as Sparklez shakily signed the agreement papers and turned them into the annoyed nurse, which I'd shot a glare at just seconds before for shaking her foot impatiently at Sparklez. The kids nervous you bitch. Give him some time.

Once he turned them in, she told him with the most mono toned voice ever to put the gown on, lay down on the bed, and wait for the surgeon to come in and prep him for surgery. After she left the room, I helped him undress and put the gown on, spending extra time on everything I did so he wouldn't have to face his fears so soon. After I was done and it was his turn to lay down, he still stood next to me, gripping my arm so tight I could barely feel it anymore.

"It's going to be fine. I'll wait for you outiside, and you'll see me in no less than 120 minutes. You just have to sleep for two sixty minutes in a row, and then we can talk again. You can do it, I believe you can." I kissed his head gently and calmly pulled his fingers off my arm. I guided him towards the bed and helped him lay down. After that, we just waited. A different nurse came in a few seconds later, a lot happier and sweeter than the other. She said she had to hook him up on the machine and that I had to go.

"C-Can he s-stay with me? Until I f-fall asleep?" Sparklez asked, his eyes already full of tears. The nurse nodded understandingly and pulled out the small mask, gently pulling it over Sparklez face and adjusting it over his nose and mouth. His eyes didn't leave mine, and when they started to droop, I knew I only had a minute or two left with him.

"I love you. I'll see you soon okay? Me and Rose will be waitin' outside for you. 120 minutes, okay?"

He barely nodded, and then his eyes closed. I bit my tongue hard to keep from bawling, and kissed him on the forehead, before getting up and leaving out his room door.

120 minutes. I'll never make it.

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Jordan's p.o.v.

Waking up alone was new to me. I didn't like it at all. Usually when I woke up, I had Tom to cuddle up to or Rosie to snuggle with. This time I was alone. Alone in my bed, cold, exhausted, and starving. I actually felt like crying.
I had so many questions too. Did the surgery go okay? Is Tom outside still, waiting for me? Where is everyone? Where's the doctors and the nurses?

"Wakey wakey eggs and bacon!" Someone exclaimed quietly, and I nearly fell off my bed from fright. I thought I was alone?!

But I wasn't. Matt and Phil were both levitating in the air beside my bed, both staring at me with curious faces. Phil smacked Matt on the arm and scolded him.

"Matt you nearly killed him! And that's not even how the saying goes! It's wakey wakey eggs and bakey, not bacon!"

Matt whimpered and floated towards the other side of my bed, away from the annoyed Phil. "Well that's besides the point! I just wanted to give him a cheery welcome back!"

"W-Where's Tom? And Rosie?" I know it's rude to not even say hello to them after they greeted me, but I don't have time for that. I need to see my family. I need to cry on Toms shoulder and let all of these awful feelings out.

But they both smiled warmly at me, despite my ignoring their welcome."They're in the waiting room," Matt explained. "The doctors aren't allowing anyone in right now to see you."

"Why? I-I'm okay, aren't I?" Did something go wrong during the surgery? Can they not remove the tumor? Am I dying?

"Yes, you're fine!" Phil assured me. "The staff is just a bit confused on why there wasn't actually a tumor in your eye. They've been running tests on you for two hours and they've still got nothing."

What? There wasn't a tumor? But...what was making my eyes bleed then? "Then why were my eyes doing that?"

"Well I've come up with the theory that it's just your powers growing. Your tattoos are stretching out again, you vomited up a purple substance, and your eyes are no longer brown. So really, the doctors are wasting their time trying to figure out what's wrong with you. They can't exactly give you medication for dulling down the growth of your god powers," Matt chuckled.

"Wait, then why am I here? And why are you guys in here? You said no one was allowed in to see me."

Their faces turned slightly guilty at my question. "Well...we've sort of been sneaking around," Matt admitted guiltily. "Tom was going mad waiting for them to give us an update on your surgery, and plus we don't um...we've never really trusted doctors. They tend to bend the truth of conditions. We just wanted to ensure your safety and make sure you were okay. And you are, you didn't even go through surgery."

"We also wanted to prevent Tom from strangling the doctors. He was getting pretty fed up with all of the secretive things going on and the lack of updates. I thought he was going to make that poor nurse faint!" Phil laughed. Oh god, what did he do? I love him to death, but oh my god he has the worst temper I've ever seen. I hope he didn't hurt anyone.

"He didn't hurt anyone, did he? He didn't get angry in front of Rosie?"

Matt laughed. "No, luckily he didn't. And Rosie isn't here, so you don't have to worry about that."

My eyes widened at his words. What does that mean?! "What? Where is she?!" I asked frantically.

"She's fine!" Phill answered quickly. "She's with other Tom and Andor! They went to that little pizza place next to the hospital, she got hungry waiting for you. They're safe, I've been checking in every few moments. Don't even worry yourself about it." He gave me an awkward pat on the back, trying to provide me comfort from the gesture. It was sweet, but I was still a nervous wreck. I don't really know why. Everything's fine, Toms outiside, Rosie's eating pizza, I'm not dead.

Maybe it's just something about being trapped in a white room while I'm half naked on a plastic bed that makes me feel nervous.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked with concern in his tone.

"Yeah I'm just feeling kinda...I dunno. Anxious?"

"Well we can assure you, there's nothing to be worried-"

A knock on the door made all of us freeze, and the wizards both vanished in the blink of an eye. One of the nurses I'd seen earlier poked her head in the door and smiled at me warmly, giving a friendly wave as she entered the room. "Well look who's awake! How are you feeling darling?" I watched as she pushed a cart in the room and next to my bedside. I had no clue what any of the stuff on it was. I just saw small little empty glass tubes, some disinfectant wipes, and a box of gloves.

"O-Okay I guess. Um, what's going on?"

"Well we didn't have the surgery, but we're gonna take a few tests to see what's really wrong with those eyes of yours honey. Now, do you remember what blood type you are?" She slipped on some gloves and pulled something out from the bottom of the cart, and my heart stopped when I saw what it was. A syringe. Oh god no.

"I-I can't give blood, I-I don't like seeing my own blood. I don't like needles." But she was already grabbing my hand and cleaning my arm with the wipe, and my heart was beating so fast I couldn't hear myself think.

"It'll only take a second dear, you can do it. Just focus on the wall, okay? You can do it sweetie." I watched as she tightened a band around my upper arm, then she went to get shot from the cart.

"No no I-I can't, I don't want-"

"Hold still dear, here we go." She grabbed my arm.

"NO! NO I SAID NO!" I shouted as viciously as I could. It worked. She backed off with a frightened look on her face.

"Sweetie, it's important that we get your blood so we can-"

"Give me my damn clothes and get that needle out of my face before I stab it into yours," I hissed. I really didn't want to be mean, she seemed like a nice woman. But you don't stick a needle in someone who clearly doesn't consent to it. This is one of those moments where I actually appreciate being insane. At least my insane self isn't afraid to say what he thinks and stand up for himself.

"O-Okay dear, I'll go get your things." She sat the syringe down and backed up slowly towards the door, running out as soon as she got it open. I sighed and laid down on the bed, hugging my arms tightly. I did the right thing, didn't I? I could have gone without threatening her but...ugh.

"I think she deserved it," I heard Matt say beside me. "You don't inject someone without consent, that is just rude." He had appeared again, this time sitting cross legged on top of the counter with an irritated look on his face.

"I want to leave. No more tests, I'm done. I just want to be able to sleep in my own bed for a night without any of this stupid shit bothering me..." My insane self sounded so tired, exhausted and fed up. I don't blame him. I feel that way too. I wish I could go back to the tree and live happily again. I wish I could go back to Mianite.

"It will get better. We promise. Things will be okay again one day." I felt that awkward pat again, and I knew it was Phil.

"You don't know that..." I said bitterly.

"We do, we see it every time we're around you Jordan. We see a wonderful future. Things will get better. We can assure you that." Matt was attempting to comfort me too, but rubbing my back instead if just patting it like Phil was.

"I guess you can't tell me what my future is though, hm?" That would be too easy. There's gotta be some law that protects against it. Some stupid law that Tom made up.

"No but...we can tell you, it's very beautiful. You're very happy there."

"Well...then I guess that's all that mat-" the sound of the door being knocked on interrupted me, and Matt and Phil immediately vanished again before the extremely nervous nurse from before walked in with my clothes.
She rushed over to the table and put the clothes into my hands, nervously fumbling in the process.

"Okay dear! I have all of your clothes, and your hubby has your glasses and shoes. Would you like a glass of water or an orange juice before you leave?" She asked the question so nicely, I felt absolute guilt for yelling at her earlier. She's a nurse, it's her job to do what's she's told and take blood. She probably thought I was just making stuff up because I was jittery.

"No it's fine. I-I'm really sorry about yelling at you. I'm just terrified of needles and I don't do well with seeing my own blood. Y-You seem like a really nice person..."

She gave me a sweet smile and a small pat on my cheek. "It's okay darlin'. I understand. You've had a long day and you probably miss that fella of yours, don't ya?"
I smiled, blushing, and nodded. I do miss Tom. I can't go two minutes without him or else I go crazy.

Wait. How does she know I have a husband?

"Um, how'd you know I was married? If you don't mind me asking."

"The matchin' purple hair kinda gave it away hun," she chuckled. "And I can say, he sure misses you too. He's been askin' about you all day."

Oh. So she's the same nurse Toms been harassing all day. This poor woman.

"I'm so sorry. He gets aggressive when he's worried, he's actually a really sweet person most of the time."

"I'll take your word for it sweetie. As soon as you get changed you can leave. You come back if it starts up again, okay? You tell em' you want nurse Helen takin' care of you okay?"

I had to resist the urge to laugh, because I knew I'd never be coming back here ever again, but I smiled instead and nodded. "I will. Thank you."

She gave me a polite wink before leaving the room, leaving me alone to dress myself. I didn't have that much to take off, I just had the gown on. I was in the process of putting on my underwear when the door opened again, and I completely froze. If it's that poor nurse, then I'm literally going to fall over and die with-

"Hey sexy."

That's not nurse Helen.

"Who let you in here perv?" I joked, still facing away from him. I went to pull my underwear up the rest of the way, when a hand did it before I could.

"Nurse Helen said you required my assistance in getting dressed. Really I'm more of an expert at undressing you, but I guess if you really need my help..." I could hear him smirking from behind me, and I couldn't help but laugh at his terrible joke.

"I missed you too. I heard you've been giving nurse Helen a hard time?" I felt my shirt being pulled over my head, and I lifted my arms up so he could properly get it over my head.

"Hey, I was interrogating her alright? They were keeping my Sparkley booty hostage and I needed answers." A sloppy kiss landed on my cheek and I giggled at it. He next attempted to put on my black button up, and I lifted my arms again so they'd go through the holes. Still facing away from me, he did the buttons and flattened down my collar, just how I liked it to be.

"Well to be fair, I was kinda giving her a hard time too. She tried to take my blood and I went insane on her and threatened to stab her with a syringe."

I heard him gasp, and a hard smack landed on my butt seconds later. "Bad Sparkley bum! No threatening nice old ladies!"

"Easy! My bum is sensitive...I told her sorry anyway," I laughed. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed, and I did. He moved to put my pants on next, avoiding eye contact as he slid them on my ankles and kept going up.

"No excuses! You shall be punished the next time we are alone!" He slid them the rest of the way up, and yanked me off the bed by the hem of my pants, zipping and buttoning them up in the process. He's actually really good at dressing me too. Wow.

"Yeah right. You'll forget by then," I teased.

"I never forget about punishing you, Mr. Sparklez." He pulled my glasses from his pocket and sat them up on the bridge of my nose, pushing them all the way up, just how I was always doing. He finally looked into my eyes after he was done. I could see now why he avoided it until now.

They were filled with tears.

"You don't know how scared I was," he choked out.

"Aw Tom...you know I was too." I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled into his neck. He sighed shakily and wrapped his arms around me too. I thought I had the worse end of the situation, when really he must have had the worst of it. Having to sit for two agonizing hours and having no one tell you anything at all must have sucked for him. At least I got to sleep through my terror. He didn't.

"I hate hospitals." He clutched me tighter and kissed my head gently. I smiled into his jacket and breathed in the scent of him, the scent I'll never get tired of, the scent that I know I'll have with me until I die.

"It's okay. I hate them too. Let's go home."
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Hope this cheered some of you up :) I'll be in the comments if you guys wanna chat, love you all <3

- Lee