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She wakes Claire by gently rubbing her shoulder.

“Wake up, darling. Just gotta check your vitals.” Claire rouses slowly, pulling at the oxygen tube.

“Whoa, don't mess with that,” Jenna says, taking her hands away. Claire's eyes open and she looks startled for a moment. Like a child.

“What? Oh, Ava. What time is it?”

“It's twelve-thirty sleeping beauty. Can you go ahead and lift that arm for me?” Claire lifts her arm and Jenna starts to take her blood pressure.

“You should be in school.”

“There are some things that are more important than school. Besides, I'm almost done.”

“I should be a mean mommy and make you go back.”

“But you're not going to,” Ava finishes, and Jenna laughs.

“I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your mother is just as stubborn. She put up quite a fuss about getting this IV in.”

Claire blushes, and for a second, I see Ava's face on hers. They are so much alike.

“Looks good. I'll be back in a few hours, okay? Your lunch should be here soon, too.”

“I'm not hungry,” Claire says.

“Well, see how you feel. Nice to meet you, Ava and Peter.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ava says, although she doesn't feel that it is nice at all.

“Do you need a chair, handsome?” she says with a wink.

“I am fine.”

“Such a gentleman,” she says, touching my arm. Jenna is not put off by me at all and smiles at me as if I was a human boy giving my girlfriend my support as her mother battles cancer. Her energy is warm and giving. Infectious.

Jenna leaves and returns with a chair for me, which I take from her and sit, thanking her before she leaves.

Claire tries to sit up, but her arms are so weak that she can't, so Sam helps her.

“I hate that you're all taking care of me.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Claire. That's what we're here for. You have to stop trying to do so much,” Sam says, brushing her balding head. He smiles at her as if she's his whole world. I wish I could smile at Ava the same way.

“I just hate to be a burden.”

“You can't love a burden. And you're much too cute to be a burden.” Sam kisses her head and she sighs, but it turns into a cough.

Ava grips my hand tightly, her heart racing. I pump as much calm as I can muster. I shut everything else out but her and push her worries and negative feelings away. I think of sunlight, laughing with her and every good moment we've had so far together.

Her body relaxes just a bit and she lies back in the chair. Sam yawns, his jaw cracking with the effort.

“I think I'm going to get some coffee. Does anyone need anything?” Ava shakes her head and I respond that I am fine. Sam gives Claire a wink before leaving the room, pulling the sliding curtain behind him.

“I don't know what I did to deserve the two of you, but whatever lottery I won, I'm glad I did.” Ava gives her a light hug, trying not to jostle any of the tubes. “Come on up here, I can make room. You don't mind, do you, Peter?”

“Not at all.” I've never had so many people concerned with how I feel about things. It is both strange and pleasing.

Claire scoots over and Ava climbs into the bed next to her on the opposite side of all the tubes and equipment. Ava lays her head on Claire's shoulder and closes her eyes. She's thinking that this can't be it. This can't be the end. That there should be more time. That it isn't fair. That she isn’t going to be strong enough. That she will break into a million little pieces that will blow away in the wind. I steal Sam's chair so I can sit next to her with my hand on her ankle so I can touch her skin.

“You'd better be careful with that hand when my husband gets back. I might not take exception to it, but he will.”

“Mom, he's touching my ankle. I'm pretty sure no one has ever gotten pregnant from that.”

Claire sighs, coughing again. “True.” She lies with Ava for a while. Sam takes his time getting coffee, giving them time. I stay still, trying to blend into the furniture.

“I still know you're there,” Ava says, turning her head toward me. “I don't know how I know that. I could just feel you thinking it.”

“Now you're reading my mind.”

“Maybe. Maybe I just know you really well.”

“That's what love is,” Claire says.

Sam walks in a moment later with a Styrofoam cup and a muffin.

“This was all I could find in the kitchen, but if you want, I can go down to the cafe later and get you something else.”

“No, it's fine.”

Ava takes the muffin and though she doesn't want to eat it, she starts pulling off the top and tearing it into little pieces. Ava always tears her muffins apart before eating them. So many little things to adore about her.

Sam takes a sip of coffee. He takes his black, and the coffee is so old that it is quite potent. He winces before swallowing. “I was thinking that it seems foolish for you to stay in school for the rest of the year. It's only, what? Threeish weeks?”

“Yeah.”

“Exactly. You're not going to miss anything if you get out now. You've finished your exams, right?”

She hasn't, but she says, “Pretty much.” She sends a mental plea for my help and I squeeze her ankle in response. I can forge her writing on anything if need be. I also write faster than she does.

“You'll have plenty of time for school later.”

Ava is shocked by his change of attitude. She is also scared by it. If he is willing to let her stop going to school, it means that Claire is really sick. She wants to ask how bad it is and get a real answer, but she doesn't want to do it in front of Claire.

“Exactly,” Ava says, snuggling closer to Claire. “Exactly.

Ava

As soon as I can, I find a bathroom to throw up in. I remember back when they told me she was terminal and I threw up. That was the same night I met Peter. This time when I throw up, he holds my hair. I'm adding that to the Peter Love list.

“Sorry,” I say out of habit. I seem to be apologizing for anything and everything lately. I'm just such a mess and I'm mad at myself for making him spend so much damn time with me. The Claiming is a burden. I am a burden.

“You're not,” he says, wetting a paper towel and wiping my forehead. I'm so upset and stressed that he's getting all my thoughts clear as a bell. It's such small potatoes at this point that I don't even give a shit.

He helps me to my feet and hands me a glass of water. We're in the handicap bathroom down the hall from Mom's room. We've been here for hours, and soon Dad's going to make me go home. I don't want to leave her.

“I can get you here in four minutes, if need be. Just think of that,” he says, wiping the back of my neck with the cool towel. He follows it with his lips, which are just as nice.

“I just want to go away. Go somewhere else.”

“I know. I would take you anywhere you wanted to go, but she needs you. Your father needs you.”

“I know, I know.” My stomach hurts, my head hurts and my heart hurts, but I know deep down that I'm whining and being a snotty teenager. I need to suck it up. I roll my shoulders back, take a deep breath and swish my mouth out.

“Okay, I'm good. I think.” I stare at my face in the mirror and meet Peter's eyes. He smiles.

“That's my girl.” My heart flutters at his smile. It's better than any happy pill I could take. I know he's struggling with my emotions. I'm sorry for that, but there's nothing I can do. We're going to have to carry this together.

“I really need a toothbrush,” I say, running my tongue on my teeth. Yuck.

“I'll be right back,” he says, sliding through the door and coming back seconds later with a boosted toothbrush and toothpaste.

“Thanks, baby.”

“Anytime.”

Mom and Dad are laughing when Peter and I get back to the room. Flowers and cards are already arriving, and Aj called a couple of times, offering to come down. She says she's not coming until tomorrow, but I'm pretty sure she's on the way, judging by how distracted she was when I talked to her an hour ago, and the fact that I could hear highway noise.

“What's so funny?” I say, motioning for Peter to sit in the chair so I can sit in his lap. He does it, and I prop my feet on Mom's bed.

“Your father was just talking about our honeymoon. Did I ever tell you that on our honeymoon we got attacked by a family of raccoons?”

“Uh, no. Why haven't I heard this story?”

“Well, it was so stupid. We went out for a hike around the island and someone named your father forgot to close the door all the way. When we got back there were at least five raccoons tearing through all our food. I can't remember what you used to shoo them away.”

“It was that broken chair we had on the porch, remember?”

“He was like a lion tamer, trying to get them to go out the back door. I'll never forget the way they hissed and ran around. Of course I was screaming one second and then laughing the next.” Mom starts to laugh again, and tears roll down her face. Dad gets up and does a reenactment for us, and I start giggling. Soon we're all laughing so hard we can't breathe. Well, except for Peter. He does make a really good effort. Gold star.

Dinner arrives for Mom, and Peter and I go down to the cafeteria to get some food. He helps me carry the trays back up and when we walk into the room, Tex and Viktor are there.

“Hey, we just thought we'd stop by and say hi.” They're holding hands and Tex has a strange look on her face. Like she's about ready to explode and shoot rainbows everywhere. Like she just saw a unicorn and got to pet it. I think I know what that look is for, but I really, really can't deal with that right now.

“I know how much you love your tulips, so I thought I'd bring your garden to you,” Tex says, gesturing to a bouquet of baby yellow tulips in a pink vase.

“Thank you, Tex. That was so thoughtful. Thank you for the card as well, and thank your parents for me.”

“I will,” she says, and her happy face falls for a second as she glances at all the tubes, wires and equipment Mom is strapped to. Tex doesn't do well with hospitals. They totally freak her out. I don't know why, because she's never had to stay in one and all her parents and grandparents are alive.

Viktor takes up most of the room. Today his wardrobe consists of black skinny jeans, which he somehow manages to make masculine, and a Pink Floyd t-shirt.

“It's nice to meet you, Viktor, although I wish it were under better circumstances. Still, I've heard so much about you and it's nice to put a face with a name,” Mom says.

“I have heard much about you as well, and I can see where Ava gets her beauty and her spirit from.” Mom blushes at the compliment. Yeah, he's that charming. Dad looks a little uncomfortable.

“Well, we don't want to intrude. I'll see you later, Ava. Nice to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. I hope you get better soon. Bye.” Viktor echoes Tex’s sentiments and leaves.

Peter and I pull up another of the rolling trays, and we all settle in for a family dinner.

“I don't want to be rude, but are you adopted?” Dad asks.

“Yes, all my brothers are. My mother was unable to have children of her own.”

“Oh, I see. Was it difficult for her to adopt as a single mother?”

“She is a lawyer. She has ways of getting what she wants.” Okay, so the first part isn't true, but the second is.

“Are you sure you're not hungry? I'm sure there are plenty of gluten-free and lactose-free options.”

“I will eat when I get home. My mother is very strict about family meals.” Dad is clearly puzzled by the fact that Peter never eats with us, but he has other things on his mind.

“That fruit looks really nice.”

“I'm not that hungry,” Mom says. Understatement of the year. She's barely touched anything. She refuses to eat Jell-O, just like me. The texture of that stuff makes my gag reflex go crazy.

“Claire, you have to eat something.”

“I'll have some later.”

She puts her fork down and pushes the tray away. I glance at Dad, waiting for him to fight her on it, but he doesn't. He sits back and takes a bite of his burger. I munch my salad and Peter watches. We're quiet for the rest of dinner, and soon it's time for me to go home. Dad is going to stay until visiting hours are over for the night. I don't want to leave her, but I'm not going to have a hissy fit. It's juvenile and Mom doesn't need that. So I kiss her on the cheek and say I'll be back in the morning. She tells me to get some sleep and that she loves me.

“Love you more,” I say.

“Not possible,” she says.

I watch her face until we leave the room. I think I'm going to break again, but Peter is there to hold me up and keep me together.

“You're my glue,” I say when we get in my car. He puts me in the passenger seat without even consulting me. I should be angry, but I like this take-charge Peter much more than mean Peter or just-say-no Peter.

When we get to the house, Aj's car is already there. I walk in the door on tiptoes and flash the lights. “The good silver is in the china cabinet. Take it and go.”

“You know that silver is fake, right?” she says, coming out from the kitchen.

“How did you get in?”

“I can't imagine. Could it be the hide-a-key under that fake rock in the garden?”

I narrow my eyes. “How did you know about that? It's supposed to be a secret.”

“I have my ways,” she says, pretending to twirl a mustache. “I see you've got your shadow with you.”

“Yeah, we're pretty much a packaged deal. Right, baby?”

“Right.”

“I never thought I'd see the day when my independent niece would go crazy for a boy. You must be pretty special to keep this one in line.”

“He is,” I say.

“I don't,” he says in response to the second part. “I would never want to tame her.”

“Good. That's what I like to hear. So, who wants dinner?”

“We already ate at the hospital.”

“Really? Damn, I made a crap ton of mac and cheese. Granted, it's from a box, but it's organic.” Aj can't cook, so this is really something.

“Well, in that case.” I hear a loud truck about a mile away. “What's Jamie doing here?”

“Aw, I miss Jamie. I haven't seen him in forever,” Aj says, going to the stove to stir what I hope is the mac and cheese. She turns, snapping her fingers. “Damn, I forgot about your lactose intolerance. Sorry.”