I nervously pick at my nails, wondering when is a good time to tell everyone about Niall. Eventually, I decide I can't hold off any longer. "Guys," I start slowly, "Niall told me to tell you that...um, he might not make it this time." My throat feels thick and it's a struggle to get the words out, but I manage. It's silent for a brief moment, until Kat explodes. "Why couldn't he tell us himself? Of course he tells you, his perfect, athletic, pretty little girlfriend and has her come tell us all! He didn't have the nerve to tell us in person!" I'm stunned by her outburst, and I don't respond for a bit. "Don't you think it's hard to talk about your own death?" I finally ask her blatantly. She stares at me, crossing her arms over her chest. "Isn't it harder to talk about someone else's?" she replies sourly. I don't know what to say to that. Liam speaks up, quietly. "Kat, you need to understand that Niall isn't allowed to leave the hospital as of now. How would he tell all of us at once, anyway?" Kat shrugs, seemingly thrown off by Liam's point. "He could have told us when we visited," she mumbles, her black hair covering some of her face. Liam shakes his head in disagreement, but doesn't say anything more. Harry runs his hand through his brown curls and sighs. "I can't believe it. I can't even imagine camp without Niall here." Lacey nods. "He's the one who brought us all together, really. He's like, the soul of the group." The fire we're all gathered around crackles and spreads light on everybody, making their features distorted. I lean forward, trying to catch some of the heat in the cool summer night. Kat huffs and leans against a nearby tree. "I remember," Emma begins, "when I first met Niall. He was all bubbly and outgoing, and I was more shy and reserved. He definitely brought me out of my shell, and then he introduced me to you guys, and it was like the first group of real friends I've ever had." I bury my face in my hands, distraught. "Stop talking about him like he's already dead," I cry. Louis puts his hand comfortingly on my back, and Zayn says, "I'm sorry, Ally. We didn't mean to make you upset." I shake my head a little bit, acknowledging Zayn. "It's fine. I know you didn't," I mumble. "Well he's as good as dead, now isn't he?" Kat exclaims, surprising all of us. "How could you say something like that?" I cry, outraged. I stand up and face her. She defiantly glares at me. "Obviously he wouldn't have you tell everyone he might die if he's going to live," she states, as if I'm two years old. "He doesn't know if he's going to live or die!" I reply, my entire body shaking with anger. "How could you be so cruel?" Kat turns and stalks off. Emma puts her arm around me and leads me back to our cabin, murmuring that Kat didn't mean it. But she did mean it, and we both know it. Later that night, when I'm in bed, all I can think about is what Kat said. Her words swirl around and around in my head until I fall asleep. He's as good as dead, now isn't he?