Marie's eyes opened wide and stared at nothing while she frantically tried to find any trace of a heart beat. She grabbed and felt his wrist; no pulse. She put two fingers on his neck below his jaw; no pulse. "Oh god, no... Franken... Please, wake up. Wake up!" Marie sobbed. She put her hands on his chest and began CPR, hoping, praying that it would work. It had to work, Stein could not die, not yet.

She stopped pumping, opened his mouth, and breathed into him. She did this a few times, then began pumping again, putting all of her weight into it. It seemed like she had been doing this forever, and when she checked his wrist and neck for a pulse, she felt no beat. Marie continued CPR, still hoping it would start Stein's heart beat back up. Soon, her arms were getting very tired and she could not breathe right, the atmosphere and the idea of losing him along with her endless tears were suffocating her.

A long while passed, and she began to breathe into him again. As she did this, She felt the air she was giving him trying to be sucked down. She sat up quickly and more tears continued to fall as she saw Stein's chest rise and his eyes slowly open as he inhaled.

"Oh my god, Franken. Thank God you are alive! I thought I had lost you..." She sobbed as she put her head on his chest and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Marie..." Stein said quietly as he put a hand on her head and stroked her long, strawberry blond hair. "Marie," he said again as his voice shook. He closed his eyes and just laid there with Marie crying so violently on his chest. He listened to her cries, not knowing what to say or do.

Finally she pulled her head up and put her hands on his cheeks while she stared at his face. Now she knew. Now she knew that she couldn't live without seeing this face. Others might avoid or even run from him, but she knew this man. She knew who he was, not just his name. While others only saw a freakishly tall, scarred and stitched man with a bolt going through his head, she saw a man who was her friend, who she now knew may even die for her. She saw a man who... No, I can't love him... Isn't love different? But then, here I am, crying my eyes out because I thought he was dead... So, maybe...

"What are you thinking, Marie?" Stein asked slowly and quietly. She hadn't even noticed that while her eye was in full contact of his now open eyes, she was completely lost in her thoughts. Should I tell him? But his heart just stopped because of too much overload, too many different alian things upon him. I can't tell him, not yet.

"I was just thinking about how it would be if I had lost you," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "Oh, Franken..."

Stein tried to sit up, but his muscles seemed to weak to move much, and his lungs were aching from the lack of air for so long. Marie must have felt his abdomen tighten under his clothes when he tried to sit up because she put her hands on his arm and asked, "Do you need help up?"

Stein was quiet for a moment, inhaled deeply and said, "I shouldn't stand right now. I'm too weak too carry myself, and I am much too heavy for you to even help me walk."

"But aren't you uncomfortable on the hard floor?" Marie asked, her voice full of raw worry.

"I am, but I'll be ok," he answered truthfully.

"I'll go get a blanket and a pillow," she said as she stood and began walking down the hall and into Stein's room. She picked up his blanket and a pillow off of his bed. Marie came back down the hall to find Stein with his eyes closed, and at first she was terrified that he may have passed out again. But then she heard him breathe in, and she saw his chest rise. She exhaled in pure relief as she spread the blanket out over him and picked up his head, put the pillow underneath it, then laid it back down. Marie began to walk away, but something made her stop, and it told her to stay.

She turned around and looked down at Stein, thinking about if she should ever tell him that she loves him. What if something like this happened again? It seemed like there were much too many swirling emotions and new alian feelings going through his head, and he didn't know how to sort out or deal with what was going on, so maybe his brain just... decided to shut down. But that's insane, how could that happen? She thought. Maybe he had a heart attack or a stroke... If so I should call the hospital. Of course! I need to call an ambulance! God, why am I so stupid at times?!

Marie ran into the kitchen and found the phone sitting on the table. Her fingers were shaking violently as she dialed 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" the operator asked quickly.

"My room mate," Marie gasped, "He was completely fine one minute, then he started to have trouble breathing and then he collapsed. His heart beat even stopped..." She couldn't go on after that last sentance, she was already crying again and her voice was shaking.

"What is your location?" the operator asked.

"Uh, I can't think of the street name... It's the laboratory right next to the graveyard here in Death City." Marie said quickly.

"We will send an ambulance right away. Did you attempt CPR?"

"Yes, I got his heart beating again; He is alive." Marie gasped. Oh, thank God he is alive!

"Good, you did well." There was a sound of relief in the operator's voice. "Now what is his current location?"

"He's in the hall asleep. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. So I got him a pillow and blanket and let him rest."

"You need to keep him awake until the ambulance gets there. We don't want him to fall into a coma." the operator said quickly.

"Alright, I will." Marie said.

"The ambulance will be there shortly. You did well."

"Thank you..." she said quietly as she hung up the phone.

Thanks to all my readers, I'm happy to know that some one is enjoying my story! Please leave a review, it encourages me a lot. And, if you have any ideas or if you want a character to be introduced, leave a comment and I will try to work something out. I will be uploading chapter 5 shortly. Thanks again! :) -Mikshizels