Rating: ARGH! Hate this part. If you are six years old and watch this show and go on the internet and look up fanfiction on it then your parents really should be paying more attention.

Author's note: Hi, yes, we know, long time no see. We’ve had difficulties. (Like Holly deciding to start that new series.) (Like Jenny deciding to join pit orchestra.) Don’t start with me! Anyway, here is this part. Send us feedback, please!!!

Lights flashed, sirens sounded. A crowd gathered in the large yard of Andie McPhee’s house. She was witness to none of this. Andie was barely conscious. Pacey Witter ran beside her stretcher, as the paramedics rushed her outside to the waiting ambulance. Pacey could hear whispered murmurs all around them, but the voices were undistinguishable. All he knew was that the woman he loved was dying…and it was all his fault.

The paramedics lifted the stretcher into the ambulance. One of them turned to Pacey.

“You coming, son?” He asked impatiently. Pacey nodded and dazedly climbed into the cab of the ambulance. He stared at his girlfriends small, lifeless body. The two medics in the back with him began to take Andie’s vital signs.

“Possible internal bleeding,” said the one who had talked to Pacey earlier.

“Yeah, let’s get her to the hospital stat. Johnny,” She called up front. “Radio the hospital and tell them were in route with attempted suicide, possibly an internal bleeder, od on asprin. She’s conscious, but barely.”

“Got it,” said the paramedic named Johnny. He picked up the radio to relay the information to the hospital.

Pacey intently watched the medics work on Andie.

“You want to use the sodium bicarbonate?” The man asked the woman, who seemed to be in charge.

“No, not yet,” The woman listened to Andie’s heart once more. “Let’s save it for the hospital.” Neither medic seemed very interested in Pacey, who he was or why he found her. They didn’t seem to feel the need to reassure him either. Pacey knew it was serious. He didn’t like the words the medics were tossing around, like acidosis and internal bleeding. He put his head in his hands and allowed the tears to flow.

“God, Andie, please don’t leave me alone.” He whispered.

Can’t move my arms,
Can’t move my legs
Can’t say no, I can’t say yes
Can’t help myself
I need your help.
We go....
Ooh, ohh, what do we do, now we
Just can’t move?

* * * * *

The woman medic’s name was Susan. She had a baby who was two years old. As she glanced at the young girl in front of her, she worried for her own child and wished with everything she had that she would never experience that kind of pain.

Susan glanced toward the young man sitting by the girl’s side. Her boyfriend, she guessed. The poor thing looked out of his mind. His eyes were watering over and his face crumpled. She remembered being their age. Susan knew better than to get attached, but, still, she hoped this girl would pull through.

Were calling out for Middle Street
Ooh, Ooh, what do we do
Now we just can’t move?
We hang on to every line
And walk straight down the middle of it.

* * * * *

“Hey you,” Dawson grinned at Joey, who had just climbed through his window. She slid into his warm, strong arms.

“Hey yourself,” she whispered into his ear, seductively.

“Joey, I really, really want to..” Dawson ran his finger up her back, making her shiver.

“What, Dawson?” Joey’s breath was so warm on his ear, she knew he must be going out of his head.

“..tickle you?” Joey stepped back a little, and Dawson grinned mischievously at her. Her look of shock turned to one of silliness and mock indignation.

“Oh, no you don’t Dawson!” She screeched as she backed away. He outstretched his fingers, menacingly.

“Oh, yes I do, Joey bean!” He used her name from childhood.

“Oh, really, OOMPA LOOMPA!” Joey threw back his most hated name. She picked up a pillow and prepared to defend herself. Dawson looked shocked.

“You dare to use that name Josephine Marie!? Now your really going to get it!” Dawson jumped on Joey, tackling her to the bed. Joey screamed in laughter.

“I give, I give,” she said. Dawson smiled at his girlfriend, who was pinned under him.

“Exactly where I want you,” he smiled sexily. Joey smiled back, and prepared to kiss him.

“Oh, you bad, bad, boy,” Their lips were about to meet as Dawson’s phone rang. He groaned and got up off of Joey. She lay sprawled on the bed, as he ambled over to the phone.

“I’m gonna kill whoever this is!” He said. Joey, still lying on her back, joked “What? Did you think you were gonna get lucky or something tonight, Leery?”

Dawson smiled as he clicked the phone on. “Wouldn’t be the first time, Potter...Hello?” He said into the phone. His look quickly changed from that of playful to concerned and confused. “Pacey, man, slow down...I can’t understand a word your saying....Yeah..” Joey rolled onto her side to face Dawson, when she realized something serious was happening. She looked at Dawson questioningly. “Okay...yeah...of course...we’ll get Jen…Just TRY to stay calm, man... twenty minutes, tops…Okay.” Dawson hung up the phone, his jaw set, his face grim. He picked up his brown leather coat, and threw Joey her denim one. Joey looked confused.

“Dawson, what’s going on?” He helped her up off the bed.

“Andie’s in the hospital,” Joey’s face registered shock. She put her hand over her mouth, as her eyes clouded over.

“Oh…oh, my god. Dawson, what happened?” She caught him by the arm, as he started to go out of the room.

“I’ll tell you in the car,” He said, grabbing her by the hand. Joey looked faint with shock. “Let’s go. We have to go get Jen. Do you think she’s at home?” Joey shook her head, trying to orient herself.

“I don’t know. Weren’t she and Bill going out tonight?” Dawson nodded.

He thought he was gonna die
But he didn’t
She thought she just couldn’t cope
But she did
We thought it would be so hard
But it wasn’t...it wasn’t easy though!

* * * * *

Jen laughed hysterically. “I know, I know,” She said. “I thought the cross with coke in it was hysterical. The ultimate sacrilege.” She and Bill were walking home from the movies, after just having seen Cruel Intentions. “I’ll tell you what though,” she said. “If that guy hadn’t been gay, he and Pacey are dead ringers for one another.”

Bill laughed, and took Jen’s hand. The couple stopped walking and stood in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at one another.

“Jen, I-” All of a sudden a black ford explorer (What can I say? He should have gotten the car!) pulled up. A shocked Bill and Jen looked up.

“Isn’t that-”

“Yeah,” said Jen. “ That’s Dawson’s car.” The window unrolled and Dawson stuck his head out.

“Get in,” The look on his face told Bill and Jen it was something serious.

* * * * *

“What is it?” Jen asked, breathlessly. “What’s going on?” Joey was staring straight ahead, as Dawson, set jaw, drove determinedly.

“Andie’s in the hospital,” Joey said in a faint voice.

“Wha--how, what happened? Is she okay? Where’s Pacey?” Jen looked around for answers. Finally Dawson spoke up.

“Pacey called me from the hospital. Andie tried to kill herself. That’s all I really know, he was sketchy on the details. Apparently, the doctors either dont’ know anything or aren’t telling him what they know.” Jen sat back into her seat, her face was in almost a characicture of an O shape. Bill gripped her hand supportively. The car was quiet.

Ooh, ooh, what do we do, now we
Just can’t move?
Were calling out for Middle Street
Ooh, Ooh, what
Now we just can’t move?
We hang on to every line
And walk straight down the middle of it.
* * * * *

“Pacey!” Jen called out to him from down the hospital corridor. He was sitting in a hard, molded back hospital chair in a cold waiting room. He had sat, and sat, and stared, and sat. Mostly he sat blaming himself. After all, it was his fault his girlfriend was fighting for her life at that very moment.

“God damn it, Witter,” was his continual thought, “Why are you such a damn screw up?” Ten minutes ago Jack had come into the waiting area running with Doug. Now Doug sat beside Pacey, as Jack had gone off to try and harass some of the nurses into telling him something.

For the first time ever, Doug was supporting his little brother. His hand was resting protectively on his shoulder.

Jen reached for Pacey and pulled him into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered. “It has to be.”

Pacey nodded into her shoulder. Joey and Dawson stood beside Jen.

“There are good doctor’s here Pacey,” said Joey. “I know. They...well, this is where my mom came for treatment.” Dawson put one hand on Joey’s shoulder and rested his other on Pacey’s.

“Where’s Jack?” He asked. Doug spoke up.

“He went to try and find out something about Andie’s condition.” Dawson nodded and in a split second decided to take control of the situation. “Pacey, why don’t you come with me, okay, man? Yeah, we’ll just go for a walk.” Pacey made a motion to protest, but Dawson pulled him up. “We’ll be back okay?” The group sort of collectively nodded.

* * * * *

Jen sat sandwiched between Pacey’s older brother, whom she barely knew and Mr. Leery, who she kind of couldn’t stand at the moment. She too knew what he was doing to Mrs. Leery. Mrs. Leery herself was off talking to doctor’s, trying to get some answers, using her commanding television personality. Bill had gone off to get coffee and other assorted items for everyone, being that he didn’t know any of them too well. Dawson and Pacey had taken off on that walk twenty minutes ago, and in that time Jack and Joey had also managed to disappear. Jen stared at the two men on either side of her and sighed.

* * * * *

“What’s this, Joey?” Jack stared suspiciously around the hospital chapel Joey had led him too. She let go of his hand and sat down in one of the pews. Jack hesitantly followed suit.

“Joey, I’m not exactly comfortable here. I mean, religion doesn’t exactly, well, embrace people like me,” he said, referring to his sexual preference. Joey sighed thoughtfully. She allowed a moment to pass before speaking.

“It’s not about religion, Jack,” She looked up at the kneeling picture of Jesus. “It’s not about the Bible, or even Jesus or anything like that. It’s about…it’s about you and Him. You and God. So, go ahead. Tell Him how pissed off you are that He let this happen to your sister. Scream at Him if you want. I promise I won’t tell. Or you could just talk to Him. Ask Him to help you understand, to help you cope. Whatever you want. But Jack” She turned to look at him. “I’ve tried to go through something like this before alone, and you just can’t.” She paused. “When my mom was dying, I would come to this very chapel and just yell for an hour. I--I needed someone to yell at. Don’t you kind of feel that way?” She studied Jack’s eyes, intensely.

“Yes,” he said , breaking down into tears. “Yes.”

Joey hugged him tightly.

“So go ahead,” she whispered. Jack was silent a minute longer, before he broke.

“Why? Why are You doing this to us!? What have we ever done that was so horrible You had to curse our whole family this way!? I don’t understand! Why?” Jack broke into hysterical sobs, as Joey just held him, completely able to understand, but not able to help anymore than she had.

Can’t say yes
I can’t say no
Can’t begin
Can’t let go...
Help me now.

* * * * * Pacey spoke in a low voice. “It’s all my fault Dawson. She found out about Tammy and it was just too much for her. I can’t--I can’t pretend it wasn’t my fault.” His tear stained face stayed dry, having been cried out an hour ago. His voice shook. Dawson stared down the empty stairwell. The two friends were sitting beside each other on a step.

“I don’t think so Pacey. I mean, a normal person finds out something like that, they're upset, yes. But they don’t try to take their own life. And I mean, you told me yourself that Andie is on that medication.”

“SSRI’s,” said Pacey. “They’re for her anxiety attacks and depression. Specialized seratonin reuptake inhibitors.”

“See, man? You know all that stuff!” Dawson punched his arm a little. “ That shows what an amazing boyfriend you are. You learned about your girlfriends disease, you helped her, you protected her..”

“I couldn’t protect her from this.” Pacey looked Dawson in the eyes, who stared levelly at him.

“It’s awfully hard to protect someone from themselves.”

Can’t say yes
I can’t say no
Can’t begin
Can’t let go...
Help me now.

* * * * *

Mrs. Leery finally returned to the waiting room, looking somewhat proud of herself. A middle aged woman followed her, wearing green scrubs stained with blood. Pacey stared at the blood, his eyes refused to move from it. That was Andie’s blood on her. His girlfriend’s blood.

Jen looked up from the cup of coffee she was absently stirring. Having switched seats, Bill now sat beside her. His arm gripped her shoulder protectively. Pacey sat next to Dawson and Joey, who were holding hands. He was in his own world and wanted no comfort from anyone. Jack was gripping Doug’s hand in anticipation of the doctor’s words. Mr. Leery was leaning against the wall playing with a candy wrapper. The entire group looked at the doctor worridly. It was midnight. They had been at the hospital for almost six hours. Pacey took in a deep breath waiting for the doctor’s words to hit.

“I’m Doctor Reynolds. I operated on Andie. Mrs. Leery tells me that you are her…well, that her mother is incapacitated.” Jack nodded.

“Yeah,” he spoke up. “I’m her brother.”

“I need your permission to share this information with everyone present.”

Jack’s voice cracked. “That’s fine.”

“Alright,” Dr. Reynolds sighed. “ Andie came in having taken a severe overdose of Asprin which sent her into acidosis. We pumped sodium bicarbonate into her system, to little avail. It stopped the acidosis, however, Andie had some internal bleeding. Her stomach walls were bleeding out, so we had to go in for surgery.” Joey shook her head.

“What does this all mean, Doctor? Is Andie alright? Did she make it through surgery?”

He thought he was gonna die
But he didn’t
She thought she just couldn’t cope
But she did
We thought it would be so hard
But it wasn’t... it wasn’t easy though!

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