While everyone else explored, Wyatt, Griffin, Star, and Chase made no progress to get better.

After a while, everyone gave up and sent the four of them to their rooms.

Wyatt drifted quietly to his room, sighing in defeat as he slumped down on the one chair in his room and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Strange.

Was the ceiling dripping despair too?

He closed his eyes in a futile attempt to get rid of the sickening feeling.

Wyatt looked around his room, desperate for a cure. At that point, he would do anything.

Wasn't the opposite of despair known as hope?

Wyatt shot up to his feet, his eyes wild as he ran out of the room, forehead sweaty with the effort as he raced to the boys' bathroom, running to the last stall.

He slammed his fist on the tile, revealing the keypad. With shaking fingers, Wyatt punched the code in.

HOPE.

The compartment door slid open, and Wyatt grabbed the laptop out, letting out a noise that was a mix between a sob and a sigh in relief.

The screen flashed white and the little boy popped up on the screen once more.

"Hello, Lord Wyatt!"

Wyatt ran his hands through his hair.

AlterAssassin frowned. "Is there something wrong?"

"I've caught the Despair Disease. Not only that, but my symptom is true despair, Alter. Help me."

AlterAssassin looked kind of adorable in a serious way. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was pointed downwards in a small pout, and his eyes looked up to the top of the computer in thought. "If it's true despair, only hope will cure it, Lord Wyatt."

"I can't feel hope, AlterAssassin. No matter how hard I try."

"Maybe...have someone else give you hope. I'm sorry, Lord Wyatt, I'm not a very good psychologist, but this is the best suggestion I can offer. If you can't feel hope by yourself, then have someone help guide the way back away from the Despair Disease."

Wyatt nodded quickly. "Thank...thank you."

AlterAssassin smiled. "You're welcome, my Lord!"

Wyatt closed the computer top and stood up shakily, emerging out from the bathroom stall as he walked out of the room, heading into his room once more. He lay down, closing his eyes.

Wyatt slept for a bit, waking up at someone's voice, telling him to wake.

"Wyatt? Are you alive?"

He opened up his eyes groggily and looked over. "What?"

Cassie sat on the chair next to his bed. Wyatt rubbed his dizzy, aching head. "Oh, hey, Cassie. What are you doing here?"

She looked at him before sighing. "I didn't want to be here, but we all agreed that there would be at least two people to take care of you four."

"Who's the other person?"

"Harmony."

"As expected."

Cassie tilted her head slightly. "You know, for someone who's gotten such a horrifying sounding disease, you act like you're not sick at all."

Wyatt shook his head. "That's not it at all. I guess...I mean, for the other three, the symptoms are more on the outside. It's very easy to know now that Chase is lying, Griffin stopped acting like a jerk, and Star treats everything like an action movie, that they've obviously caught the disease. But for me..." Wyatt faltered. "The despair is something only I can bear with inside of my own head. I don't see a way to describe it to someone, or to show it besides attempting suicide and crying."

Cassie sat there silently, listening quietly.

Wyatt couldn't help but continue. "Like I said, it's more of an inner feeling. I was desperate enough to go to AlterAssassin and ask him for ways to help, but all he said was to go talk to someone if I wanted help."

Cassie was quiet for a moment. She smiled suddenly. "And didn't you just do that?"

Wyatt stopped and thought for a minute before realizing that the weighted feeling in his chest was slightly lighter than before. He broke out into a small smile, the first one he'd wore since the disease hit him. "You're right. Thank you, Cassie."

"Well, to respond to all you said, I can only say one thing." Cassie replied.

"What's that?"

She smiled. "Find your hope. Refind the hope that despair his from you. I wish you, of course, the best of luck. Not that you'll need it."

Wyatt stared into Cassie's eyes, the green eyes that were filled with hope. She stared back.

Unintentionally, he leaned in. Cassie didn't move as his lips met hers, and they kissed.

Only for a moment though, because there was suddenly a breath in Wyatt's ear.

"Well, well, well, look at the lovers here."

He lurched backwards, almost falling off of the other side.

Dagger was hanging off of the ceiling, an amused look in his eyes. Cassie stared up and gasped. "How the hell are you doing that?"

Dagger glanced at his feet, which seemed to be stuck to the ceiling. "My magic. Surprised? Yes, even I, Dagger Belmont, have magic! You all have magic! It's only fair that I have magic, too!"

Wyatt looked away. The despair was coming back to him at an alarming speed. He leapt out of bed, running out of the room.

It was then that he crashed into Damien. They both yelled and fell backwards, holding their head.

"Ow, ow, ow..." Damien mumbled, holding his hand over his eye. Wyatt could see the faint bruise outline that went beyond Damien's hand.

Wyatt rubbed the lump on his head. "Damien."

Damien looked over in surprise. "Wyatt? Aren't you supposed to be in your room?"

Wyatt looked away. "I'd rather not talk about it. Where were you heading, in such a rush?"

Damien nodded. "Ah, yes. I was coming down here to tell you."

"Yes?"

His face was a complete mask of seriousness. "Will you tell the rest of them down here?"

Wyatt agreed.

"We found the entrance to the fourth floor."

A/N:
Like the Wyatt X Cassie ship? :D