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Summary: When Jesse wakes up from his surgery, Maxie discovers something startling and Patrick and Robin finally confess how they feel for each other, but when tragedy befalls Robin, Patrick also discovers some shocking news. Will Jesse and Maxie and Robin and Patrick be able to hold on to the love that they have for each other?

Pairings: Maxie/Jesse and Robin/Patrick

A/N: This is chapter 4. Hope y'all enjoy.

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"Dr. Robin Scorpio, report to room 202."

She heard her name being called from somewhere in the distance. It was like an echo in her mind.

Robin slowly opened her eyes and groggily pushed the light-up button on her watch. It read 8:30. Damn. She had slept all night.

She bolted up and quickly moved strands of hair out of her face. Robin, then, glanced over at Patrick and watched him open his eyes.

"Robin?" he questioned.

She quickly placed her index finger on his lips and said, "Shh." She then replaced her finger with a kiss. Robin's lips lingered on Patrick's for the next few seconds. When she broke away, she whispered, "I have to go. Go back to sleep."

Robin lifted the covers from her semi-rested body-even a few hours of sleep could make all the difference-and got out of bed, leaving the comforting warmth of Patrick's body.

She reached for her lab coat, which still remained on the floor from the previous night and quickly put it on.

As she headed for the door, she glanced back at Patrick, who had already drifted back to sleep. She smiled and left the room.

Robin heard her name being called over the PA again and this time it sounded insistent. Wait. Room 202 was Jesse's room. She started running down the hall. She hoped nothing had happened to Jesse. She should have been checking on him instead of sleeping.

Robin felt her hair flying in every direction and she heard the swish of her lab coat behind her. Robin stopped only when she felt another body against hers and watched as papers flew to the ground.

"I'm sorry," she said, as she bent down to help pick them up.

"It's okay," said a male voice.

She reached for a piece of ivory-coloured paper at the same time as her unknown male companion. Their hands connected and she recognized the feel of his hands. She felt them every time Patrick touched her. They were doctors hands.

She looked into his face and realized how much he reminded her of Stone. He had the same eyes and the same irresistible smile.

"Thanks," he said, as he combed his hand through his dark-semi-long-brown hair. "By the way, I'm Dr. Dean Jefferies."

He extended his hand and Robin took it, saying, "Dr. Robin Scorpio."

"You're Dr. Robin Scorpio?" Dr. Jefferies questioned and when he received a nod from Robin, he continued, "This saves me the trouble of having to track you all over the hospital. I've been brought in as a consultant for Jesse Beaudry's case."

"Well," Robin said, with a hint of disgust in her voice, "we have the best neurosurgeon in the state for that. Anyway, Patrick Drake is already familiar with Jesse's case."

By this time, both doctors were on their feet and heading to Jesse's room.

"Considering he just had surgery of his own, he's not going to much use in this case."

She could not believe this man. He was insufferable. How dare he come here and start barking orders on who could or could not treat a patient; her patient. She knew he was right; however, Patrick wouldn't be doing much 'treating' for the next few weeks. If she hadn't been so distracted by Patrick, it wouldn't stop her from telling him where to shove it.

They were at the door to Jesse's room now and Dean pushed it open without even bothering to knock. He just barged right in and started flipping through chart after chart, looking for Jesse's information.

Robin looked at Maxie and she could tell that Maxie was just as infuriated by Dr. Jefferies' indecent behaviour.

"Well Jesse," Jefferies said, glancing down at Jesse's chart. "It says here that you're suffering from amnesia as a result of a bullet to the head. I'm here to assess the damage, but I can tell you right now that it is highly unlikely you'll get your memory back. A head injury of this caliber is…."

"Doctor," Robin cut in, aghast. "Can I speak to you outside for a minute."

Dr. Dean Jefferies reluctantly followed Robin out of the room.

This doctor reminded her so much of the Patrick Drake she used to know. He had terrible bedside manners and he talked to his patients as though they were nothing to him; just another means to an end. She would not stand for his obscenities. Jesse was her patient and Maxie was her cousin and she cared for them both a great deal.

Who even asked for a consult? She was doing just fine on her own and that's what infuriated her even more than Dr. Jefferies bad manners. Someone didn't trust her enough to handle Jesse's case by herself. Why? Was it because her field of expertise was limited to medical research? At this point, she didn't really give a damn, but when she found out who sent Dr. Obnoxious, over there, they'd be running for the hills by the time she was done with them.

Once they were out of the room and had shut the door, Robin said, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Those two kids in there have been through enough. What gives you the right to go in there and tell them 'it is highly unlikely he'll ever get his memory back?' I think it's very likely he'll get it back."

"Well, Dr. Scorpio," Dean said with a soft chuckle, "that's the difference between you an me. I tell it as it is, but you, on the other hand, tell these patients what they want to hear. Anyway, I'm surprised you even have time to treat patients, with how busy you've been."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin asked sharply.

"I may be new here, but word does get around. I hear you've been sleeping with Dr. Drake."

She could feel hot, angry tears prick at the corners of her eyes and before she could stop herself, she slapped him. She slapped him so hard; she could almost hear the bones in his neck crack. Robin could now see a red beginning to form on his cheek, where her hand had made contact.

"How dare you," she seethed.

"Wow," Dr. Jefferies said, as he brought his right hand up to his face and began rubbing his cheek. "You're a little spitfire, aren't you?"

She could not believe this. Her anger….her slap, turned him on.

"You bastard," Robin shouted. She brought her hand up to slap him again, but, this time, he was quicker and he grabbed her wrist in mid-air. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't release his hold on her. They were still in that position when they heard the door open a few seconds later.

"Are you guys okay?" Maxie asked, as she stepped out of the room and closed the door, so as not to disturb Jesse more than they probably already had.

"We're fine," Dean replied, quickly releasing his grip on Robin. Without looking at anyone in particular, he added, "I'll be back later to check on Jesse." He turned his back on Robin and Maxie and walked down the hall.

Robin kept her eyes glued to his back, until he rounded a corner and disappeared from her view.

"Robin, are you okay?" Maxie asked again.

"I'm fine," Robin said, rubbing red wrist. "Maxie, I apologize for Dr. Jefferies' behaviour. I do believe, though, that Jesse's memory will come back. You just have to be patient."

"You can't be sure, though?"

"No. We need to run more tests, but I'm optimistic. You probably want to go be with Jesse, so I'll go and see you later."

Maxie hesitated in the hall, as she watched Robin take the same route as Dr. Jefferies. She had a feeling that by the end of they day, Dr. Jefferies would be all too familiar with the scorn of Robin Scorpio. She must say he deserved it, though. Maxie didn't want to dwell on a little inconvenience such as Dr. Jefferies; however, so she pushed him out of her mind for the time being and went to sit with Jesse.

Maxie saw him staring blankly up at the ceiling, muttering something incoherent under his breath. He was no doubt in shock from hearing that he wouldn't get his memory back, after Robin told him that he would.

Maxie took Jesse's hand and when he turned to face her, she could see the tears glistening in his eyes, while a few had already begun their decent down his cheek. Maxie, then, wiped them away with her thumb and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'm sorry," Jesse said.

"For what? Being scared you might not remember anything from the first years of your life? In that case, I need too apologize as well because I'm scared too Jesse. Just thinking that you might never remember me or the life we shared, scares me to death and I don't know how to deal with that. I've never been so scared Jesse."

Now it was Jesse's turn to comfort Maxie and, before she could stop him, he did something which she thought he would never do again. He kissed her. His lips remained on hers for only a few seconds, but it was enough to make her day. Her heart was still beating erratically when he ended it.

Before Maxie could say anything, Jesse said, "I know it's selfish of me, but I thought maybe it would trigger something. Unfortunately, it didn't."

Jesse hadn't had held out much hope that the kiss would help, but he wanted to try. He wanted Maxie to know that he was trying so hard to remember. It didn't matter that he was constantly exhausted, but if he could love Maxie again, then all that exhaustion would be worthwhile. He knew, though, that the exhaustion was written all over his face and he also knew that Maxie could easily detect it, so it didn't surprise him when she said, " I know you just woke up a few hours ago, but if you want to work on getting your memory back this afternoon, then you should probably get some rest."

Jesse closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep, knowing that Maxie was there, waiting for him.

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"How are you feeling?" Robin asked Patrick, when she walked into his room.

"Much better, now that you're here," Patrick replied.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way, but I can't stay. I have a doctor to hunt down." Although she had given Dr. Jefferies a piece of her mind earlier, she had been interrupted when Maxie had walked out and Robin didn't want to upset her anymore. However, she knew that provoking him was not a good idea.

"Why?" Patrick asked.

Instead of answering; however, she sat down in the chair she had occupied only yesterday. She went to move a few strands of hair behind her ear. Unfortunately, she had used the hand, Dr. Jefferies had grabbed-which was still rather red-and Patrick took immediate notice. She tried to hide it, but Patrick grabbed it-a little too roughly, which made her wince-and throwing his previous question out of his mind, asked, "What happened?"

She pulled her wrist out of Patrick's grasp, got up, and quickly walked to the door. She felt the tears threaten her eyes again.

"Robin. Talk to me," Patrick said.

Robin leaned against the doorframe and let the tears fall down her face. She could not believe she let an obnoxious doctor, like Dr. Jefferies, get to her like this. She then silently berated herself for falling apart in front of Patrick for the second time in two days. This was her battle to fight; not his.

Robin wiped her tears away, as she felt Patrick's hands on her shoulders. She had been so preoccupied with Dr. Jefferies that she hadn't heard Patrick get out of bed.

He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head. Damn. He was getting too good at that; being there for her when she needed him.

She pulled away from him; however, and without looking at him, she said in a cold, harsh voice, "Go back to bed." She walked away, without looking back and not realizing how much those simple words had hurt Patrick.