Lou tried to hush Amber. She was sure the baby knew that something wasn't right, you could cut through the tension with a knife. Peter had gone with Katie and Georgie to pick up some food while she stayed with Jack and the baby. So much had happened in the last two years it was hard to keep up with. Ashley had given birth to baby Daniel the day before.

She thought about all the people around her, she looked down at Amy's sleeping form. The doctor said she was lucky, she had a few scrapes on her face but nothing was broken and she'd be fine to go home in a few days. Amy didn't know about Ty yet, Lou wanted to tell her when the time was right, she was waiting for her to wake up.

A few rooms down the young man lay on the bed in a coma. His daughter and soon-to-be wife were so close yet so far. Lou had been to visit him but she couldn't stay very long, it made her sick, Wade had done this to a person who he was supposed to care for. She never fully realised the potential that one punch could have.

Amy's eyes flickered open, she had barely been conscious for the last twenty-four hours where she drifted in and out. She felt awake now though and when she saw the look on her sister's face it was like having a double espresso in the dead of night.

"What's wrong? Where's Ty?" Amy asked but all she got was a cold silence, "Answer me!"

"Amy, Ty's in a coma", Lou replied, shocked by Amy's reaction, she just blatantly stared off into space for what seemed an eternity.

"Amy, the doctor spoke to us, there's a good chance he'll wake up", Jack said, trying to pull her out of this absentia.

"I-I want to go see him", Amy said as she sat up and tossed her covers aside.

"Amy, you should rest", Lou said in an urging voice.

"Lou, I've been resting for the last twenty four hours dammit if I can't go and see my fiance!" Amy yelled as she got out of her bed and pushed past her sister, pulling the inconvenient needles out of her arm.

She had no idea where he was and the hospital floor was cold on her feet. She needed to see him, needed to hold his hand. She walked to the front desk in her bare feet, bed hair and rumpled hospital gown and asked for his room number. The nurse showed the way and she kept walking.

Lou gave up on trying to keep up with her, she was a woman on a mission. She didn't know what she was doing but she couldn't live another second without seeing him and there he was. The steady rhythm of the hospital machines soothed hair, they were the signal for life and as long as they played their monotonous melody she knew she could get through this.

His head was wrapped in a white bandage, tainted crimson, his nose had blood stains and a graze presented itself on his check. She reached out and grabbed his hand, it was warm but cooler than usual and his face had become a pale colour. She pulled his hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it before placing his palm against her cheek and sobbing quietly.

'You were the one', she thought, 'that I was going to give my life to, you're a part of me, just like my heart or my head and just like those if I were to lose you there is no way I could continue living, come back to me.'

Ty felt trapped, he could feel something. He was reminded of when he was just a teen and was unable to supress his sleep during his fruitless attempts at waking up. Something wasn't right, he knew that for sure but what that something was he didn't not know. The last thing he remembered was talking to Wade about Amy and then Wade punched him.

'Amy', he thought, trying to focus on something constant.

'Where is she', he wanted to say, or at least anything but he felt detached from his own body, he suddenly became frightened, what had happened to Amy? Was he dead himself? What about Amber? Their daughter? Who would hold her when she cried, who would help her back up on her feet? Show her that the skies are blue?

He couldn't feel the sweet caresses from Amy nor could he hear the incessant cries from his distraught six month old daughter, he couldn't smell the stench of despair mixed with a spark of hope. He couldn't whisper to Amy, tell her how much he loved her, or hold his daughter as she cried.

Lou placed her hand on her sisters shoulder and guided the young woman back to her own bed to rest for another night before returning home. 'Home', Amy thought, 'It'll never be home unless Ty is a part of it'.

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