Kevin did not understand life at all. 'Just this morning I was thinking about how life could not get any better and now I am pretty sure it could not get any worse,' he thought to himself as he look down at his twin sons laying in adjacent incubators, each hooked up to numerous tubes helping to sustain his life.

He desperately wanted to be with Lucy, but the doctors estimated it would be at least week before she woke up and he knew deep down that she would prefer he be with the kids. So he decided that for the time being he would split his time between Savannah and the boys.

"Hey man, how ya holdin' up?" Ben whispered while walking up to brother.

"Hey, come and look at my boys," Kevin said with pride despite the circumstances.

Ben observed his nephews for a couple minutes and said, "You know what Kev, I can already tell these boys are fighters they will make it through this, you all will."

"Thanks Ben," Kevin said giving him a quick hug. "What are you doing here by the way?" "Not that I don't appreciate you being here because I really do, but I haven't even had a chance to call mom yet," he clarified.

"Oh I called her when we were on the flight. She and Patty Mary are on their way as we speak."

"We?" Kevin questioned.

"I am here with Mary," Ben confessed.

"Last I heard she's married and pregnant. Care to explain?" Kevin asked.

"Eventually I will. But right now I am here for you, so is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah keep these little guys company while I go talk to Matt and the other doctors," Kevin said with a sigh.

Meanwhile the Camdens were all splitting their time between Lucy and Savannah's hospital rooms. Martin wasn't sure what to do so he volunteered to do whatever was needed. To his relief Eric merely gave him the responsibility of helping Ruthie make sure that Savannah did not fall asleep because of her concussion. Ordinarily that would not be a problem because Savannah is a big fan of Martin's, but she suffered amnesia due to the impact of the accident and seemed to only remember Kevin.

"No sweetie, you can't sleep, watch Martin's puppets," Ruthie instructed Savannah as she started to close her eyes. Savannah gave Ruthie a look that said she had no idea who they were. "Where is daddy? I want daddy!" She screamed.

"Martin it's no use, she needs Kevin, she doesn't remember us," Ruthie said sadly.

" Ruthie, Dr. Palmers said the amnesia is only temporary I am sure she'll be fine, they will all be fine," Martin reassured her.

Ruthie wasn't exactly happy with her dad for suggesting that Martin help her with Savannah, but he had no idea what was going on with Martin, Sandy and Simon and she didn't want to bother him about it with everything else going on so she decided to stay quiet for the time being. She was thinking about that when she realized that despite the fact that Martin's life must seem like it's falling apart he is more worried about the Camden's than himself. As that thought crossed her mind she decided to try talking to him about his earlier confession.

"Martin we need to…" Ruthie began before she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"How is she?" Sandy asked worriedly. "I came as soon as I heard."

"Uh Ruthie, I am going to go check on Sam and David," Martin said in order to make a quick exit and avoid being in the same room with Sandy.

"She has amnesia, a concussion, and some bumps and bruises," explained Ruthie despite the awkwardness that still existed between them even after Martin left the room.

"Amnesia?" Sandy questioned.

"Yeah she doesn't remember anyone besides Kevin.

"Aaron," Savannah cooed as she spotted him.

"And apparently Aaron," Ruthie added.

Ruthie watched as Sandy put Aaron on the corner of Savannah's bed so the two could play and noticed for the first time how much he really looked like Simon. After a few more minutes of awkward silence Ruthie couldn't resist asking, "How could you lie to us?"

Sandy stared at her and began to cry because she had no idea what to say.

"Daddy!" Savannah exclaimed as Kevin walked into the room.

"There is my girl," Kevin said bending down to give her a quick hug. "Any luck jogging her memory Ruthie?"

"Not completely, but she does seem to remember Aaron," Ruthie explained.

"Yeah. That's good. Matt said her memory would probably come back slowly. "By the way Dad is looking for you. And Sandy I think I heard that Mary is looking for you," Kevin explained.

"Mary's here?" The girls questioned in unison.

"Yes she is here with Ben."

"I don't even really know her. Why would she be looking for me?" Sandy asked

"I don't know. But you can go find out I'll stay here with Savannah and Aaron.

"Ok," Sandy said nervously because deep down she knew that Mary probably wanted to talk to her about what she had done to Simon and everyone else.

Ruthie waited until Sandy left to go and find out what her dad wanted. The fact that Mary, who is married to Carlos and pregnant for the second time had come with her ex-boyfriend, Ben to the hospital was occupying her thoughts as she made her way to Lucy's room to find him. She had no idea why the two of them had come together, but she knew the reason had to be juicy and thinking about it was a welcome distraction in light of everything else happening around her. When she was nearly to Lucy's room she ran into her dad, Martin and the twins.

"Hey Dad, Kevin said you were looking for me, what's up?"

"Hi sweetheart, how are you holding up?" Eric asked.

"I'm fine," she lied.

"Well, would like to go home? Your mom and I want to stay with Lucy, Savannah, and the babies, but Martin is going to take the boys home because they are exhausted and I thought you might be too," Eric explained.

"Ok I'll go, but I'm coming back first thing in the morning and call us right away if anything changes," Ruthie insisted.

"I will," Eric assured her before heading into Lucy's hospital room.

"Let's get you and these boys home Ruthie Camden," Martin said as they all piled into the car.

The car ride back to the Camden's house was very quiet because neither Martin nor Ruthie knew what to say and the boys were too tired to talk. Martin tucked them both into bed minutes after they entered the house and did his best to reassure them that Lucy and the babies would be all right. Once both boys were asleep he realized he had not checked on Ruthie and went to find her. As he walked toward her bedroom he heard strange moaning noises coming from the bathroom. Since he had just put the twins to bed and no one else was in the house he knew the moaning had to be coming from Ruthie so he knocked on the door lightly and asked if she was ok.

"I'm fine," she shouted.

Martin could tell by Ruthie's tone that she was anything but fine so he opened the door slowly and was surprised to find her with her head over the toilet throwing up. Almost immediately as if through instinct he gathered up her hair so it would be out of the way and continued to hold it until she was done.

"Ooooh, I think I just puked up everything I ate this week," Ruthie said weakly.

"Come on, you need to get to bed," Martin said before allowing her to lean on him as they came out of the bathroom.

"No I…I have to call the school and the airline to cancel my trip," Ruthie said shaking her head no.

"Ruthie, you got sick for almost an hour and you're burning up. I am not letting do anything but go to bed," Martin said with authority.

"But I have to…" Ruthie began.

"You don't have to anything I'll take care of it," Martin said.

"I should at least put the twins to bed," Ruthie said realizing she had forgotten about them.

"Already done, now please, go to bed," Martin insisted.

Finding herself out of excuses and feeling rather exhausted Ruthie reluctantly gave in and agreed to go to bed. As Martin watched her go into her room he decided that even in her sicken state he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Ruthie Camden. The realization that their relationship may never be what it used to be drove him crazy so he started on her to do list in hopes that the tasks would keep him sane. He called Kevin first to get the number of the school Ruthie was supposed to go to and couldn't hide his disappointment after hearing that nothing had changed at the hospital. After making the calls he had to make for Ruthie, Martin called his father to update him on the Camdens' situation and to say he'd be staying the night there to watch the boys.

After hanging up the phone with his father Martin busied himself with mundane tasks like feeding happy and cleaning the kitchen in an effort to keep his mind off of the things happening around him, but nothing worked. Finally he faced the reality that he would not feel at ease until he checked on Ruthie again and slowly headed up to her room.

"You're supposed to be sleeping," he said after entering the room and finding Ruthie wide awake in her bed.

"I can't sleep." "My dad might call from the hospital and besides my entire body aches."

"I'll tell you the second anyone calls from the hospital and I already took care of everything else you needed done so please just try to rest," Martin said before starting to leave again feeling angry with himself for not having anything better to say.

"Martin…" she said weakly in an effort to stop him.

"Yeah," he said turning toward her.

"What do you think is going to happen?"

Martin then sat on the edge of Ruthie's bed looked her straight in the eyes and said the only thing he could, "I don't know Ruthie, I honestly don't know."

"I…I am going to…get sick again," Ruthie groaned while struggling to get up and make it to the restroom. Realizing she was not going to make it Martin quickly grabbed her trash can and held it in front of her.

Ten minutes later Ruthie's vomiting stopped, but she was still burning up and feeling miserable so in a last ditch effort to help her feel even the least bit better Martin want to get a cold compress for head.

"I know you can't be for sure, but if you had to bet what would you say is going to happen?" she asked when he reentered her room.

"I would say that you and your family are all going to make it through this," Martin said after taking a minute to contemplate his answer and placing the cold compress on her head.

"I am not sure I can. I was going to Scotland because I needed to get away even before all of this happened. I don't know if I have the strength to stay." She admitted quietly as tears rolled down her cheek and she began to sob.

Without thinking about any awkwardness it may cause later Martin wiped away some of her tears and pulled into a hug. "Have I ever told you what my mother was like?" he asked quietly while still embracing her.

"No," Ruthie whispered pulling away from his embrace reluctantly and propping herself up against her pillow.

"You remind me of her sometimes," said Martin with a smile. "I know that probably doesn't seem like a good thing, but trust me it is. In my eyes she is and will always be one of the most incredible women that ever lived,"

"I remind you of her?" Ruthie questioned in disbelief.

"Yes, you have an incredible strength and presence just like she did," Martin said sweetly.

"From the look you get in your eyes when you talk about her I doubt I am half the person that she was. Tell me more, what was she like?" Ruthie asked weakly feeling thankful for the distraction.

"She loved parks. When I younger we moved around a lot. Whenever we settled into somewhere new the first thing she'd do is go and find a park. She always said that finding a park to go to made a place feel like home. We used to spend entire Sundays in parks eating picnic lunches and playing checkers or scrabble," he said with a reminiscent smile.

"Sounds like fun," Ruthie said sensing he had more to say.

"It was. My dad would always join us when he was home, but most Sundays it was just her and me. I didn't mind though I loved going to park with her, but then…"

"Go on. I can tell you have more to say," Ruthie urged gently.

"Everything changed when she got sick Ruthie. My dad couldn't stand the thought of losing her so he threw himself into work. He took fewer leaves and when he was home he wasn't around much. I was young, but I saw her through all of it, the chemo, radiation…"

"Martin, you don't have to go on if…"

"No Ruthie, let me finish. There is a point to me telling you of this," he assured.

At his request Ruthie stopped talking and waited for him to finish. "I sat beside her bed and held her hand as she was dying. Do you what my dad was doing?"

Sensing that he didn't actually want her to answer Ruthie sat quietly.

"He was having a beer and watching football with a neighbor across the street. Ruthie, my dad had to work through our issues because before you and your family came into my life he was the person I had left, but I do not know if I will ever fully forgive me for not being there for us that day."

"Martin I am so sorry," Ruthie said sympathetically.

"No, don't do that. Don't feel sorry for me. That is not why I told you…that's not what I want," Martin said while struggling to keep an even tone.

"Why did you tell me? What do you want?" Ruthie asked annoyed at the confusion and the fact that on top of everything else she still felt sick.

"I want you to realize that next to my mother you are the strongest I have even known. You have to stay here for your family because, well, because you'll regret if you don't. And I don't know if you'll remember this tomorrow or not, but I have to get it out while I have the nerve…Ruthie you also have to stay here for me," he said firmly.

"Martin, I can't talk about this right now I am…"

"Ruthie I love you. I never met to hurt you and I am so sorry for everything. I can't bear to lose another person I love. Please tell me you forgive me and that you will stay. I promise I'll do everything I can to help you through this," Martin pleaded.

"Ooooh ow. Martin…i…I'm going to…" Ruthie began before grabbing her stomach.

Realizing she was going to get sick again Martin once again grabbed the trash can and held it in front of her. A few minutes later her vomiting had once again subsided so sank down further into her bed feeling incredibly exhausted. "I am going to get my old fan from the garage apartment, try and get some rest," Martin said after realize she'd broken into a sweat.

"Martin," Ruthie said stopping him.

"Yeah Ruthie?"

"I love you too," she whispered before finally drifting off to sleep.

A/N So sorry for the forever long wait. I have incredibly crazy quarter at all. We are on break in a couple of weeks so I'll update more frequently then...enjoy the chapter!