Chapter Seven: We'll Never Be
GH: Emily's Room
"I'm sorry to inform you, but I have some bad news..."
Patrick, already beside Emily, puts her arm around her and gently brings her closer to him. He wants her to know that he's here for her, and they brace themselves for the news. Dr. Lulu goes on, "The test results we've performed today have been stolen by an unknown person. Though we suspect that the breast cancer may be back, we feel no need to worry you at this time with the grim possibility." Patrick and Emily look at each other with question in their eyes, both wondering who would have tampered with the results.
"So when can we find out what's wrong with me?" Emily questions still worried of what lays ahead in her near future.
"We'll draw blood samples again today but it will take a few days longer because we want to make sure that everything is done right. Until then, you can go home as long as you take care of yourself." Dr. Lulu draws some blood samples and then promptly leaves the room leaving Patrick and Emily alone to talk.
"Are you really okay?" Patrick asks her, even though he notices that the color has come back to her face. Still, he is worried and the fact that today he was planning on breaking up with her temporarily leaves his mind. Even though some may think him a cold, detached man, he knows that in his heart he can't leave her at a time like this.
"I am, and if not, I will be. Don't worry, about me," she says giving him a grateful yet worried smile. "What I do know is that I want to get out of here now," she says getting up out of the bed and putting the clothes that Jason brought for her. While she gets dressed, Patrick gets a wheel chair and opens the door just as she is hopping into her shoes. She looks down at Patrick, then down to the wheelchair, and back to him again like he is insane. "You must be insane if you think I'm leaving the hospital in that thing. I can walk fine thank you." He laughs at her stubbornness and insists once more that she get in.
"Why should I?" she asks, suspicious of his motives. She looks at him and wonders why he's still here. After seeing him this morning in the closet with Robin she figured they were over. She can't help but wonder if he's trying to push her off the same cliff twice. To make her feel that he still loved her, just to leave her when Robin came by again. Even though she thinks this, she knows she still loves him and just leaves things as they are, hoping for more.
"Trust me," he says, his words meaning more than he can know, "I'll make it worth your while." With that they leave the room with smile on there faces, keeping up the facade that their love is perfect.
GH: Nurses Station
Robin stands at GH's nurses station, searching through the files of her patient's today. Dressed in green scrubs, her brown hair free, she pauses for a moment to look back out the picture perfect window and watch the snow fall. She wonders why life can't be as simple as the falling snow that simply drops, beautifully, one snow flake at a time.
She turns her attention to her files and notices that the files of Emily Drake have been mixed up with hers. She turns to give them back to Epiphany but instinctively stops and peers into them. I shouldn't do this, she thinks, it's none of my business to find out what's wrong with her. Still, as the daughter, of two spies she has the insatiable need to know what goes on in every one's lives. Some may call it nosiness but she deems it a healthy curiosity. She glances into the file to find it empty. A questioningly look falls onto her face and she wonders what happened to Emily's results.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know," the booming voice of Epiphany Johnson makes Robin realizes that she's been caught in the act.
Blushing she manages to stammer, "But, I was just--"
"You were just being nosy. For your information, her test results were stolen," Epiphany says, giving her usual attitude with a hint of kindness.
"Stolen? But who would have the motive or any reason to do that? Maybe one of Jason's enemies using her possible illness to get back at him?"
"I don't know child, but then again it's not any of our business to find out. Now get to work," Epiphany slowly goes to begin her hospital rounds.
Still perplexed over what she's just heard, Robin bites the tip of her pencil and continues to leaf through her papers when a deliver boy comes in handing her a large bouquet of flowers, including a note.
Lilacs, her favorite, she thinks, and she opens the cars and begins to read it. 'Meet me the cabin tomorrow night. I'll make it worth your while.' It must be Patrick she assumes and is standing there smiling when she hears an awfully loud racket coming from her right.
She turns to see Patrick swerving Emily around in her wheelchair, his inner child coming about. Emily laughs all the way as he continues to speed to the elevator.
"Patrick, you can stop know, we're still in a hospital,"
"Didn't I tell you that I would make it worth your while," he replies, giving her that charismatic smile of his, "Patrick Drake always delivers."
Robin watches silently, a mere onlooker and can't help but be confused by Patrick. 'Today he told me he might love me again one day, and I knew I felt something that was real. Even though he seemed kind of confused, I figured it was bound to be over between those two.
Seeing them together makes me doubt it though. He looks so happy with her and that's something I haven't noticed for a while. What does it mean? Does he still love her? Maybe I was wrong to think we had a chance. I can't wonder what if though, I'm going to the cabin tomorrow night.' She gazes once more at the falling snow and wishes that everything in life could be as simple.
Metro Court
Patrick and Emily sit across the table from each other, and for the first time in while, they are without words. They have everything and nothing to say to each other all at the same time, yet they can't seem to get the words out. He wonders when it became this hard. He looks at her once more and he notices how great she looks today. She glitters in a little black dress and her hair shines in big, silky curls. Her legs seemingly go on for miles, yet despite all this, her best feature is her eyes. He notices the sparkle in her eyes is gone and he hopes that somehow she gets it back. He knows he won't be the one to bring it back though.
"Why don't we dance," Patrick suggests and he gets up holding his hand out to her, she grabs it and follows him up onto the now covered roof. The music continues and without realizing it, they begin to dance to a song that has become the story of their life.
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
And all I can do is try oh try
Try... Try... Try... Try
All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be, we never will be
And that's wonderful, that's life
That's you baby
This is me baby
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love
"I didn't think it would be like this," Emily whispers to Patrick.
"Like what?" he asks, knowing the answer.
"I thought we would ride of into the sunset like a fairytale and we would always be together. How could I be so wrong?"
"It's not your fault, don't ever think that. We're just two different people who are bound to have some problems along the way."
"But do we even have a chance," she asks and he doesn't know what to tell her.
He looks at her, and for a second he remembers the woman she used to be. The one whose ready smile could always light up a room; the one whose jokes always missed the punch lines yet still made him laugh; the one that could make them feel like they were the only two people in the world; the one that could reel him in without even trying. He remembers this and the words come out without his thoughts or effort.
"I promise to try."
"Don't say it if you don't mean it. Especially when you know it." she says earnestly, "I see that you want more from me and I try to be good enough, you can't know how much. But I see you looking at me and wanting her, you can't know how much that hurts. Maybe we'll just never be who we want each other to be; maybe thats how its meant to be."
He sees her giving up on them and though he can't blame her. He can't help but wish they could go back to the moments that brought them true happiness. He doesn't tell this to her and instead gives another suggestion.
Giving up he says, "Why don't we just go home, its getting late,"
She nods and they leave the Metro Court. Only inches away from each other, they can't help but feel a world apart. Little did they know that it would only get
Patrick and Emily's House
The clock reads 2 AM and Emily and Patrick lay fast asleep. The moon casts light on their tired faces the snow continues to fall outside. Dreams run through each of their heads, causing them to toss and turn, yet all is well until the dream worsens.
She imagines herself, slowly wasting away in the small hospital bed. Unbearable pain seethes through her body and near blind, the world as she knows it is perpetually blurry. She feels like she wants just let go, die, yet she yearns for Patrick to be with her. She looks up and sees him with Robin, hungrily, passionately, making out with her. "I'm leaving you, the town whore, for Robin, isn't it obvious?" So confused, she searches for someone else for her to talk to through these moments and sees the Quartemaines to her left. She reaches out to them, yet they briskly walk away. "You're adopted Emily, your not even our real family, why should we care about you?" The tears begin to drop from her eyes and she desperately searches for someone, anyone else to reach out to and there she finds Nikolas, the man who was once her night in shining armor. "Nikolas, I need you. I can't take this any more." "I'm sick of your problems Emily, why don't you just leave me alone." He walks out of the room and she is lays in her bed all alone, with no one to comfort her. The breast cancer hurts her even worst then before and she knows it's finally over. She looks up to the ceiling and strives to find the light, yet there is nothing. Simply darkness. 'So this is how it ends,' she wonders, and within in seconds, she finds out just that. Dying a pitiful death, she realizes that she's always been all alone.
"Patrick, what are you doing? You're my husband" she whispers, so tired she can barely form the words.
Emily wakes up screaming, in a cold sweat, repeating that she can't die. She barely realizes it's just a dream until Patrick shakes her, fully waking her up. He looks at her and sees her fear and unbelievable stress and tries to talk to her, hoping it'll help.
"It was just a nightmare, you awake now,"
"But it was so real Patrick, god it was so real," through her unshed tears she whispers, "I can't go through it again, I can't die like that." he hugs her, gently rubbing her back. "I just want to get away from all this. I just want to get out."
"What if I told you we could go to the cabin for a few days, will that help?"
"I guess," she replies and she slowly lays back down in bed with Patrick following her lead and wrapping his arms around her middle. "There's only one problem?"
"What," he wonders, what else could go wrong.
"I think I'm pregnant."
A/N: Do you think I'm evil for putting so much Emily and Patrick in a story thats supposed to be Nem and Scrubs? Do u really think she's pregnant? Maybe, but just know that I really like Scrubs and Nem so at least one of those couples are getting a happy ending. But before, that alot of drama we'll come. So what do you think? Whether you love it or hate, please review. And I don't think I mentioned before that this story is based on the song"On Lips of an Angel' by Hinder. Just on case u didn'te realize it already. Have a fun weekend everyone!
lorilou783: Thanks for the review, and I guess Patrick was pretty messed up for that one.
cofeegurl5: Sorry the review wasn't so soon but I blame my eight page paper on euthanasia. Thanks for the review and I think Emily will be olay eventually, not so sure about everyone else though.
carolann5: Glad you liked the last chapter, thanks.
Ilovetowritesmp: Thanks. I wasn't expecting to here the lines good writing for while, thanks. But one question, what does smp means
SeetherRox: The suspense is definitely coming. Thanks
