AN: WARNING: This is part two of a previous story. If you have not already read Forbidden Fruit, do not start this story. You will be completely lost and will have missed out on a simply amazing story (:

Here it is folks! Chapter one! The sequel. I would like to welcome all the newcomers and give special thanks to those that are returning! The support from Forbidden Fruit has truly inspired me to keep going with this story. I promise, I love writing it as much as you guys love reading it. Comments, reviews, and suggestions are appreciated it. I hope you guys enjoy!

Four months. Four months of waiting. Four months of coming into the hospital with high hopes and leaving heartbroken. Four months of nurses running in and out of the room. Four months of doctors wanting tests to be run. Four months of seeing her, laying there with needles and tubes. Four months of not being able have conversations with her, to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to make love to her. Four months of sitting by her bedside everyday waiting for her to wake up from her coma. Four months of feeling guilty. Four months.

If only he had paid more attention to the road. If only he had let her drive. If only he had went without her. If only, if only. Millions of these thoughts had went through his mind in the past four months. He couldn't help it. He felt like he had done this to her. If he would have never met her, he would have never fell in love with her and had the intentions of taking her to meet his family. He blamed himself, and the worst part of it all was that she was completely clueless. What if she didn't even want to meet his family? Why did he take her without her knowledge? Every minute of everyday he felt nothing but regret.

He woke up in pain. His head was killing him. He touched his forehead and felt a cool sensation. He looked in his palm and all he saw was blood. "What the fuck?", he said to himself. And then it hit him. He remembered. He lifted his head off the steering wheel and looked up through the shattered windshield. He saw red, white, yellow, and blue lights flashing everywhere. He heard the voices surrounding the car, yelling.

"He's up! He's up! Sir, are you okay? We need you to stay calm, okay? You've been in a pretty bad wreck. Who is this in the car with you?"

He panicked. She was in the car with him, and if they had to ask him who she was, then it meant she was unconscious, or worse. He looked over to his right, and there she was. Slumped over in the front seat with her arms still crossed. Her head had hit the airbag compartment and blood was all over the dashboard. Shards of glass were in her hair. She looked lifeless.

"Olivia!", he screamed out, hoping that she would hear him. No response. He screamed out her name again. Still, no response. He leaned over to her, feeling the soreness ripping through his body. He touched her face. It felt cold. He was praying it was because of the air conditioning vent blowing in her direction. "Olivia", his voice cracking, "baby, please". The only words he could get out before he lost himself in his tears. He could hear the officers and the paramedics calling out to him. Every time one reached for him, he swatted them away. She looked so small and so broken sitting next to him and all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms.

He was being rushed through the halls of the emergency room on a stretcher. He could hear all the doctors and nurses around him screaming out orders. "Is she okay? Is Olivia okay? Is my girlfriend okay? Please!", he screamed out to whoever was pushing him. "Sir, we know you're worried about your girlfriend, but we have to get you checked out first. She will be in the best hands", the nurse above him said, trying to persuade him.
He wakes up in a hospital bed. He's freaking out. Why is he alone? Where is Olivia? He needs Olivia! He buzzes in a nurse, and she appears before him. "Hello, Mr...Grant", she says looking over his charts, "how can I help you?"

"My girlfriend. Olivia. Olivia Pope. Where is she? Is...is she...", he doesn't have the courage to ask.

"No, no sir she's not", she answers him, knowing he's too scared to get the words out of his mouth. "Ms. Pope is in critical condition. All of the impact from the crash hit her directly. She has a broken leg and arm, lots of bruising, cuts and scrapes. Some brain swelling as well, since she suffered a huge blow to the head. She's in surgery now, and has been for the past few hours, and we will then transport her to the ICU. She hasn't gained consciousness since she's been here and the doctors are more than likely going to put her into a medically-induced coma. She's banged up, but she is alive sir. You, on the other hand, are okay. Just a deep laceration to the forehead which took and fifty stitches and some cuts from the flying glass, but you should be okay. By tomorrow morning we will be releasing you."

"And the other car?", he asked her quietly.

"The driver died at the scene sir. Apparently, he was out enjoying the holiday", she said sarcastically. His alcohol level was very high and some cocaine and marijuana were found in his vehicle."

"Son of a bitch", he though to himself. "The bastard had been driving under the influence of not only alcohol, but drugs too? Piece of shit. I would have killed him if he didn't die already"

"Is there anyone you would like to call? Friends? Family? For you or Olivia?"

Who was he supposed to have called? Who could he tell about what happened? Everyone would have to know where he was taking her. What if she didn't make it? Everyone would hate him.

"Umm..there's a few friends you can call for her. She doesn't have family. My family is here in town. We were on our way to see them. They must be worried sick. Did you find our cellphones? All of the numbers are in there.." The nurse nodded her head, leaving the room after telling him that she was going to look for their belongings.

It wasn't long before the nurse returned, carrying both of their cellphones, his wallet, and her clutch. She handed the items to him and he went through both phones, reading off the numbers of the people he wanted to be notified. He made sure that Abby and Quinn were to be called first, and then his family members. She left him again, letting him know that he should get some rest while people were contacted.

He laid in the bed, in pain, but more scared for Olivia. He went to her phone, looking through her pictures. He didn't feel comfortable about invading her privacy, but he needed to see her face for what it was, in case there was any permanent damage...or death. He scrolled through the pictures, his heart warming at pictures of her smiling by herself, some with her and her friends, and others with him. He thought about her and prayed that she would make it through this, that they would make it through this, or he'd never forgive himself. He cried to himself, slowly drifting off to sleep.