Recap:

Dr. Martinez: Mr. Arcs has lost a lot of blood and has many fatal wounds. We were able to patch up all the damage the wounds inflicted on him, but we had to put him in a medically induced coma because of the large amount of blood he's lost.

Jason: Bottom line being?

Dr. Martinez: If he doesn't receive a blood transfusion in the next 48 hours he could die...

Present:

Jason: W-WHAT!? WE- WE CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING! I'm B Negative, can I do the procedure!?

Dr. Martinez: I'm sorry, but A and B don't mix. If you were to do the procedure he could have an allergic reaction or have health complications causing him to die.

Jason: We've gotta do something, he's- he's basically my brother! I can't loose him! We- we could...we...

Chloe: Wait! Mari's O Negative! She's a universal donor, she can save him!

Mrs. Arcs: NO! I WILL NOT HAVE THAT- THAT PERRA'S BLOOD IN MY BABY BOY'S BODY!

Mr. Arcs: Marinette is wonderful young lady! Perfect for Kacey!

Mrs. Arcs: She's a gold digger and she wants our family name for money!

Nino: I would really like if you would stop calling my sister a gold digger. She isn't one and I don't know why you think she is, but if you're willing to let your son die because you don't like her, then you'd be the one to seem like a gold digger. Just from looking at him, your man looks like he makes big bank!

Dr. Martinez: Either way, since he's 19 only one of your signatures is required. You'll also need the consent of the other party.

Mr. Arcs: I will sign the papers! I know Marinette, she is very sweet girl. Perfect match for my son.

Dr. Martinez: That's great. We just need to ask Ms. Dupain-Cheng and we'll be all set.

Jason: Then what are we waiting for!? Let's move, move, move!

Everyone starts heading to Marinette's room worried about what's gonna happen to Kacey.

Chloe: Marinette, you're ok!

Marinette: Yeah, I-

Mrs. Arcs: YOU GOLD DIGGING SLUT! YOU WILL-

Dr. Martinez: If you don't settle down we will be forced to remove you from hospital grounds! Now, I think you know why I'm here, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?

Marinette: It's about Kacey right? Is he gonna be ok?

Dr. Martinez: He will be if he gets a blood transfusion, but for that to happen-

Marinette: You're wondering if I'll do it because I'm a world wide donor right?

Dr. Martinez: You're a smart one, aren't you? Yes, we are wondering if you'd be willing to do the procedure?

Marinette: I-

Mrs. Arcs: If she's going to go through with this, I have a...proposition for her.

Marinette: Excuse me?

Mrs. Arcs: If you're going to do this, when you are both released- since you're getting out in 6 weeks anyway, I don't want you going anywhere near my son! You are to stay away from him and if I see you associating with him in any way, I will personally make sure we move back to Russia.

Marinette: W-What!? You- you can't!

Mrs. Arcs: I can and I will!

Marinette: So, you want me to just cut ties with him completely? Is that it? Is that all I have to do?

Mrs. Arcs: Basically, yes.

Nino: That is so messed up! You can't agree to that dudette!

Marinette: But...if I don't then Kacey will die. He- he has dreams! He- he wants to play Soccer, get famous...he...he has plans. I'm going into self protection, which is good, yes, but...he has the chance to inspire kids. I don't wanna take that away from him. Fine, I'll cut ties, but you gotta let me help him.

Mrs. Arcs: See, that wasn't so hard was it?

Dr. Martinez: We're just gonna need you to sign your name on the dotted line.

Dr. Martinez hands her the clipboard and pen. She stares at the paper, then looks at the group waiting for her to make a decision; looking at her with looks of sympathy and protest.

Marinette: It's fine guys, really...

Alix: It's not! She can't just-

Marinette: Clara needs him and I have no right to deny her that. She hasn't done anything, so making her suffer won't make me any better than Hawkmoth. Besides...he deserves a win once in a while.

She signs her name and hands the clipboard back to Dr. Martinez.

Marinette: Just don't tell him it was me.

Dr. Martinez: We can do that.

Chloe: So...you're gonna give up on him just like that?

Marinette: I don't really have a choice, do I? If Kacey goes, then everyone leaves. You guys love it here, I just want you all to have fun...

All the girls run and hug Marinette.

Marinette: Watch the arm!

Alix: Oops! Sorry, Marinette!

Kagami: I almost forgot!

She pulls a pack of markers and pens out of her bag.

Kagami: Can we sign it?

Marinette: Sure, 'Gami!

Everyone takes a marker or pen and signs their name on her cast, leaving a spot for Kacey to be able to sign.

Kim: We gotta get home, but we'll visit tomorrow.

Max: Yeah, make sure not to put to much pressure on your arm or it won't heal right.

Marinette: I'll remember that, thanks Max. Bye guys!

The rest of the MPS leaves and Mr and Mrs Rivera

Mr. Rivera: I thought that if we kept quiet, that this would all be some sorta sick joke. I now see that I was very wrong.

Mrs. Rivera: I happen to think that you girls are wonderful for our sons. Luke actually told me he was gonna try harder in school.

Mr. Rivera: He said that!? What's his motivation this time? Summer vacation? Promises of money? What did you do!? I couldn't even get through to him!

Mrs. Rivera: It's not what I did, it's what Lila did. She's his motivation. He said he wanted to impress her.

Marinette: That's so cute!

Dr. Martinez: I hate to break up this heartwarming moment, but we have a transfusion to do.

Marinette: How exactly does it work?

Dr. Martinez: This needle here goes into your arm, we draw the blood out of you, it goes into the baggie, then we inject it into Mr. Arcs. That's the simple way of explaining it.

Marinette: Oh. That doesn't seem complicated at all. Now, let's get to stickin'!

Dr. Martinez: Yes, I'll get someone right on that.

Marinette: Mrs. Rivera, do you know anything about Jason and Chloe?

Mrs. Rivera: I don't, but they're so cute!

Marinette: I know right!? They're always stealing glances at eachother!

Mrs. Rivera: But, Mrs. Storm was cleaning Jason's room, and found a box full of confession letters!

Marinette: Really!?

Mrs. Rivera: Yes!

Both: And when he made her those homemade cookies!

A nurse come in ready to do the transfusion.

Rosetta: Hey- oh my gosh! You look like an adorable pixie! What's your name?

Marinette: M-my name's Marinette. What's yours?

Rosetta: I'm Rosetta, I'll be your nurse for the next 6 weeks! You're the one we're doing the transfusion on?

Marinette: Yup, that's me!

Rosetta: Ok, heads up you'll feel a slight pinch. 1...2...3!

She swiftly inserts the needle into Marinette's arm and waits for the blood to start flowing.

Marinette: It tickles!

Melanie: Most people say it pinches, but you're saying it tickles?

Marinette: Yeah, it does tickle.

Rosetta: Alright! We're done, and you did great! Everyone always freaks out seeing their blood in an IV bag, but you acted so casual about it! Now, if Mr and Mrs Arcs would follow me? We're going to your son's room.

Everyone leaves and Marinette pulls her knees to her chest and starts crying. She continues to do so until she feels a pair of arms wrap around her.

Marinette: H-Huh?

She lifts her head and sees a tuff of seafoam colored hair.

Marinette: Ms. Sasha?

Sasha: What's up with you? You were all smiles in the ambulance.

Marinette: It's- it's nothing. Just- just some stuff about a boy.

Sasha: The blue haired boy?

Marinette: Kacey, yeah...What are you doing here?

Sasha: I came to visit you. Noah's also here, but he's in Kacey's room.

Marinette: Ohhh~ You came with Noah~?

Sasha: It isn't like that! We just happen to be off the clock at the same time! What happened with you though?

Marinette: Kacey's mom...I don't know why she hated me, and frankly I don't care. I'm an O Negative blood type, so I was able to have a blood transfusion done to help. Mrs. Arcs, though...she said that the only way she'd let me help him was to cut ties completely.

Sasha: She didn't!?

Marinette: She did...She threatened to move them back to Russia...

Sasha: SHE DIDN'T!?

Marinette: Calm down, please? But...yeah, she did...

Sasha: You couldn't do anything?

Marinette: I didn't wanna take any chances. I...

Sasha: You?

Marinette: I love him. A lot. If I can't tell him that, then I just do the next best thing. Just like you do, run away from my feelings until they completely disappear.

Sasha: Don't drag me into this, I've done nothing! Let me ask you this: Do you love him?

Marinette: Yes.

Sasha: Would you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him?

Marinette: I don't know, maybe?

Sasha: Would you like that possible future to be a reality?

Marinette: Well, yeah, I guess?

Sasha: Then why are you gonna give up on the because a bitch wants to ruin it? For you and for Kacey.

Marinette: Because either way I'm risking HIS life. This isn't about me; it's about HIM! I-I guess...it's kinda always been about him...

Sasha: Listen, I've been working with Noah for about 8 years now. Everyday it's: "Wanna hang?" "You doin' anything right now?" "You know you like me!" Stuff like that. I've tried to ignore that weird butterfly like feeling in my gut, but the more I try the more I get the urge to let it take hold of me. You get what I mean?

Marinette: Yeah, I do.

Sasha: The more you fight that feeling and run, the more you're pulled back in. If you really love him and you want to try and get over him and let him go, then that's your choice. But, if you love him and want to at least try and fight for him, then do it. Got it?

Marinette: Yeah, I'll think about it.

Sasha: That's what I wanted to hear!

Marinette: If you don't mind me asking, how old are you exactly?

Sasha: I'm 28, I started working for the PFD at 20.

Marinette: How old is Noah?

Sasha: He's 34!

Marinette: When they're older than you, it's just like- Ugh! And Ahh! At the same time!

Sasha: I know right!?

Marinette: So...does this mean you like him?

Sasha: N-no! Well...maybe just a little...

Marinette: Called it! And I BET he did too!

Sasha: He did...kinda...

They continue talking while Noah is chilling with Kacey in his room after everyone leaves.

Noah: Knockity, knockity~

Kacey: Who are you?

Noah: Noah?

Kacey: Ummm...

Noah: I rode with you in the ambulance?

Kacey: What happened to me?

Jason: He doesn't remember anything. I've tried already.

Noah: Does that mean he doesn't remember the blue haired girl?

Jason: I didn't ask yet. Do you remember a girl named Marinette, Kacey?

Kacey: Marinette?

Jason: You don't, do you?

Kacey: No...can I see a picture of her?

Jason: I don't have any in my phone, but I could have Chloe send me a picture.

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Jason: This is her.

We gave her a make over a year ago and she kept it until a few months ago. Her original hair color is blue.

Kacey: So...who are you to me?

Jason: Your brother. You have another brother but he's not here right now, you also have a little sister.

Kacey: Oh...ok. Since we're family, you wouldn't lie to me right?

Jason: Nope! You can trust me 100%!

Kacey: Would she date me if I asked her?

Jason: W-well- That's- I don't-

Kacey: She wouldn't, would she?

Jason: It's- it's not that she wouldn't- she totally would! It's just- Well- It's complicated.

Noah: So you don't remember anything at all?

Kacey: The only thing I can remember when I try to think of anything are the words, "I...I love you! I love you with all my heart!" I can't remember anything else. It's all just...blank.

Noah: Isn't there like an unspoken rule that says you can't tell him anything because it's gonna be to overwhelming?

Jason: Well, yes, but there isn't anything that says we can't tell him a little at a time.

Noah: So that's your job, got it!

Jason: Cool. I'll come back tomorrow, and I'll bring our brother with us too, is that ok?

Kacey: Yeah, that's cool. Can you bring some cookies tomorrow?

Jason: Sure, dude, I'll do that. See you, bro!

Kacey: See you!

Jason leaves and it's just Noah and Kacey in his room.

Noah: I volunteer here, I'll talk to the nursers to see if you can go to Marinette's room.

Kacey: Really!?

Noah: Yeah! Think of me a your 3rd big bro!

Kacey: That's awesome!

Noah: I am pretty cool, aren't I?

Kacey: Yeah! Do you pull a lot of girls?

Noah: Yeah, I pull a lot of-

Sasha: You ain't pull shit, stop lying to the boy.

Noah: Haha...Sasha...hey, how are you?

Sasha: Don't try and change the subject. You played 'em not pulled 'em.

Kacey: Is she your girlfriend?

Sasha: Nah, I have to work with him which is worse.

Noah: You love me and you know it!

Sasha: Strike one!

Noah: Damn!

Kacey: Do you volunteer here too?

Sasha: Yup! We work the same shift, we also work the same shifts for the PFD. A real shame, huh?

Noah: I-I'll have you know, I am a delight!

Sasha: Yeah, and you being a "delight" is why you're getting sued by those groupies.

Noah: I'll have you know they found me quite delightful~

Kacey: Gross!

Sasha: Ew, ew, ew! I don't wanna hear about all that!

Kacey: Go take your perverted activities down the hall, both of you!

Sasha: Me!? You think I'm with him!?

Kacey: Aren't you?

Sasha: I just said that I wasn't.

Kacey: Oh. Strike two!

Noah: See, now, this isn't fair!

Sasha: You thought life was fair? YOU of all people?

Noah: What's that supposed to mean!?

Sasha: You know exactly what it's supposed to mean!

Noah: You're just looking for reasons to grill my ass, aren't you!?

Kacey: Lovers quarrel?

Sasha: We aren't lovers!

Noah: You totally want me!

Sasha walks out the room grumbling to herself and all Noah catches is "Narcissistic...he...cute though...".

Noah: Yup. She wants me bad.

Kacey: Strike three! You're out again!

Noah: Whatever. I'm gonna split, see you tomorrow.

Kacey: See you, dude.

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Noah goes to catch up with Sasha while Kacey starts getting ready for bed. Noah looks around the hospital, but can't find her anywhere in the building. He thinks she's gone home for the night when he hears Sasha.

Sasha: NOAH!

Noah: Huh?

Sasha: NOAH, HELP ME! D-DON'T TOUCH ME!

Unknown: C'mon baby~ I just wanna have a little fun~

Sasha: G-GET OFF- MUMF!

He tries to cover her mouth but she bites down on his hand.

Unknown: OW! LITTLE BITCH! Quiet down, you don't wanna get found out do you~?

Sasha: NOAH!

Noah: Sasha, where are you!? Sasha!?

He starts running to where her voice starts trailing off and sees 3 guys groping her in an alley.

Unknown: Don't be so fucking difficult!

Sasha: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! FUCKING BASTARDS!

Noah picks up a bat and starts running at the three guys.

Noah: Didn't your mothers teach you that no means no?

He hits guy number one on the head making him fall to the ground. Guy number two pulls the hood of his jacket making him stagger back with the bat still in his grasp, while he's distracted, guy number two takes the opportunity to get a few hits in.

He punches him in the face a few times and when that has no affect, he goes for his gut. Noah coughs up a puddle of bile and proceeds to swing the bat again.

Guy number three rips the bat from his hands and holds him in place while guy number two kicks him in the face a few times.

Guy number two lets him go and guy number three continues to kick his limp body around like a rag doll.

Sasha: NOAH!

Guy number 2: Now, be a good girl and just maybe we won't kill your little boyfriend~

He rips her shirt off and starts fondling her breasts.

Guys number 2: You've got some nice tits girl~

Sasha: S-stop...

Guy number 1: I bet she's got a tight little pussy too just waiting to be fucked~!

Guy number 3: Nice mouth to boot as well~!

Guy number 2: She's got many holes for a reason! Take your pick boys! I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of hers~

Sasha: Noah...please...

Guy number 3: I'd love to see how dripping wet that cunt is!

Guy number 2: Wanna switch after we fill this pretty little thing?

Guy number 3: Hell yeah!

They start undoing her pants and kissing her neck. Guy number two forces her to her knees and starts undoing his pants.

Guy number 2: Don't worry we'll only use you for the next couple hours~

Noah slowly opens his eyes, vision still blurry. He stand up grabbing the bat; trembling in both anger and pain. Seeing the girl he loves feeling helpless. Weak. Scared.