Tossing some cash at the cab driver, Mike ran into the hospital, heading straight to the elevators but after waiting a few seconds, he decided it was taking too long and ran up the stairs instead.

"Mikey, you need to come home. Paige, she - she's in the hospital, she's asking you."

He wanted to check his phone to see if there were any updates since he'd gotten out of the cab, but he didn't want to waste precious seconds stopping to check his messages.

Please be okay, Paige. Please be okay.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. He had meetings scheduled. He was supposed to grab a drink after work with an agent he trained with at Quantico. But then Charlie called him and everything was a blur after that. He didn't even go home, didn't even change. He headed straight for the airport and got himself on the first flight to LA and if the flight had been full, he would've flashed his badge. He would've done whatever it took to get on that flight. But thankfully there was a seat available.

Approaching the landing for the eighth floor, he took a few seconds to get himself together before opening the door. Walking down the hall, he tried to catch his breath, wishing he had his hand gripper with him so he had somewhere to direct all his nervous energy. "Where's Paige? How is she?" Mike anxiously asked, the moment he spotted Johnny and Jakes in the waiting area.

"Good to see you too, Levi."

Mike stared at Jakes in disbelief. Seriously? Paige was in the hospital and Jakes of all people was bothered that he didn't start by saying hi. Mike clenched his jaw and was seriously considering letting some of his frustration out on Jakes' face for no other reason than he needed an outlet for it. Mike started to take a step towards Jakes when Johnny stopped him by placing his hand on his arm as he stood to greet him.

"Mikey, hey - Paige is sleeping, but you can see her," Johnny said. "She's in room 851."

Mike closed his eyes for a few seconds, reminding himself not to pick a fight. If he picked a fight, it would delay seeing Paige. She was what mattered. Not Jakes. "Have there been any updates?"

Johnny motioned towards Jakes, "You'll have to ask him."

Jakes sighed heavily, "No, no updates."

Mike nodded, trying to get his anxiety under control before going in to see Paige. No news was good news, right? Or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself of since there hadn't been any updates since Charlie first called him and that was hours ago. "Did she change her mind about seeing people?" Mike asked, wondering where Charlie and Briggs were.

"Briggs had a meeting he couldn't reschedule and Charlie made a coffee run."

Johnny squeezed his shoulder, "P's strong. Whatever this is, she'll get through it. Let her know, I - we're all here for her."

Mike took a deep breath, letting Johnny's words sink in. Johnny was right. Paige was one of the strongest people he knew. "I will. I'll check in with you guys later."

In his mind, Mike knew Paige was just being held for observation, but he still prepared himself for the worst as he headed towards her hospital room. Mike slowly opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that she wasn't hooked up to that many machines. He did a quick scan of her body, looking for some kind of indication of why she was here, but couldn't detect anything. Paige was asleep with her hair partially covering her face. A ghost of a smile filled his face as he watched her sleep for a few moments. She looked so peaceful, oblivious to whatever was going on. It was almost if she was just sleeping and he was trapped in a bad dream.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. His first time coming to visit wasn't supposed to be like this. Enough time had passed that he thought that maybe, just maybe she would want to see him again. He was working up his courage to ask if he could visit for a few days. See if she could take a day or two off from work and they could drive up the coast and disappear in some town where no one knew them. Get some distance from the house. Not have to play pretend. Maybe clear the air once and for all. See if they had anything worth salvaging.

But Paige asked him first. Under ordinary circumstances, he would've been thrilled that she caved first. But not like this.

Glancing around the room, he noticed the flowers scattered throughout the room. He should've brought her flowers or something. He could probably run down to the gift shop and make it back before she woke up, but seeing her was more important than trying to figure out what arrangement of flowers would make it all better when he didn't even know what was wrong.

Mike cautiously approached Paige and settled in the chair next to her bed, lightly brushing the hair out of her face. Paige stirred at his touch and as much as he hated to disturb her peaceful sleep, he wanted her to know he was here. "Hey," Mike murmured, reaching for her hand. He lightly brushed his thumb across the back of her hand as her eyes started to open.

Paige blinked a few times and stared at him for a few moments before her eyes filled with tears. "You're here."

Mike kissed her hand, "Of course I'm here." She was hurt and asked to see him. Where else would he be? "The question is, why are you here?" Mike gently asked, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Graceland was sacred to Paige. The agents that lived there were her family. Something serious must be wrong if she felt the need to keep this a secret. Even if it was only a day.

"I'm sorry," Paige whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so..."

Unaccustomed to seeing Paige this upset, he started to panic but forced himself to keep his voice calm, "You don't anything to apologize for." He had no clue why Paige was apologizing, but with each word she became more and more upset and it wasn't long before she was hysterically crying, gasping for air as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Paige sat up a little and he pulled her into his arms, trying to get her to calm down. Because it was only a matter of time before someone would wander in to sedate her. Mike kissed her forehead before hugging her tightly, "I'm right here. Whatever it is, we'll get through it." He kissed the top of her head, whispering soothing words in her ear as he gently rubbed her back while she trembled in his arms. His mind raced with scenario after scenario as he tried to figure out what happened as he held her.

After a while, Paige stilled in his arms, her breathing slowed down and she stopped crying. He ran his fingers through her hair, wondering if she had fallen asleep. He kissed the top of her head before pulling back slightly and Paige looked up at him, his heart breaking when he saw the look in her eyes. He wasn't used to seeing her look this fragile. This helpless. Broken.

He would do anything to take that look away. Promise anything. Do anything.

"I lied."

He tucked her hair behind her ear and brushed the tears from her face, "I thought I was the liar," Mike quietly said, trying to lighten the mood. There had been so many lies between them. Most of them his. They overcame most of them, but his last one was something she couldn't get past, and he knew it. "We both lied, it's okay."

"It's not okay. I lied, it's not okay," Paige whispered as she started crying again.

Mike cupped her face in his hand, gently stroking her jaw, patiently waiting for Paige to reveal what she lied about. Whatever it was couldn't be as bad as she thought it was. If she was sick, he'd see her through it. Do whatever it took to support her. "You can tell me anything. No matter what it is, I'm here for you."

Paige stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before speaking. "I - I'm sorry," Paige whispered with a shaky voice. "I'm sorry, Mike. I'm so sorry. Mike, our - our baby is gone."