Disclaimer: Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't own House of Anubis.

Previously: Senkhara tells Nina that she(meaning Nina, not Senkhara) will die if they don't find the Amulet of Ra.

Nina's POV

Once Sibuna was settled in my room(we were going to go up to the attic but I felt like if someone tried to carry me up there, I'd throw up again) Fabian explained what happened. " I Googled Amulet of Ra and it came up with this." Fabian showed everyone the webpage on his laptop.

It read, 'The Amulet of Ra was a sacred amulet used by Egyptian pharaohs in a ceremony that was supposed to give them a health blessing. It was rumored to be created by the sun god himself, as a reward for the first pharaoh's kindness and good judgment. The Amulet was lost sometime around Thutmose 2, and it's location has never been found, although it is believed to have somehow made it's way into England.'.

" Well, we could sure use some health blessings right now." Mara said. " I'll check the library for anything on where the Amulet could be located."

" And I'll keep checking my laptop for anything else-" Fabian started to say, but was cut off by a knock at the door.

" Come in!" Amber said as a tall man with fair skin, black hair, and glasses walked in dressed in a white lab coat, jeans, and a T-shirt that had a picture of a stick figure wearing a stethoscope. He was carrying a large black bag. I started shaking a bit. " Hello, I'm Dr. Peterson, I'm looking for Nina Martin?" he said. " I was told she was in here."

I raised my hand a bit, sat up(with help from Fabian) and weakly said, " Hi." I moved a bit closer to Fabian, and he took my hand in his.

" Hello, Miss Martin. I must ask everyone to step out of the room."

" Ok, we'll leave now." Mara said, glancing at the others.

" Feel better, Neens!" Amber said as she walked out the door. Fabian paused a moment.

" Could...he...stay?" I asked feebly.

" Of course, if you are both comfortable."

" I'll stay." Fabian said quickly.

" Ok then, let's begin." the doctor said, pulling a stethoscope out of his bag. When he slid it under my shirt, I shivered and gripped Fabian's hand a bit tighter. The doctor asked, " So, Nina, what symptoms have you been experiencing? Dry throat, nausea, pain in your abdomen, stomach, or legs, fatigue, fever, chills, weakness or dizziness?" I nodded yes. " All of them? Well, that's highly unusual." Pulling the stethoscope out from under my stomach, he said, " Your heart rate is a bit fast, but not enough to really have to worry about." He put the stethoscope back in his bag and came back out with a thermometer. " Open your mouth, please, my dear." He put the thermometer in my mouth and waited a few seconds, then pulled it out and examined it. " Hmm... 41.94 Celsius. I'm afraid you'll have to stay in bed until that fever goes away. Maybe this nice lad could bring your schoolwork up for you?"

Fabian and I both blushed. The doctor took my blood pressure, and did other doctor type things( I have absolutely no idea what else a doctor would do) and then packed up.

" I think this is just an extreme case of Jamural's Syndrome.( Which is a totally made up disease, btw) All you need is some bed rest, and calm. Don't get stressed, and you will lose use of your legs, but only until the disease ends, which should be about a week. No school, but your friends can visit you in your room, and don't get out of bed unless it's absolutely necessary. Call me if anything serious happens, and get well soon!" the doctor said, walking out. After he was gone, Fabian hugged me.

" There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I shook my head yes while clutching him tighter, still quivering, and buried my head in his chest. He stroked my head. Eventually, I pulled away, but didn't stop shaking. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I laid back down, and thought about what Senkhara had said. I didn't want to die, but I might. Oh, I hate being the Chosen One. I sighed, snuggled down on my pillow, and fell asleep.

Dream

I was six years old again, watching T.V. and waiting for my parents to come home from the store, when I heard a knock at the door. I got the stool from under the sink and dragged it to the door so I could look through the peephole like Mommy and Daddy taught me to do. I saw my Gran standing in front of the door, so I opened it.

" Hi Gran!" I said, before noticing she looked worried. " What's wrong?"

" Your parents are at the hospital, dear. They were in a car crash. We're going to go see them. Go get your rain things on."

I ran upstairs and shoved my feet into my rain boots, shrugged on my coat, and plopped my hat on my head. Then I dashed back to Gran, and we got in her car. I loved Gran's car, an old yellow VW bug.(like Emma's from Once Upon A Time. Look it up!) It was always warm, and made me feel safe. I calmed down automatically, even though I was still worried about my parents.

When we got to the hospital, I held Gran's hand all the way down to the room my parents were in, room 506B. When I saw my parents, I started to cry. They were in hospital beds against the wall, side by side.

Mom's long brown hair was plastered to her face, and she had a big white bandage wrapped around her forehead. Cuts and bruises were all over her fair skin, and she was white as a sheet.

Dad's black hair was messy and tangled. His right arm and leg were in thick white casts, and he had more cuts and bruises than Mom.

I ran up to them and grabbed their hands. They felt cold and clammy. I heard loud beeping, and then was rushed out of the room as doctors ran in with pointy tools and big black bags. Gran picked me up and held me close to her chest as tears rolled down our faces. From inside the room, we heard two long beeps, then silence.

The doctors came out and one of them said, " We did all we could."

Gran moaned and wept harder. I took a moment longer to understand, then I realized what he meant. My parents were dead. I buried my face in Gran's chest and sobbed. I hated doctors for not trying harder to save my parents. I hated cars for putting my parents in the hospital in the first place. I even hated my parents for dying. But then I realized that even if I hated things for the rest of my life, I couldn't bring my parents back. So I stopped hating. I just cried. I cried, and cried, and cried.

End of Dream

I woke up to Fabian shaking me. " Nina? Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep." I buried myself in Fabian's shirt and cried. I hated that dream. After my parents died, I had that dream, no nightmare, every time I went to sleep until I was 10. After that, I'd only had it occasionally, but it was always the same. I was little again, reliving the moment when my parents died.

" Nina, you're okay. It was just a dream." Fabian said as he stroked my back, soothing me.

I shook my head no and removed my head from his now wet shirt. " No, it wasn't a dream!" I sobbed.

" What was it about?"

" M-my parents."

" Oh, Nina." Fabian said, hugging me tight to his chest. It was then I realized that I was freezing. I snuggled closer to Fabian, enjoying his warmth. He stroked my hair, lulling me back to sleep, but right before I slipped into sleep, I heard him whisper, ever so quietly, " I love you, Nina."

I love you too, I thought, and then fell asleep.