Jennifer had gone back to sleep, that morning before Jonathan left for work, he'd woken her up and made love to her, she had to admit, that was her favorite way to wake up, she wished they could have stayed in bed all day but she understood, as much as he loved her and wanted nothing more than to make love all day, he had a committed to his company despite the fact, it was more than capable of being run by its many divisions and executives.

Jennifer understood that Hart Industries was Jonathan's baby, but he worked himself so hard, that she often went by the office late at night with dinner because he'd worked all through lunch and there wasn't time to stop and she had to admit, she loved having picnics in his office because they often lead to make love on his couch.

But the weekend was supposed to be theirs, they would be going up to the cabin for 48 hours of nothing but dinners and making love and she was excited. The rang beside her head.

Yawning, she answered the phone, "Yes. Hi Darling,"

"Have I thanked you for starting my morning off in such lovely way," He practically purred.

"The pleasure was all mine," She giggled

"All ours," He turned down the street to where Hart Buildings were located, he never imagined as an orphan kid, he'd own one of the largest buildings in Downtown Los Angeles and that he'd be living in a mansion with his beautiful wife, "Have a good day," He barely got the words out when his car, the cherished yellow car that he was known for was broadsided.

Jennifer sat up, she could hear the impact and the crash, "Jonathan! Oh my god…Jonathan !" She screamed

Jonathan couldn't answer because the car phone had fallen out of his hands and the car was flipped on its side, his head having bounced off the window and then hit the steering wheel.

Immediately people began to surround the car, trying to pull Jonathan out of the car while cautious of his injuries, luckily, he'd hit his head and had passed out during the impact.

Jennifer couldn't understand what happened and hoped he was okay but if he was, Jonathan would have found a way to reassure her.

Talking to herself, "He's okay, I know he's okay," she got up and raced into the closet, if Jonathan was hurt, she needed to go to the hospital but which hospital? Her mind racing a thousand miles a minute, everything from cuts and bruises to broken bones, which were fine, she could deal with that, he would heal over time and she would take care of him.

Jennifer wouldn't allow herself to think the worst, that Jonathan was dead, her heart wouldn't allow it and even the thought of it made her stop breathing.

She began pulling out clothes when Max knocked on the bedroom door, over the years, he was often caught off guard when he walked in without knocking.

"Mrs. H?" He called, luckily after Jonathan had gone to work, she'd put on his dress shirt because it smelled like his cologne, so she wasn't completely naked tearing through the closet.

Jennifer was shaking and pulling out clothes, "Yes, Max,"

"The Police are downstairs for you," He wasn't sure what was going on but the expression on her face, the tears and the fact she was struggling to put a sweater one with no pants showed it was something about Mr. H.

Jennifer froze in position and felt her stomach drop to the floor, how could they have gotten there so fast? Minutes had only passed but she guessed since that she and Jonathan had often investigated crimes that involved the police, they were able to get a notification much quicker.

She whispered, "Tell them I'll be right down," Max didn't want to press her because he could see she was about to melt down.

Max, never one for affection but loving her as if he was her father, stepped over the clothes she'd tossed and hugged her, whispering "He'll be okay,"

Biting her lip and feeling the tears pour down her face, "I hope so,".

Breaking the hug after a few minutes, she finished getting dressed and went to the top of the stairs where two Officers, with sad looks on their faces looked up at her.

"I'm Mrs. Hart, how can I help you," She tried to sound tough but every step, she thought she might pass out.

"Mrs. Hart, we'd like you to come with us," The First Police Officer said, looking as if he were going to cry himself.

"Is my husband dead," She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth.

"Ma'am, we're not sure but we'd like you to come with us," The second officer said extending his hand to her.

"Max," She said, reaching behind her to hold her up.

"We'll both go," Max made the decision for her and she smiled briefly at him.

Getting into a Police wasn't totally unfamiliar to them and Jennifer often felt embarrassed because it was giving them unneeded attention but, in this case, and this moment, she was grateful for the lights and sirens.

They screeched to a halt in front of the hospital and Jennifer jumped out before the car came to a stop.

Running to the nurse's station, she, without realizing it started yelling "I'm looking for my husband, Jonathan Hart!"

A nurse, with blood covered scrubs and tears streaming down her face, met Jennifer, "Mrs. Hart?"

"No, No!" She started screaming, he was supposed to be alive! "I want to see my husband!"

The nurse grabbed her into a hug, "He's alive, but has a lot of injuries" and then guided Jennifer into the room where Jonathan was being treated.

"Oh my god," She whispered, his face was bruised, and a bandage was wrapped around his head and his eyes, his arm broken, and stitches lined his strong jaw. "Hi Baby!" She tried to sound cheerful but couldn't contain the tears, he was still handsome, but she knew that his appearance was important to him.

"Jennifer," He reached out for her, she was grateful he didn't have amnesia but when he reached out for her and she was in the opposite direction, she began to panic.

"Jonathan, I'm over here," She stepped to the side of his bed and took his hand, but he still didn't turn his head toward her.

"I can't see," He whispered putting her hand to his face, "I've lost my vision."

Jennifer swallowed the scream she could feel in the back of her throat and leaned down beside him, "It's okay, we'll be okay," She kisses his face, cautious of the bruises and stitching.

He sighed, he wondered if he'd ever see her face again and if she was strong enough to deal with the fact that her husband would never be the same person, he was just two hours earlier.

"Hey, I love you," She declared, knowing that he had visions of her putting him into a nursing home and living it up on a cruise ship, but she was his wife and she promised that she would remain by his side until death do, they part.

The door swung open and an older doctor with dark brown hair burst in, "Mr. Hart, I see you've sustained a head injury, we're going to take you upstairs for testing and Mrs. Hart, I'm sorry but you are going to have to leave so Mr. Hart can rest quietly,"

Jonathan whispered to her, "I don't want to be alone," She kissed him again and stood in front of the Doctor.

"Can we speak outside," Jennifer's brown eyes glowed, like a Mama Bear protecting her cub.

Outside with the Doctor, Jennifer took note that they were almost of identical height and she felt that the Doctor was a dominating person in this hospital but if anyone was going to call the shots regarding Jonathan, it would be Jennifer.

"Mrs. Hart," the Doctor began, "I know that you are concerned about Mr. Hart, but we have everything under control, why don't you say goodbye to Mr. Hart and let him rest. "

"Ma'am, we've only just met and I'm grateful you are taking such good care of my husband, but I am not going anywhere. I am Mrs. Jonathan Hart and therefore I am not leaving my husband for a moment. He's frightened and needs stability. If you do not think that you can help provide that, we can find another doctor."

Jennifer turned on her heels and went back to Jonathan, somehow Max had slipped by them and was standing by the bed, looking solemn.

The Doctor quietly returned to the room, where she said through gritted teeth, "Mr. Hart, we're going to take you up now for a head-scan and to make see if there's a cause for your vision loss and if we can possibly restore it."

Jonathan nodded and gripped Jennifer's hand, "Okay,"

A few hours later, Jonathan was finished with his testing and he was exhausted, his head was pounding but when he tried to sleep with Jennifer sleeping on the chair beside him, he needed her beside him. but the bed wasn't big enough for both of them.

"Darling," He reached his hand out to feel her hair, "Jennifer," she woke up with a start, unsure of where she was and jumped.

"Oh Jonathan! " She said, "Are you okay?"

"I can't sleep," He confessed

"Are you in pain," She stood up, worried when he reached out with his good arm and pulled her down on the bed, even without his eyes, he knew where she was at all times.

It was their connection.

"Lay with me," He asked her quietly, "please,"

She kicked off her shoes and cautious of his broken arm, managed to squeeze herself beside him, he kissed her head and sighed, feeling as if he could finally relax.

Before she could close her eyes, she heard him mumble to her ear, "What are we going to do?"

"About what?" She leaned up to look at him.

"I may not get my vision back, I can't be Jonathan Hart, CEO anymore," He sounded so sad, she wanted to cry.

"Then you'll just be Jonathan Hart, my husband," She said kissing him.

"You are amazing, you know that" he hugged her as much as he could.

"It's you and me plus Max, that's all we need. "She said feeling him relax and knew that it was because of the medication as well as his own peace of mind.

"I'm glad," His voice faded, and she knew he'd slipped into sleep.

She couldn't relax, how could she? The man she loved was frightened and injured and their future was uncertain.

This morning, she was the wife of a Successful CEO, giddy after making love to her husband and now, she was simply the wife of a man who's future was up in the air, money would never be a problem but she knew Jonathan, he would never be satisfied stuck at home, he would want to continue his life as a CEO because that's all he knew, even as a kid and hustler, trying to survive, he would never allow himself to just become a shell of himself.

She didn't want to admit to him, but she was angry at him, why didn't he pay attention while he was driving, that he could have waited until he was at the office to call her. If only he hadn't been so careless, but she supposed, if she hadn't answered the phone, he might have been paying closer attention, she felt a tear slide down her face.

Before the accident, they'd been talking about starting their family, she was hesitant because their lives together were something beyond their dreams and they had everything and more, she felt complete, but she understood why he wanted a child.

He had been deprived of a childhood and that by not having one, he could make up for it by having his own child and spoiling it rotten. It wasn't the greatest reason to have a baby, but she understood, having lost her mother when she was 10.

She laid awake listening to Jonathan breathing, wondering and trying to imagine what life would be like if he couldn't regain his vision. Could she be capable of taking on such a task? Was she strong enough, it had been easier when he had amnesia because at least then, he could take care of his basic needs? She remembered how he came to bed nervous and they still made love, it was a bit awkward, but it was familiar.

She laid awake until the morning, when Max came by with a change of clothes for both of them and to bring her coffee, he didn't want to interfere, but he was worried about the both of them.

Jennifer had just finished changing her clothes when the Doctor came back in, worried, she sat next to Jonathan and took his hand.

"Mr. Hart, we've examined your tests and we've discovered that there is a possibly bone wrapped around your optic nerve that is preventing you from seeing. But the problem with this type of surgery, is that it could either improve your vision or you might become permanently blind."

Jonathan felt a little bit of hope while Jennifer felt more worried, what if the surgery didn't work?

"When will we do this surgery?" She asked quietly gripping his hand

"In a month, when we know that Mr. Hart's concussion has healed," The Doctor said quietly.

"What if I don't want the surgery?" Jonathan said, surprising Jennifer, she was positive he would be thrilled at the chance of having his vision restored.

"Then we'll have to see if your vision returns on its own or if it's permanent," The doctor then excused herself and left.

"Jonathan, you have to have this surgery," Jennifer said as soon as the door closed.

"Darling, I think we should wait," Jonathan replied, "Surgery comes with complications and I think we've had enough of those for a lifetime,"

"But this is your vision! We can't risk it," Jennifer stood up and paced the floor.

Something in Jonathan snapped, "This isn't your decision, this is mine," his tone surprised her, there were very few times he'd ever snapped at her and she understood, this was coming from a place of fear.

"No, Jonathan, this decision affects all of us," She said quietly before going into the bathroom to cry.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath.

She was in the bathroom for a long time and when she came out, her face didn't show any traces of her crying, just a determined woman, who pulled the chair up to Jonathan's side.

"Before we decide anything, we need to do what we've always done which is to talk. That's always been the biggest part of our relationship and that's not going to change. This can't change us, we have to be strong together." She pleaded.

Using his hand to feel for her face, he touched her cheek, "It won't change us, but this is going to change me because I've never known a life without my vision and I need to deal with this," He said

"Please don't shut me out," She said quietly.

"Never. "He promised.

Over the course of the next few days, Jennifer noticed small changes in Jonathan, not enough so that anyone outside of their family would notice but enough so that she would notice, little things like he became short tempered with her when she went to help with changing his bandages or that he refused to eat his meals unless Max brought him something.

The therapist said that this was Jonathan's way of coping, but Jennifer knew that her Jonathan was a survivor, he would come out of whatever this is. He just needed time.

And to be home.

The doctors felt that by staying in the hospital, Jonathan could receive therapy to learn to cope with the loss of his vision, but Jennifer knew better, he would recover better at Willow Pond, the familiarity of their lives would possibly lift his spirits and he would feel more like himself.

It took a lot of convincing, but Jennifer got the doctors to agree that the best place for Jonathan for rehabilitation.

She was packing up his clothes and he was watching her from the bed when he asked her a strange question.

"Darling," He said, "Can you toss me that orange," There were fruit baskets, and flowers galore from people all over the world. They were taking a few home but donating the rest to the hospital.

"Are you hungry?" She asked reaching into the basket.

"No, just toss to me," He insisted holding out his hands

"Okay," She was curious but at least he wasn't yelling at her, she gently threw the ball to him and was surprised he was able to catch it with such ease. "How did you do that?"

"Maddie taught me that, she taught me how to listen and sense," He spoke lovingly of his physical therapist, for a brief moment, Jennifer felt a twinge of jealous.

"I'm glad," Jennifer muttered, "Well, let's get you home,"

"Yes, Let's go home," Jonathan tossed the orange in the air.