"Sam…" he started to say but she interrupted him.

"You know I've heard people in this town talk about you. Some of them say that you're a cold blooded killer, a robot without emotions. But I always thought I knew better, I understood that those people didn't know you. The people who know you, Carly, Michael, Spinelli, even Maxie, they don't say those things about you. They say that you are loyal, and protective, and that you never break promises to the people you care about. I just thought that I was one of those people, someone you cared about. Guess the jokes on me."

"NO…"

"You promised not to let go! But you did, and you did it when I need you the most. I never really knew until the moment I woke up how bad it could hurt to lose something that you never really had." She finished and turned her back to him, looking back out at the city lights.

"You think that I don't care about you?" Jason asked in shock.

"What am I supposed to think?" she asked without turning around.

"You are supposed to know that you mean everything to me." Jason voiced got louder with each word.

Sam laughed dryly. "If I meant anything to you, you would have been there when I need you."

"I COULDN"T FUCKING BREATH!" he screamed but Sam was very careful not to flinch at his words.

He couldn't stand there and listen to her say these things, act like what they shared wasn't real. He started taking deep breaths trying to calm down, trying to control the emotions that were currently raging inside him.

"When I woke up from that coma the doctors said that I didn't feel things like a normal person. I don't feel fear. That's why I am good at what I do. I don't know how to imagine things so I'm forced to live my life in the moment. I don't know how to look back and wish I could change something. I don't do 'what-if'. But the moment that I heard those gun shots, and I saw you on the ground, it was the only thing I could do." Jason was now standing directly behind her. The top of her head less than an inch from his chin it took every ounce of strength he had not to wrap his arms around her.

"I knew that it was my fault, and I wished more than anything that I was able to change it, to take back that moment. I still do. And for the first time in my life I felt that fear and I couldn't control it. It paralyzed me and I hated it. I NEVER wanted to feel that way again." He took a deep breath and placed his hands on her shoulders turning her to face him.

"I tried to convince myself that if I loved you then I should walk away and give you the chance at a normal, safe life. That walking away was the noble thing to do. But the truth is I'm scared." He admitted.

She was crying, tears streaming non-stop down her cheeks. She didn't want to hear these things. It just made it harder, it was easier to be mad at him then it was to be hurt by him.

"So you get scared and you just walk away?" she asked as she wiped away the treacherous tears that she couldn't seem to stop from falling.

"Do you remember what you told me the night we got back together?" he asked.

Sam knew what he was referring to so she simply nodded her head and kept her eyes focused on the ground.

"You told me that sometimes we say good-bye to the person we love without wanting to. But that doesn't mean that we stopped caring or that we stop loving them." He reminded her.

She finally looked into his eyes and she saw his hurt mirrored hers.

"I didn't really get it at the time, Sam. I didn't really understand what you meant, but I do now. Sometimes saying good-bye is a painful way to say I love you."

"So you're scared. Where does that leave us?" she asked.

"Sam, you make me feel things that I don't understand because I have never felt them before. And yes, it scares me, but I'm trying to figure it out." He explained.

"We can't seem to get this right, one of us is always walking away. We let out fears dictate our actions, and I'm starting to think that maybe we just aren't right for each other" She conceded and tried to walk past him. The pain in her chest was starting to become unbearable and it was making her lightheaded. She wasn't feeling up to having this conversation right now, she just wanted to go back to her room. She made it back to the door that led to the stairwell before she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist. She felt his breath against her ear and heard him whisper.

"Don't tell me we aren't right for each other. Cause the way I see it, we aren't made for anyone else" he said with more sincerity than Sam had ever heard. "I love you Sam, and I am sorry that I wasn't here when you opened those beautiful eyes. But I'm here now and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Please…don't walk away from us."

Sam dropped her had from the door knob and placed her forehead against the door. She took a deep breath and turned around giving Jason a small smile.

"I don't think I know how." She replied with a shrug.

"Well that's a start." He smiled back and noticed her wince in pain.

"Come on, you need to get back into bed." He reached out and pulled her into his side and for the first time felt how cold she was.

"Jesus, Sam you're freezing." He said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her tiny body.

"Hmmm. This is actually the first time since I woke up that I've felt warm." She said looking up at him.

He had helped her down the first flight of stairs before he heard her cry out in pain. Jason quickly lifted her into his arms. Sam snuggled closer to his chest resting her head in the crook of neck. Jason knew they still had a lot of things to discuss but he also knew that as long as they were both willing to fight for each other everything would be okay.

"You know just because you said all that stuff up there doesn't mean that you're not in big trouble with me Morgan." Sam said.

"And don't think just because I am grateful that you're giving me a chance to show you what you mean to me, I am not really pissed that you risked your life tonight by getting out of bed and climbing all the way up to the roof Mcall." He countered.

"I just wanted to see the stars." She explained.

"I know." He told her needing her to know that he understood.