| Autumn lay in her bed, still watching Jamison's face. Suddenly, she felt so sick. Her stomach roiled, and she collapsed back on her pillows with a groan. Jamison stirred and walked to her bedside.
"Autumn, Autumn, are you okay?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
He looked into her pale face.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm fine. ... You can go back to bed, you know. I'm okay." She smiled slightly; his face was white and horrified.
"It's just a side-effect," Jamison said, "don't you worry about it, either."
"I won't," she said, "let's just go back to bed."
Jamison walked back to bed and slid under the blankets. This time, it was his turn to watch Autumn's peaceful face as she drifted off to sleep. He wondered what she was thinking. he had heard the doctors say he would go home in two days. He dreaded the horrible return to his parents, but he knew that it was all different now. Because of autumn. But what if she forgot him, and moved on?
"No, she won't," a voice in his mind said.
"She might," he argued with it.
Restlessly, he turned, not being able to look at Autumn's face any longer. suppose he lost her, too, like everyone else had left him, alone in his world of pain?
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