Is Love Forever? [1]

A Different Kind Of Attack

They finished dinner, and Scott helped Hope clean up. She went to the sink and started to wash the dishes, and he was storing all the leftover food in the fridge. 

"The tomato sauce was really good. Where did you learn how to make it?" He asked her. "Well, you can't really do much when everyone thinks you're dead, so I took up some hobbies. One of them was cooking, more specifically, cooking Italian food. I don't know why. It was a random category of food, and I wanted to try it." She shrugged, drying off her hands. 

"Well, your time certainly wasn't wasted. That's for sure. Can you believe that we're bringing everyone back tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, it's...um...really...cra- crazy to um..." She said shakily with short breaths. "Hope, you okay?"

It was happening again. She could feel it. Without another word, she ran up the stairs and went to Scott's room. She dug through her bag and found the pills. Scott came running after her and found her on the floor of his room holding the ever-so-familiar container. 

"Hope, what's wrong?" He asked kneeling next to her, clearly worried. She wasn't showing any of the usual symptoms that she had before an attack. He didn't know if she should take the pill, or let the episode pass. 

Her breathing got heavier, and she put her hand on her chest. At that point, Scott had no other choice. He gave her the medicine. Like always, the pill took a few minutes to work. Her breathing slowed, but not by much, and she looked pale and weak. 

He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He put pillows behind her to prop her head up. "Hey, what happened?" He asked, holding her hand. "I- I don't know." She was still trying to control her breathing, and it looked like she was recovering from a panic attack. 

"It felt like the attack I had in the hospital." She said. She looked anxious, and Scott knew why. She told him that the attacks would get worse until they killed her. And her having a repeat of her first attack wasn't a good sign. "You're still okay. You're going to be fine." He said, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than Hope. 

"Scott, I am not okay, and you, of all people, know that." She said, holding his hand. "For me to have a repeat of an attack, it isn't good. And I think we both know that my next attack could be my last." She said, looking into his eyes. Her eyes held a certain kind of sadness in them. It was sadness mixed with fear. She knew what was going to happen. 

"Don't say that. There's still time. We can find a cure." He said. "We can try." She said, but she looked doubtful. She also looked exhausted. 

"We have a big day tomorrow. You should get some rest." He said. "What about you?" She asked. "I'll just finish cleaning up downstairs, and then I'll come up." He said. Hope nodded, and Scott went downstairs. 

He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. He was panicking. Hope's condition was getting worse, and they had no idea what triggered her attacks. He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't. Then he realized something. 

He'd been blaming himself for Hope's sickness, but it wasn't his fault. It was Michael's. "There was poison on the sword..." Hank's words echoed in his mind. The poison was the cause of all of it. It made sense too. 

The doctors couldn't identify the poison, and they couldn't identify Hope's illness either. Scott couldn't believe it. The only way for them to cure Hope was to get the cure from Michael. But that couldn't work for two reasons. 

One, Michael had wanted Hope dead. He would never help him cure her. Two, Michael was relentless. Scott knew that the government had claimed Hope dead, but knowing Michael, he would have made sure she was dead. That meant that he had been dusted as well. 

Scott didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. One thing was for sure, if Hope was to be cured, they would need Michael's antidote, if he even had one. He got up and went back upstairs. 

This whole time, Hope had been trying to fall asleep. She watched as Scott came up the stairs, walked into the room quietly, grabbed his clothes, and went to the bathroom. Once again, she found that cute. 

He was always so respectful and considerate, unlike her previous boyfriends... Before she met Scott, she had various relationships. All of which had crashed and burned. But when she was with Scott, she felt their relationship would last. 

Scott came back to the room and laid down on the bed. She watched as he reached for a picture on the table next to him. It was a picture of Cassie. "I'll see you tomorrow, Peanut." He said. He kissed the picture and put it back. Hope felt awful. Scott had gone a whole month without his daughter, and every day he was reminded that she wasn't there. 

Tomorrow was their chance. They were going to bring everyone back, whatever it took. She fell asleep, thinking about the next day.

                                                                            Author's Note

Hey guys! I'm so sorry it took so long to publish this chapter. I'll try to update as soon as possible, I promise! Also, if you received my challenge, please try and complete it! If you don't know what I'm talking about, go to my conversations page, and look at the most recent post. * A few days later* Update, do not look at my most recent post, because I just put up something new. Just look for the one posted at the beginning of November!