Jack felt his heart fall from his chest. He couldn't think, his brain just fired signals for him to move and move fast.

"Oh God. Rose! Rose, sweetie?" He fell to her side and pulled his phone from his back pocket at the same time. "Come on Rose. Wake up!" As he pressed to fingers to her neck he dialed 911.

"Nine one one. What is your emergency?"

"My girlfriend just took a whole bunch of pills and she's unconscious. She has a pulse, but it's very faint and weak. She's barely breathing." Jack rattled off the address as the 911 operator attempted to keep him calm. "Just hurry," he ordered before hanging up.

Knowing he couldn't waste any time, Jack quickly ran to unlock the door for the paramedics before returning to Rose's side. He wracked his brain, trying to recall the CPR he had learned when he worked as a lifeguard during his teenage years. Laying Rose flat on the bathroom floor, tilted her head back, and said a prayer for her to live.

Though it had been years since he performed CPR, it came to Jack as naturally as breathing. He had never had to perform on a live person, only dummies. The idea of actually having to do it terrified him, but he counted his blessings that he actually knew it.

The next thing he realized the paramedics were there. Though Jack didn't want to let go of Rose's hand, he stepped aside and let them do their work. He was too afraid to cry. As they strapped an oxygen mask to Rose's face, Jack's fear escalated.

"What did she take," asked one of the paramedics. Jack remembered seeing the pill bottles on the floor and grabbed them. He saw the names of them, but simply handed them to the paramedic. "Do you know how much she took?"

Jack shook his head. "She's had them since last week, and there was maybe two weeks worth in each." The paramedic simply nodded and slipped the bottles into his pocket. Jack watched as they strapped Rose to the gurney and wheeled her out.

Jack didn't feel the cold as he followed them to the ambulance. He had neglected to grab his coat, but it didn't even register in his brain. The only thing he could think about was that Rose could die at any moment. He didn't even realize they were driving until they arrived at the ER entrance.

Everyone and everything moved faster than lightning, and Rose was rolled into the triage area. Jack followed her, but Brandy appeared in front of him and held him back.

"Jack, I know you wanna go in there. But you've got to stay out here and let us do our work."

"She needs me." Jack attempted to step around him, but she blocked his way.

"Rose needs you to allow us to do our job." There was something about the look in his eyes that told her he wasn't taking no for an answer. "Fine. You stand outside the door. I don't want to, but I will call security if I have to Jack," she threatened.

Jack nodded, signaling he understood. He stood there and watched as they began to process of saving Rose's life. He heard medical terms being tossed out like "activated charcoal," and "BPs dropping." Jack heard something about Rose going into V-fib and saw Brandy hand a doctor the defibrillator.

"Charge to one fifty! Clear!" Jack felt his head start spinning as they placed the paddles to Rose's chest and shocked her. Her body jolted, but nothing changed. "Charge to two hundred! Clear!"

...

Rose's eyes snapped open. It seemed as though she could hear the commotion of a life being saved in the ER, but it was far away. Sitting up on bed, she looked around. She was in a hospital bed, her robe still tied around her waist from when she got out of the shower. There was nothing else in the room. The door was closed, and a faint light seemed to be glowing from behind it.

Where am I? Rose stood up and slowly made her way to the door and opened it. She found the glow was caused by the bright sun shining in through a window. A lullaby was playing in the room she was in, but there was nothing else there.

"Rose," a voice whispered. She whipped around and was shocked by who had said her name.

"Daddy?" What is he doing here? "What's happening? Am I dead?"

Rose's father chuckled as warmly and as deeply as she remembered it. "No Rose. At least not yet. You're somewhere in between."

"I don't understand. Between what?" Rose's father walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Between the living and the dead you could say. I know, it sounds like a cliché, but that's basically where you are." Rose reached up and felt her father's hand. It was warm and calloused. The rough skin comforted her in the oddest way.

"Why am I here?" Her father smiled before touching his hand to her face.

"Because you've been given a second chance. It's not something many people get Rose. The Powers That Be decided you get one."

"Why?"

"Because you wanted to see you son one time. You wanted to hold him and tell him you love him. You didn't want death." Her father nodded his head, indicating for her to look behind her.

Where there had been nothing, a crib now stood. Rose gasped and placed her hand to her chest. Quickly she walked to the crib and peered inside. She felt a tear fall from her cheek. Bundled up in a blanket with a hat on his head, lay her son. He was extremely tiny, as tiny as he would have been if he had been born instead of dieing on New Year's

"Is that...is he?" Rose didn't know what to say. Her father walked up beside her and reached in to pick him up and handed him to Rose.

"He's fine," he assured her. Rose took her son in her arms, smiling.

"Hey baby. I've missed you so much. I love you more than you could possibly know." She gently rocked him, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep.

"Rose. You only have a minute or so left before you have to leave." She looked at her father, confusion in her eyes. "You can go back to your life with Jack, or you can stay here with your son."

"What? How am I supposed to choose?" She looked back to her infant son, who hadn't so much as flinched. "I want to watch him grow up."

"You will Rose. He's in a permanent stage of sleep until both you and Jack are reunited with him. He will not grow, he will not age. Even if you stayed now, it would be decades before Jack joined the two of you, and he will not awaken until the three of you are together."

Rose placed her lips to her son's cheek and kissed it lightly. "Will you be here with him," she asked her father.

"I will Rose, I promise. Nothing is going to hurt him here. You have to go now Rose." Feeling relief and a wave of sadness at the same time, she stepped forward and handed her son back his grandfather. He took the baby quickly and ushered Rose back to the door which she had come in through.

"Will I remember any of this daddy?" He shook his head.

"No. But you'll sense closure when you wake up. Go. Now," he urged.

Pausing just on the other side, Rose turned and placed her fingers to her lips. She blew them both a kiss. Before she could say anything else, the door closed quietly and the light on the other side faded away.

Turning on her heel, she returned to the bed. Smiling to herself, she laid down and closed her eyes.

...

"Got a sinus rhythm," Brandy yelled. She took the paddles from the doctor and placed them back on the crash cart. She turned to grab something and caught Jack's eye. She nodded, indicating Rose was alive.

"She's back," the doctor said. "Get the charcoal in her. She's one of the best doctors here. I'll be damned if we're gonna lose her."