As Sabrina drove home from Patrick's, her tears started flowing as heavily as the rain pounding on her car. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to keep her composure when Patrick hesitated at her ultimatum. Although she expected the reaction he gave, it didn't make it hurt any less. So, instead of breaking down, she let out a breath and used her hurt to give her enough anger to order him to sign the papers as she walked out the door. It seemed fitting somehow that the heavens opened up to a torrential downpour as she walked to her car. She was an emotional wreck, so why not be a drowned rat on top of it?

Once she got in the car, she forced herself to start the engine and pull away rather than sit outside crying. She refused to give Patrick (or Robin, for that matter) the satisfaction of seeing how broken she was from inside the house. However, her mind soon began dwelling on the events that had occurred after they got back from their honeymoon and she could no longer keep the tears at bay.

Sabrina was reaching for a napkin in the center compartment to dry her eyes when she began hydroplaning. As her car skidded toward oncoming traffic in the opposite lane, she fervently gripped the wheel and swerved, praying to God she could avoid a head-on collision.

"You should go after her, Patrick."

Patrick looked up and saw Robin standing there with a tear-stained face full of pain and resolution.

"What?"

"I said that you should go after her."

"Why?"

"Because I know she is the one you really want to be with."

"Robin…" Patrick said as he shook his head. How could she know something he didn't even know?

"Patrick, I know you told her you didn't know what you wanted; but, I think that you do know and are just afraid to admit it to yourself – and to me." She sat down next to him, took his hands in hers and continued, "Today confirmed for me what the wedding showed me. You are in love with Sabrina and want to be with her. If you didn't, Patrick, nothing would have stopped you from making love to me this past week and putting our family back together."

Patrick stared down at their clasped hands and then back up at her. "If someone would have told me that I wouldn't take you in my arms and never let you go after finding out you weren't really dead, I would have told them they were crazy. But, something has shifted inside of me, Robin, and, no matter how hard I try, I can't tuck away what I feel for Sabrina and pretend it doesn't exist."

Robin started to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of Patrick's phone going off. He figured it was probably the hospital calling to find out where he was since Sabrina's impromptu visit had put him behind schedule, so he just answered it without looking.

"I'm running a little late, but I'll be there soon," he said as he jumped up and started running around the house gathering his things.

"Patrick Drake?" an unknown voice replied.

Patrick halted and said curiously, "Yes, who is this?"

"Sir, this is Detective Nathan West with the PCPD. I'm here with AJ Quartermaine and he informed me that you recently married Sabrina Santiago. Is this true?"

"Yes, it's true. Sabrina Drake is my wife."

"Then, sir, I'm going to need you to get to the ER at Mercy Hospital as soon as possible. You're wife's been in a serious car accident and she is being transported there as we speak."

Patrick was so shocked by what the detective told him that the phone slipped out of his hand. He stood there, motionless, as his mind tried to process the news. "Hello, Dr. Drake? Are you there?" he heard coming out of the phone, but couldn't seem to move to bend down and pick it up.

Robin kneeled to pick up the phone and started talking to the detective as he sank to the nearest chair. This can't be happening, he thought. She had been here barely a half hour ago and was fine. Sabrina was fine. This had to be a mistake.

"PATRICK!"

When he didn't answer, Robin slapped him. Pulled out of his raging thoughts, he looked up at her and rubbed his cheek. "Ouch. You didn't have to do that."

"Apparently, I did," Robin said dryly. However, she had her serious doctor face on when she said, "Patrick, you have to get to the ER. Now. Get your things and I'll drive you."

Patrick could tell from Robin's face and tone that the detective must have told her exactly how serious the accident was, so he didn't fight her when she pulled him up out of the chair, grabbed his things and pushed him out the door in front of her.