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I close my eye when I hear her voice, and let her words wash over me
My broken heart and my empty soul, calling out to her melody.
She sings a song while she says her words,
And through the bars she speaks to me
And I tell her how I much I love her,
And I can feel her love, it sets me free.

Brian sat alone in his room while Rose was undergoing some treatment that she had assured him was 'totally routine'. But still, as stupid as it was, he couldn't help but be worried. Which was stupid, he knew. But that didn't make him any less worried.

The thing was, he was more than just worried. He was scared. But not only about her treatment. About the way he was feeling for her. Brian had just gotten out of a relationship six months before, and it had been the hardest time of him life. For a while, he was seriously thinking that he couldn't go on. And now, here he was, right when he was thinking that he was getting better, having these feelings for some girl he barely knew.

He wasn't even sure what he meant by 'these feelings'. All he knew was that there was something about Rose. Something that made him forget everything he knew, and stop thinking about everything but making her happy when he was with her. And whenever she wasn't smiling at him, he felt like his world was crashing down around him.

He couldn't remember feeling like this about Samantha, his last girlfriend. Or anyone before her. This was new to him.

But this couldn't be love. You couldn't fall in love after three days. That's what he'd always heard. Love takes a life time. Love at first sight is nothing more than lust at first sight. If you fall in love in a day, you fall out in a day. A million stupid cliches told him that this couldn't be love. So then why was something deep inside him telling him that it was?

"Just relax, Rose." Rose's doctor, Dr. Adams, said soothinly, leaning over her with a needle. "It's nothing new."

Rose nodded, but she couldn't help panicing. Maybe the doctor's part of the procedure was nothing new, but her part was. She'd never done this with out her good luck charm before. But her good luck charm wasn't with her now. It was with Brian.

A calm settled over her suddenly. The charm was with Brian. Brian was holding onto her good luck. And Brian would never let anything happen to her. Even. She smiled, and breathed out. "Okay, I'm ready." She told Dr, Adams, extending her arm. "Do what you must."

Her doctor smiled. "That's my Rosie." He said fondly, then inserted the sringe into her arm.

Rose bent over the toilet bowl in the bathroom connected to her room. This was definatly one of the worst parts of having cancer. And, considering what came along with having cancer, that was saying quite a lot. This thought was pushed from her mind as another wave of nausea captured her.

This wasn't new to Rose- it happened after all her treatments. But this time, it was particularly annoying. She'd promised Brian that she'd stop by his room when she was done with her doctor, and she wasn't very eager to do that until these little bouts with puking her insides out were finished.

She wondered whether or not Brian even cared whether or not she came. He was probably sitting in his room right now, surrounded by a million other hospital patients who actually had their hair, and we're liable to drop dead at any second, talking about what a gullible idiot she was. The thought made her eyes water. Or maybe it was the strain of holding her head like that for too long.

Either way, she pulled herself into an upright position, sitting with her back to the door, and her knees pulled up to her chest. The sickness was jut about over, she decided. Or, atleast it probably wouldn't come back without sudden movement. Which meant she was stuck sitting here in this exact position for the next half hour, at least. Not that it was unusual. It happened every time. But this time, it only gave her more of a chance to speculate about Brian.

She could list a good fifty reasons why he must just be stringing her on. One. She was ugly. Two. She was shy. Three. She had no people skills. Four. She had no personality. Five. She was bald. Six. She had cancer. Seven. She was dying. Okay, maybe that went along with six. But either way, that was a very strong start to a list.

The sad part was, she could list twice as many reasons that she really did like Brian. One. He was handsome. Two. He was funny. Three. He took her mind of her illness. Four. He was generous. Five. He wasn't dying. Six. He wasn't running from her once he found out she had cancer. Seven. He had these amazing blue eyes. Eight. He was a Backstreet Boy. (Okay, okay. So maybe she did know a bit more about the Backstreet Boys than she let on. She wasn't a die hard fan or anything, but she knew that "I'll Never Break Your Heart" was a very beautiful song.) Nine. She had feelings for him. Real feelings. Real, true, feelings. Which could possibally be mistaken for love.