A/N: So I would greatly appreciate if you all didn't hate me after this one, what I've done has been done to extend the story, otherwise it'd be pretty much over, so yeah. I hope you all like it even though crap is about to get real and people are gonna have to deal with some things...
Here we go...

Chapter 22

It was ridiculously cold by the time I got to the place I was looking for. I'd warmed up and cooled down, since it was now past midnight night. Olaf was okay to keep going, but we'd gotten to the door of the woman I wanted to talk to.
     Michelle June Lewis.
     Despite the time, I hoped she opened the door. I knocked and waited then knocked again. I knocked louder and then I finally heard footsteps until the door clicked open.
     "Kirstie?" she asks before her face falls, "Kirstie." She repeats with a stern look on her face as she moves to close the door.
     I shove my foot in the door, wincing as she closes it on my boot. "Please, I need to talk Michelle. I need to ask you about something, please?"
     She opens the door wide once more, "You cheated on my brother."
     "Your brother hurt me, and I think he lied to me too."
     "What would he have to lie about Kirstie? He didn't cheat on you," she casts a glare my way, looking me over, then stopping her gaze on Olaf. "He wants that back," she nods towards my baby.
     "He can't have Olaf, I've set an order, he's mine and if Jeremy tries to take him he will go to jail," I speak surely and watch the look of horror that crosses Michelle's face.
     "What do you want to know Kirstie? And make it quick, it's late and cold and I don't like you."
     "Well I don't like you either," I retort before taking a deep breath to ask my question. "I didn't know Jeremy when he was sick, so-"
     "Hold on... sick?" she raises an eyebrow, "What do you mean sick?"
     "Am I not supposed to say that? Would you rather I say..." I lower my voice "cancer?"
     Her eyes widen and she takes a step back, "What?"
     "What?" I ask confused. "He had Cancer... didn't he? And that's why he can't have children," I rush out as she continues to step backwards, shaking her head.
     "No, no," she covers her mouth with her hand as I notice the tears springing to her eyes.
     "I'm sorry," I follow her in, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I figured it was in the past that you might be able to answer a question I have."
     "NO! No questions! I can't believe this. I'm so sorry Kirstie, I need to explain this to you." She rushes behind me to close the door, then stepping in front of me she takes my hands.
     "What's wrong?" I ask, worried.
     "Kirstie, Jeremy... when Jeremy was in college he and his friends took a trip overseas. I don't remember where they went but it's one of those places that do operations, minimal or not, no questions asked," she takes a deep breath, looking down a little, with tears still trailing down her cheeks.
     "What are you trying to say?" I ask with tears springing to my own eyes.
     "Jeremy never had Cancer Kirstie. On that trip he decided he'd never want children and got a vasectomy- Kirstie?!"
     I saw spots as I slowly sunk to the ground with Michelle's small arms trying to keep me up. My head spun and the next thing everything was black.

I don't know how long I was out, but it must have turned into sleep at some point up until I woke up in a white, slightly familiar room.
     I sat bolt upright and looked down at myself before groaning in pain and clutching my head. I wasn't in my own clothes, I was in a hospital gown and my head really hurt. I glance down at my arm, there's a needle in there and so I start to cry, because I don't like needles. Piercings were one thing, needles were another entirely.
     With tear filled eyes, I look around the white room, I hated hospital rooms, but who didn't.
     I hiccupped a few tears back, but completely stopped as I noticed a jacket on the chair next to my bed. The chair was pulled right up and the jacket was right there. I'd worn that jacket on a few occasions and so I reach over to pick it up and pull it on, being careful of the needle while trying not to look at it. Soft and warm as always the jacket hugs me and I sink into it as I lean back on the bed and zip up the leather.
     I pulled the collar up to my nose to smell the familiar scent of the cologne that had made me throw up not even a week ago. I roll over, cuddling further into it and close my eyes only letting a few tears roll as I go back to sleep.

When I wake again it's dark, but is it still dark or dark again? Why is there no clock? I squirm in the bed until I just roll over and come face to face with the leather jackets sleeping owner. I snap my arm out to reach for him when a sharp shooting pain hits my arm and I yell out. Then I black out once more, the last thing I saw was a pair of caring green eyes hovering above me.

It's finally light as my eyes squint open to land on him.
     "Hey," he says softly as he leans forward in his armchair that he'd pulled up beside my bed.
It takes me a moment to find my words and when I do they come out groggy and unclear, "What happened?"
     "Sorry, what was that?" he leans closer and I try to speak again.
     "What happened?" I ask with a little more clarity.
     "You passed out honey."
     "Then why am I in hospital?" I move to sit up, still wrapped up in the leather jacket, I barely remembered pulling it on. He steps up to lie me back down and tuck some hair behind my ear.
     "Well you hit your head pretty bad Kirst, the doctors wanted to keep you here over night to make sure you were alright. You were hardly awake... but Kirst why were you at Jeremy's sister's house?"
     I frown at him, "I was?"
     "Yeah you were, she called Scott, who called me and Kev... Why'd you leave Kirst?"
     "I don't know."
     "You don't know or you don't remember?" he asks softly, but he was being really mean, why was he asking so many questions, I didn't want to answer, I couldn't think of anything! There must be an answer! But I don't know! Why is he being so mean to me!
     "Stop being mean!"
     His look of concern fades into a frown and confusion as he looks at me and I start to cry. The tears come so easily that I must have been crying earlier, no I know I was crying earlier, but why?
     "Kirst, what did I say honey?" he asks as he reaches out for my hand but I draw back.
     "I want my mom," I tell him through the tears.
     "Kirstie, your mom is in Texas, I haven't even had the chance to call her yet."
     "If she's in Texas then where am I?"

A/N: Yeah so that happened.

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