Sorry about the mix-up, guys! I originally wrote chapters 4 and 5 the other way around, but managed to upload the old copies of the files. I've changed them around now and can only apologise for my mistake!

W/N: Last part. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I've never been sure about the 'five times' thing because I was never sure if you're supposed to do 5 total or do 6? But I did 6. Because I wanted to! THERE.

Okay, enjoy your whump

Two weeks. It had been two weeks. That was the smallest amount of time he'd ever had between fainting spells, and before that point the closest together it had been was six. That was a hell of a gap to shorten, for something like this. Truly, it was remarkable. He'd been at Greendale for over two years, now; surely he was as strong and confident as when he'd been a lawyer? But maybe the hint to shutting them out was to shut down, and he… wasn't sure how much of an option that was any more. Not when he was surrounded by friends. After slipping away at Troy and Abed's, he'd responded that he hadn't felt too well, and so he'd gone. Nobody questioned it beyond that point, thank god.

This time he didn't manage to hide it.

Annie's move. He'd been keeping an eye on Twitter while he was shopping, of course, when he was collared by the dean, when he was forced to endure that goddamned song, and when it all went tits up. After he'd been forcibly ejected from the booth, he decided to go make it up to the rest of them, to be honest. Because anything was better than being forced to hang out with the dean. Making a stop to pick up some beer and sodas, thinking maybe it could be a bit of a party when they'd finished ripping him apart for lying, maybe they could have some fun. The astonishment when they so rapidly forgave him was quickly replaced with horror and rage as he saw the tweet.

"He tweeted it!" he cried out, as the others sang the song and laughed. "Goddamned bastard! He tricked me, you guys know that, right?"
"Yeah, likely story Jeff." the laughing group pushed with him, out into the main room, as he shook his head and put the heavy box of drinks down on the table.

"You guys are the worst, you know that?" he told them, as Britta put her iPod in on the dock and played the song. "Oh my god, don't you make me sing it as well-"
"Come on, sourpuss!" that was Annie, grabbing his hand, and he smiled faintly at her, even with reproach in his eyes. The group started singing along and he let himself start to join in.

Then the nausea hit him. "I, uh-" he broke off mid note. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." he eased back from Annie, but Britta snapped out a hand, grabbing his arm.

"Oh no, you are not getting out of this, Jeff!"

"Come on, Jeffrey, have a little fun." Shirley added, giggling, before bursting out with some more lyrics. Jeff blinked, wavering where he stood,
"Guys, I really - really need to go to the bathroom-" he insisted, but Britta laughed again, tugging him closer to the iPod. He jerked back, pulling his arm free, but he felt too foggy. Taking a step backwards, he looked around, trying to just get away, to another room, so they wouldn't see this-
"Jeff, are you okay?" Annie asked, and all the levity in the room was gone. His eyes were wide with panic, his skin pale, his knees going weak.
"Oh sweet baby jesus-" Shirley gasped, as he went down like a ton of bricks. Britta automatically stepped back, even as the others stepped forward, meaning he landed on the hard floor with a hefty thud.

"Britta!" Annie gasped at her, "Why didn't you catch him?!"
"Oh, he's just faking." Pierce muttered, "Attention seeker. Doesn't want to sing." folding his arms over his chest, he watched as the group crouched around Jeff. Gingerly, Annie rolled him over, then grasped his wrist, checking his pulse.

"No, he's definitely unconscious. Should we call an ambulance?"

"Oh god, maybe he wasn't faking being at the hospital earlier," Britta said, "What if he went to the store after and that was when the Dean got it?"

"No. He said he was faking." Abed pointed out, "Put something soft under his head. If he's unconscious for more than two minutes, then you have to call for an ambulance. That's when brain damage starts occurring."

Troy was freaking out in the background, whimpering about Jeff dying. Britta went over to him, put a hand on his arm. "Troy, it's fine. Jeff'll be fine. He's probably just - I dunno, stressed out or something! And if he was going to die, surely he'd want to die with us." Troy let out a whine that was surprisingly Abed-like and Britta just hugged him, not sure what else to say.

Annie was crouching near Jeff's head, staring at him with worry in her face.

"I knew I should've said something earlier…" she whispered, stroking a bit of his hair. They looked over at her, astonished, and Shirley's face drew together into what they thought of as 'momma face'.

"What're you talking about, Annie?"

"Well, at Troy and Abed's housewarming, he - walked out." she said, quietly. "but when I went to the bathroom there was blood on the floor." the whole group was staring at her in horror.

"I thought they cut their face shaving or something! I didn't think - but he had that nosebleed before. D'you remember? There must be something going on that none of us realised."

"Jeff Winger isn't okay." Abed said, quietly. "We should've seen it. The fearless leader with the power of speeches but a secret serious condition. Like Tony Stark, before he had it removed."

"Am I iron man?" the croak got everyone's attention. There were many gasps of relief around the room, and Annie almost shoved Abed out of the way to grab ahold of him in a tight hug. "Ow." Jeff said quietly, and she drew back, before hitting him hard on the shoulder. "Ow!"

"You bastard! Why would you keep this from me?!" Annie squealed, and Troy took her shoulder, trying to calm her. "How long has this been going on?" Jeff swallowed hard, resting his head back on - was that Abed's hoodie?

"Guys, it's fine. It's been happening since I was a kid. I -"

"How often have you collapsed at the college? You drive, Jeff! You're risking people's lives!"

"I get… warning signs. I tried to get away, Annie-"

"Is that why you left? Because you passed out in the bathroom?!" her voice was reaching ear-splitting levels and Shirley reached out, touching her shoulder. "You need to see a doctor, Jeff. This isn't normal."

Jeff's eyes flickered around the group, who were all nodding.

"You're not going to let me live until I go, are you?" he addressed the group at large, who exchanged glances then nodded. Sighing, he ran a hand over his eyes. "Alright. Fine. Thanks, guys." he gave them a faint smile, but it drifted away quickly. He should've known he couldn't keep it quiet. At least he knew he wasn't going to have to face this alone.

"Can I get up now? I think we could all do with a beer."

W/N: And that's a wrap, folks. I might make a follow up if people are interested (and if I can work out what's actually wrong with him)… this series was mostly for my own pleasure, not gonna lie. Gotta love damaged, fainting Jeff =)

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