I'm Lost......

"You will?" Cillia asked looking up at him shocked. She couldn't help it. She honestly figured he would have been gone by now.

"Well, ya." He said with a small smile. "What kinda Guy would I be if I left this cute funny little women to fend for herself when I've taken a liken to her."

"You have?" Cillia squeaked, still incredulous. She stared at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. "B-but...I don't understand."

"What's there not to understand?" He asked teasingly. "I got dropped here by some random dude who doesn't like me cause he's married to my ex wife and you took me in with really asking any questions except wither I was good in bed. All I've seen since then was more of that strong condifident women, and I think I'd like to keep seein' that women."

Cillia just looked at him dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to get her hopes up. Could he really be saying that? She blinked a few times to make sure he was real.

"I just offered to stay with you, poured out my heart," he placed a hand on his heart dramatically. "And you doubt me? I'm wounded!" He acted as if he'd been shot. "Your little faith in my feelings shall break my heart in two." He stopped and gave her a grin. "I mean it."

Cillia stared at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't. She wanted to so desperately, but she couldn't. So she just kissed him, letting him think she did.

Andre kissed her back, happily thinking that he'd convinced her.

Cillia felt her heart stutter, getting that sluggish feel again as her breath began to get shallow again. Her legs buckled beneath her.

Andrew tightened his hold on her and stepped out of the shower to dry them off then held her close, looking at her worriedly. "Cellia, hey, what's wrong? You okay?"

Cillia gave a small nod, blinking a few times. "I just need to rest." She said breathlessly. "Will you do me a favor and get my medicine from the doctor for me?"

Andrew nodded, "Of course!" He then picked her up again and carried her to the bed before getting dressed and leaving

It wasn't long after he laid her down that Cillia found herself asleep, her heart still lurching strangely every once in a while. She didn't like this feeling, and she didn't like the thought that he wouldn't come back.

The woman behind the counter at the office looked extreamly bored as she popped her gum obnoxiously. It just added to the noise of screaming children and coughing homeless people. The doctor came out looking haggard and worn out as if he hadn't been sleeping well or had been working for the last thirty six hours.

Andrew walked into the office awkwardly, getting the feeling that this really wasn't a place he wanted to be in. With a sigh he slowly made his way to the counter and offered the woman a smile. "I'm here to pick up some medication for Cillia (last name here)."

The woman popped her gum again as she looked at him then sighed and looked through her computer and printed out the perscription papers and handed them to him, looking slightly annoyed. "I'm suppose to ask if you want her name on the donor list for transplants." She said, her voice sounding bored.

Andrew stared at her for a moment, shock taking hold of his mind as the words hit him. "Transplants? " he echoed dumbly and took the paper. "Why does she need a transplant? She said she was fine" his voice was hurt, by the fact she didn't bother to mention this to him.

"She's having heart failure, or somthing like that." The woman said as she watched him, popping her gum again. "Says so right here. The medicines and check ups are suppose to help her. She's gonna be a hard one to match though. That's a rare blood type, AB-." The woman seemed to not care in the slightest, spouting off as if it was common knowledge.

Andrew frowned grimly, then a thought formed in his mind. He hated himself for it but it wouldn't leave. Lana was that blood type....."thank you." He told the women. "And yes, put her on the list." He said then left.

The woman shrugged and put the name on the list, going back to her Cosmo magazine and popping her gum obnoxiously.

Cillia was still asleep, curled up beneath the covers. She shivered, the cold somehow still reaching her, even in the middle of summer. She burried herself under them totally, her body curled in on itself, her breath shallow and shakey as she fell into a deeper sleep.

Andrew arrived back at the house and took one look at her, his heart wrenching in his chest. He had to help her. With that thought in mind he gathered her in his arms and walker out the door after dressi her and wrapping the blanket tightly around herbody. Using some money from his huge bank account he rented a car and started driving in the direction of Lana's house. "Just hold on honey......"

Cillia stirred slightly, her body disapearing, then reappearing as the cold hit her again. "What's going on?" Her words were thick with sleep and slightly slurred. "Andrew, where am I?"

Andrew glanced at her, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as his eyes went back to the road. "How come you didn't tell me you needed a transplant?" He asked softly, his voice holding some of his hurt. "Don't try and deny it, a nurse told me when I picked up your medicine, showed me your file and everything." He glared at the road, not really angry at her, just really really hurt is all.

Cillia searched through her muddled mind as she tried to find an answer to his question. "Because I didn't think you were staying, and I didn't want you to stay out of pity." She murmered, her heart stutter stepping painfully, making her groan.

Andrew looked at her again, concern echoing in both his eyes and his stance behind the wheel as he fought the urge to put an arm around her. "I'm gonna fix this." He murmured turning his eyes to the road. "You just hang on. I'm gonna fix this." He looked at the road signs and growled under his breath as he realized that Lana's place was still two hours away.

"Did you get my pills?" Cillia asked. She hoped that if anything, they would help her heart some so she didn't feel so terrible. She wanted to aske what he was going to fix, but didn't, not having the energy to really find interest.