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Weeks passed and Connor started to give up completely on Sarah. He hadn't went to visit her since Dr. Abrams gave him the bad news.

"Can you tell me if things improve?" Connor had asked.

"Yes," Dr. Abrams had said. "And if she stays the same or gets worse?"

"Didn't you hear me? I asked you to tell me if things improve," Connor had said bitterly.

Since Connor hadn't heard from him, he assumed the worst.

"Hey, Connor," Will said, frowning slightly.

"What's with that look and the tone everyone's using with me?" Connor snapped. "Everyone's treating me like I'm wounded,"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm fine,"

"I just don't get it,"

"Get what?"

"You were by her bedside literally every moment you could," Will paused. "And now... I mean, when was the last time you saw her?"

"The night she woke up,"

"Huh," he said curiously. "Why?"

"It's too fucking hard," Connor said.

"What happened between you two anyways?" Will asked. Connor looked up at Will with an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look on his face. He didn't want to get into it right now. "I'm just trying to understand so I can help,"

"Alright, fine," Connor said. "Nothing happened. I mean, we didn't hook up or anything. We just went through something together. She lost her first patient with me. I comforted her about it. Sharon asked her to go to my place to drop off some documents and she did. We talked. I just - I never get along with people anymore," he explained. "But I liked being around her," he inhaled deeply, shaking his head. "And I think she liked being around me, too,"

"So why aren't you letting her be around you?" Will asked. "She can't really roam around the hospital looking for - "

"Me?" Connor interrupted. "No, of course not. Why would she? She doesn't remember everything that I remember. She just thinks of me as the first doctor she saw when she woke up. Who wouldn't stop starring at her. That's it, though I doubt she even remembers that now,"

"Alright, think of it this way," Will started. "You said you think she liked being around you, too?"

"Yes. I think so, anyways,"

"So, consider the roles being reversed. You were the one in the coma, not her. Do you think she would leave you like that? Do you think that she, who was interested in psychiatry and evidently you, would ignore you even though you forgot your memories together?"

Connor said nothing. Will looked Connor straight in the eyes.

"Think about it," Will said, slapping him on the shoulder as he left.

Will's right. For once, Connor thought bitterly. He breathed deeply. He was going to visit her before he could talk himself out of it.

He knocked on the door of the room she was in.

"Yes?" she said. He walked in, smiling weakly at the sight of her.

"Hey,"

"Hello," she said. "Are you another doctor?" she asked. He was going to try his hardest to make her feel comfortable this time.

"I am," he said, taking a seat in the chair he slept in for so many nights. "Just making my rounds. I'm Dr. Connor Rhodes,"

"I'm Sarah Reese," she said.

"It's nice to meet you," he said steadily. "How old are you, Miss Reese?" he braced himself for the answer.

"I'm eighteen," she said. "I'm starting pre-med in the fall,"

"Congratulations," he said, trying to hide the sadness he felt. Eighteen? She forgot so much since he last saw her. "It's a difficult but great career choice,"

"You would know," she smiled shyly. "I'm eager to get out of here though. Apparently I passed out and now they're running a bunch of tests. Do you know how those tests are doing?"

"No," he said honestly. "We'll try to get you out of here in no time, though,"

"As long as it's by the time school starts," she yawned, her eyes starting to close. All of a sudden, she snapped them open. "Connor!"

"Yes?" he jumped.

"The guy. The dead patient's brother," she said, breathing quickly. "Someone saved me? I - I almost died - "

"Sarah," he exhaled, getting out of his chair. "Thank God. You're back,"

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"I have so much to tell you," he said. "I'm sure they'll give you more time off work so I'll be able to explain everything - "

"Time off work?" she interrupted. "I told you. I just finished high school. I quit working at the coffee shop,"

He thought he'd be more disappointed. He guessed that on some level he expected it. But there was progress. He saw it.

"You're right," he said. "My mistake. Excuse me,"

He turned and left the room, rushing to find Dr. Abrams.

He wondered if this had happened before. If she had snapped back to reality but it hadn't lasted long enough for someone to notice. It was possible, wasn't it? If it happened now, it could have happened before and it most certainly could happen again.

He wanted to kick himself for not seeing her more often. If he had been with her the way he had been when she was in a coma, he might have noticed this sooner. He might have caught other moments if there were any. Don't dwell on the past, he ordered himself. Focus on now.

"Dr. Abrams!" Connor said.

"She's not getting better and you clearly told me to only contact you when she was - "

"She is, though!" he interrupted. "She remembered - for about 5 seconds - but, still!"

"Remembered what?"

"She mentioned the deceased patient's brother and said that she almost died," he explained impatiently. "Then she went back to thinking she just graduated high school,"

"This is promising," Dr. Abrams nodded. "But it's possible that this won't stick. You know that, don't you? Don't get your hopes up,"

"Too late," he said. "I need you to get to the bottom of this. Please," he cringed when he said the last word. Being a Rhodes, he wasn't accustomed to begging.

"Please?" Dr. Abrams scoffed, shaking his head. "I will, alright? Even without you telling me,"

"Thank you," Connor said earnestly. "I owe you,"

"No," Dr. Abrams said. "Being able to tell anyone that a Rhodes said 'please' to me is enough,"