Waddup Day Nineteen deleted itself when I was close to uploading. Damn.

So much to mine and everyone else's displeasure, this story is coming to an obvious end and idk if I'm ready to let this one go. I don't know if its because its my first to be completed or if its just because I love it so much. This chapter will hopefully be longer because, let's face it, I'm not ready to finish it for emotional reasons and your not ready to read the ending for emotional reasons.

We're all just one big emotional mess. . . Unless that's just me.

"Well isn't this a strange twist." Calum commented, wheeling himself over to Michael's hospital bed. His brown eyes scan the walls, noting that they where as pale and blank as Michael's expression.

Sleeping people are so cute.

"Did you plan that?" He asks, gesturing to the door with his thumb. The door that had a few seconds ago been opened by Ashton while Luke pushed Calum's wheelchair through. The door that was slammed shut and locked after the misfit pair cackled loudly at Calum spinning uncontrollably on his wheels.

"Probably not, they told me you'd be unconscious until god knows when." Calum's smile quivers, nearly unnoticeable. 

"I'm glad you're alive, don't get me wrong, but I was hoping to see you smile when I woke up. I thought that you were gone when you didn't show up."  He allows his fingers to intertwine themselves in between Michael's, matching purple bands rubbing together and creating an awful scraping noise.

"Now I know why you apologized." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Calum jumps a little when something rubs against his leg. Eyes wide, he looks down to see a lanky cat with mixed-match eyes.

One dark brown, one green-grey.

The cat jumps out of the shadows and into Calum's lap, revealing that its fur is purple and dark blue with little specks of white.

"You must be Meowkael." He greets, letting out a tiny sniffle while petting the small cat with his free hand.

"Who are you?" A small voice asks, causing Calum to jump and look at Meowkael the Galaxy Cat in disbelief before quickly realizing that the question actually came from a little girl standing at the door with a small sparkly suitcase next to her.

"I'm Calum." He spits out awkwardly under the girl's scrutinizing gaze.

A wide Cheshire Cat-like grin stretches across her face, "The Calum?"

"I guess?" He replies not to sure of what the girl means.

"You're Michael's Calum, which means we can be friends." It sounded like she was talking to herself and the wheelchair ridden boy at the same time.

"I'm Roslyn." She says proudly, sticking out a small, silk glove clad hand.

"The Roslyn?" Calum teases, enveloping her hand with his tanned one.

"What's that?" The small girl's attention is directed to Calum's collar bone where Michael's jacket had unzipped to reveal his feather tattoo.

"Its a tattoo."

"My mum has a tattoo, she says I have to wait to get some. I want a whole bunch." Roslyn rambles, opening her little briefcase up and laying out an assortment of dresses.

"You're probably the most hardcore fairy princess I've ever met."

She scoffs, "Have you met Michael?"