Well, this is long overdue. Sorry for the wait... yeah. Don't know why it's taken me so long to do this. And I have no idea what my original plan was for this chapter, so this is what it has become. I will tried make this a longer chapter than the rest to make up for the year-long wait... Thank you all for reviewing! Keep them coming please!

Disclaimer: Once again, not mine. And I'm still not a doctor of any kind. And I am still not British.

The next morning, Alex felt fine, but also, guilty. He had snapped at Ben last night for no reason. He was just trying to help is all. He walked down the stairs to the kitchen where he found Ben cooking eggs, sausage, and bacon for breakfast. Alex watched him, thinking about how Jack used to always make American pancakes. She always thought that breakfast was no good until their was maple syrup and chocolate on the table. Since Jack had died, he never wanted to see another one of those things again.

Alex walked through the doorway and Ben turned around.

"Morning Alex!" He was perfectly cheerful, as if their argument had never happened. Alex never understood how Ben did that. He forgave and forgot so quickly, whereas Alex wasn't sure if he was even capable of that. Alex still felt bad though.

"Morning Ben. I'm sorry I yelled at you last night. I just got frustrated at the possibility of having permanent medical problems I guess."

"It's fine, I honestly pretty much forgot about that."

The corner of Alex's mouth twitched up as he spoke, "Yeah, I figured as much," and a question came to mind, "so, what are we doing today?"

"Well, you're going to school."

Damn it, Alex thought. He had forgotten that yesterday was Sunday. He had done none of his homework due to the unexpected trip to A&E this weekend. He would have to do it during his other classes or turn it in late again. He often fell asleep while doing his homework often, seeing as he was usually tired from waking up from nightmares. Today was going to be a long day.

"So because sin(x) divided by cos(x) equals tan(x) and cot(x) equals one over tan(x), when you multiply them together you get an answer of one," Mr. Cantrell explained.

Alex so far had been managing to turn his homework in on time, except history. He didn't have time to read the assigned pages during his other classes, and he couldn't do it during lunch, as history came before lunch. He'd just have to turn it in the questions tomorrow and beg for forgiveness.

Right now though, he had his physics homework open on his lap. He attempted to pay attention to Mr. Cantrell, but he decided he already understood what he was explaining, so Alex stopped listening. It was almost the end of the day, he just had physics after maths, and then he could go back home. For once, it looked like nothing was going to go wrong today. It was even a nice day outside for once. The only thing that was worrying him was that his headache from the other day was back. He wasn't sure if that meant anything. He hoped to God that it didn't. He didn't say anything about though, there was no need to get people worried and worked up for nothing, plus he didn't want to talk out it the incident from the other day with anyone, let alone anyone in the school.

If Tom were here, he'd tell him that he should do something, like tell the teacher he might suddenly be twitching on the ground soon. But he wasn't. While he still kept in touch with him, Alex had switched schools. He couldn't stand all the rumors people started about him being a drug addict, plus Ben's apartment was too far away from it. There was another school that was much closer. In the end, everything had worked out fairly well.

He kept working on his homework.

After a few minutes, the headache faded away. And for a while it stayed gone. But then, it came back, but much, much worse. It got to a point where he couldn't ignore it. He couldn't think straight anymore his head hurt so bad. If felt like someone was crushing his head in a vise. He was really scared he was going to have a seizure right in the middle of class. Alex came to a decision. He would not become a laughingstock today, not if he could help it.

Alex raised his hand and Mr. Cantrell called on him.

"Can I go to the nurse? I feel like I'm going to be sick."

Mr. Cantrell looked a bit surprised to be interrupted in the middle of his lesson, but he didn't hesitate in answering, "Yes, of course."

Alex thanked him and he walked out. It was better to have his classmates think he was going to be puking instead of watching him collapse. He didn't exactly lie though, he was feeling quite bad. When he got to the nurse, Miss Abbott, she let him lay down on one of the beds after he explained the situation a bit. He hated to show any sort of weakness in front of anyone including this friendly, little old lady, but his head hurt so bad it made him want to yell or maybe even cry a little.

After a little while, Miss Abbott came up to Alex and asked him, "Do you want me to call your parents to take you home?" She then elaborated, "I can't really do anything for you here."

To Alex she seemed very far away, and it was a little difficult to hear her. Eventually, he shook his head, "N-no, I-I'll be, be..." He couldn't get the words out before his eyes rolled to the back of this head and he started seizing.

Alarmed, Miss Abbott frantically picked up the phone next to the bedside and dialed 999.

Alex felt himself being lifted in the air, and he was gently placed on something soft. His head hurt even worse. Instead of it just being crushed, it felt like someone was talking a baseball bat to his brain. He groaned, and flinched as he felt himself being tied down to what he assumed was a gurney. He allowed his eyes to flicker open, and he was shocked at how hard the task was.

"..Lex...Al..ex, Alex? Can you hear me?"

Alex, who wasn't quite yet capable of speech, mumbled something that sounded vaguely like a, "Yeah."

The EMT probably then explained that they were taking him to the hospital, but he wouldn't have known. He fell asleep. He was so tired he felt like he could sleep for a century and it still wouldn't be enough.

The next time Alex woke up there were people buzzing all around him. He realized that the reason he had awoken was because the same doctor, Dr. Matt, was shaking his shoulder.

"Alex? You just had another seizure. Your guardian, Ben, is on his way here."

"Mmm k." Normally, Alex would've been very upset by this news. A second seizure would mean that he was epileptic, and he had never wanted anyone, even Ben, to see him in the condition he was in right now. He couldn't even speak properly for goodness sakes! He was too tired to care right now though. The doctor apparently wasn't done talking to him though.

"We've started you on some anti-seizure medication. Sometimes, we get the dosage right the first time, but for sometimes, it can take a while. We're going to run some more tests, but it looks like you really do have epilepsy, I'm sorry Alex."

Alex could tell he was being sincere, he had a look of pity on his face when he spoke the words. If Alex were more in-control of his own body he would be tempted to grab the doctor by his shirt, shake him, and yell at him that he must be wrong. Alex couldn't be epileptic, he was only sixteen and he permanent medical problems‽ There had to be some sort of mistake! Alex was a healthy, football playing, active kid. How could this have happened?

When Ben walked into Alex's room he was a little taken aback at all the tubes and wires and medical equipment all hooked up to him. Alex was sleeping. He looked oddly peaceful, but he was white like flour, and he had shadows underneath his eyes. Ben never really noticed how tired Alex always seemed to look until now.

Deciding to let Alex sleep, he took the chair from against the wall and scooted up next to Alex's bedside. He didn't think Alex would react well to Ben holding his hand, but at this point, he didn't really care. Ben held his took anyway. The doctor and the school had already told him exactly what had happened. It sounded like Alex would be having these tonic-clonic seizures for the rest of his life. The words sounded wrong to him. He never really imagined he would be thinking about medical problems and Alex at the same time. They didn't really go together very well. Ben sighed, whatever this disease threw at them they could handle though. He knew it, he just wondered if Alex did.

When Alex woke up, Ben was actually allowed to take him home, just as long as they promised that he would go to a neurologist next week to check in with him and touch bases with him. As Ben was watching Alex he noticed that his eyes were fluttering, quickly, Ben dropped his hand.

"Hey," was how Alex opened. To Ben, he still looked like crap, but at least he didn't seem to be stumbling all over his words again.

"Hey, how you feeling?"

Alex grimaced at his question, he didn't really like talking about his feelings, even if they were physical this time.

"Like crap."

"You look like it too."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"You ready to leave this place?"

"Really? Can I?"

"Yup, just get dressed."

Alex looked down at himself and remembered that they had dressed him in a hospital gown. While he wasn't looking Ben threw a new change of clothes at him.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

On their way out of the hospital they picked up Alex new anti-seizure medication. Hopefully it would work without a hitch and Alex wouldn't have any more seizures at all.

He probably wouldn't be that lucky though. This was Alex they were talking about.

Ben sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he drove, Alex was asleep again. He would make sure it worked out in the end, Alex has had enough bad luck to last twenty lifetimes.

Well! That's the end of the chapter. Hope you all liked it! That might actually be the end of the story. I'm not sure yet...