CHAPTER FOUR

A week later, Howie lead a doctor in Tyler's room. Mags was leaning against Tyler's crib asleep.

"Mags?" Howie asked softly. This was the first time he had seen her sleep in the past week.

Mags sat up, looked around and quickly jumped up "Huh? What? What's wrong? Is Tyler okay?"

"Howie..?" Leah's voice drifted in from outside the room.

Howie smiled reassuringly at Mags, before leaving the room.

"What?" Mags pressed impatiently, as she sat back down in her chair. The doctor - Dr. Titale - quickly checked Tyler's charts.

"Well...I am sorry to say this but...the blood we gave Tyler was contaminated with the AIDS virus. We had him tested, and he is a carrier of the disease. We truly are sorry for this mishap." Dr. Titale responded.

"How long....does....does...he...have to...you know.." Mags couldn't finish her sentence.

"It depends. Anywhere from 2 years to about 10. You never know." he answered.

Mags sat stunned, until the doctor left. She leaned forward, the top of her head touching the bars of the crib as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt a hand touching the top of her head. She looked up to see Tyler staring at her. "Mommy no cry." he said in a hoarse whisper.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" Mags screamed, forgetting the news she had just gotten as she bent to hug Tyler.

Leighanne, Kevin, and Nick rushed through the door. "What's wro-" Leighanne panicked, before seeing Tyler. When she did, she dropped her coffee "Tyler!"

Tyler smiled wanly, as AJ walked in the room. "Hey Ty." AJ said calmly. He, then, did a double take, and his mouth dropped.

"Up." Tyler demanded, as Mags finally let go.

The door opened once again, and a nurse stepped in. She smiled at Tyler "I see your finally awake." she commented.

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows, and repeated himself "Up, pwease?"

Three days later, Mags and Tyler sat in the room. Dr Titale had just explained to Mags how to administer Tyler's medicines, for the AIDS.

"Okay, when can I check him out?" Mags questioned. She had just talked to Kylie, and explained the car accident, but left out the AIDS. She wasn't sure why she hadn't said anything, but then again she hadn't told anyone - even AJ.

Dr. Titale quickly consulted the charts. "Well.. by Saturday at the earliest." the doctor responded. Mags nodded, and Dr. Titale exited closing the door lightly.

"So kid, what do you wanna do?" Mags asked struggling to keep from crying. She didn't want to upset Tyler.

""Sing?" Tyler half-asked, half-stated.

"Sing what?" Mags returned, praying to God he wouldn't ask for a Backstreet Boys' song. Although, when she had first met the Boy's she had fully hated their music. She had become accustom, to the once annoying pop music, but she wasn't any where near the mood to sing the sappy love lyrics at the moment.

"Tinkle Tinkle?" Tyler suggested.

"Okay." Mags answered, laughing at Tyler pronunciation. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it is." It felt so good to laugh.

"Twinkle Twinkle little star. How I wonder where you are. Like a diamond in the sky -"

Suddenly the door flew open and Mags' uncle - Lou Pearlman - entered. "Who was that singing? It sounded like....like...Toni Braxton, Mariah Carey, and Christina Aguleria together. Lindsey who is it?" he greeted.

"Nice to see you too." Mags responded. She had only seen her uncle once in the past 2 years. Mags had a strong premonition that it was because of her relationship with BSB. Lou owns the record business Trans-Continental, and helped the Boys' rise to fame. They had suffered differences in opinion and parted ways after a legal battle.

"Yes. Yes. Hello. Now who was that?" Lou demanded, surveying the room.

"It was me." Mags replied, not really caring.

Lou snorted. "No, Lindsey, really who was it? I'm not kidding." he told his niece.

"Me neither. It was me." she informed him.

Lou stood in shock for a moment, before recovering. "Would you like a record deal?" he questioned.

This caught Mags totally and utterly off guard. As she contemplated the thought, one word came to her 'Revenge.' she thought. 'That's what this will be, I can flaunt everything in front of AJ. Make him hurt like I do.' She looked at Tyler, who was intent on pulling his covers off his bed. "Ehh....What the hell? It can't hurt. Only if I can record from Philly, though." she answered.