Little Angel

Chapter 2- The Final Good-Bye Monday, March 31, 2014

I walked into Derek's living room with a bowl of popcorn and two cans of Pepsi in my hand.

"Did I miss anything?" I asked as I sat on the couch next to my boyfriend, checking the time.

Eight o'clock. Perfect.

"Nope. Except if you want to watch the interviews by the How I Met Your Mother casts as they good-bye." He said.

Dang, this is too real. My favorite show is ending tonight. I'm going to miss it, but I do understand that they have been on for almost ten years. Some things must come to an end.

I relaxed and leaned my head on Derek's shoulder as we watch the last episode.

An hour went by, and the bowl of popcorn was finished before the last minutes of the episode is over.

I watched as the older Robin Scherbatsky watched older Ted Mosby shoved the blue French horn in the air.

I dropped my mouth in shocked with tears dripping down my face. This can't be the last episode. This just can't be the last episode. I mean what was the point of the last few seasons, building up to Barney Stinson's and Robin Scherbatsky's wedding only for them to get divorced years later? What was the point of the entire SERIES of Ted Mosby trying to find his future wife, trying to get over Robin for the last nine years, only for the wife to end up dead? And then have Ted Mosby tell the story to his kids on how he met their late mother, so that they can be okay with dating freakin' ROBIN? Goodness gracious, this better be some messed up early April Fools joke, because I have not wasted nine years of my life for THIS load of barnacles.

"What the hell did I just watch?" Derek asked.

"I don't know, Derek. I don't know." I said, crunching on a baby carrot.

"What was the point of the episode where Ted let go of Robin? Or when he told her it was too late for her to love him before the wedding? What the?" He said.

"Not to mention that the writers made Tracy look like a birth machine for the kids that Robin can't have." I said.

"Yeah. She does" He said. "Why wasn't their a funeral? Or a clip where Ted was moping about his dead wife? Or the porch scene that was mentioned earlier in the series? What about the pineapple incident?"

"Best they didn't explain that. They would have ruined that too." I said, "Barney's scene was cute though."

"Yeah, it was, but I wished it was Barney's and Robin's adopted child, you know?" He said.

"I recognize that the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid decision, I have elected to ignore it." I said.

"Avengers?" Derek asked.

"Avengers." I confirmed with a nod of my head.

I started to cough.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Derek asked, rubbing my back.

I shook my head 'no' as I jumped up and sprinted towards the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet and coughed up all the junk food that I ate. Derek came behind me and held my hair back.

"Let it out. Just let it all out, Mel." He said.

I sighed as I flushed the toilet. Being the good guy that he is, he gave me a tissue to wipe my mouth with.

"Thanks." I said, resting my head against his warm body. It soothes my head.

"We've gotta get you to a doctor. You can't keep up like this. This isn't healthy for you." Derek said.

"No!" I said. I don't want to go to the doctor. It's not that I'm scared of the doctor, I'm scared of the results. Plus there will be a lot of bills to pay and I don't want to handle that. And I don't want my parents to find out. "This is just the stomach bug. It-it will pass over."

I weakly got up from my spot and looked up at Derek with a smile to reassure him, I'm fine. But deep down inside, I know what he's saying is more logical. Still, I refuse to go to the doctor.

"Mel, you've been throwing up this past week. You can't tell me this is normal and this will blow over tomorrow. If you were to have the stomach bug, we should still see the doctor so he or she can prescribe you an antibiotic so you can feel better." He said.

Again, he's speaking in logic, but...

"Derek, I'm fine. This will soon be solved." I said.

"Okay." He said as he stood by the door of the bathroom, waiting for me to come out.

"Believe me. This will all blow over." I said, washing my hands and face.