The room suddenly felt as though it was spinning as Scarlett tried to comprehend what Johnny had just said. There was no way she could be pregnant. No way.

"What? You're kidding!" But seeing the look on Johnny's face only proved that he wasn't. "I haven't had symptoms and we used protection..."

If possible, Johnny only seemed to get more awkward.

"That's what I said too - "

"He also nearly fainted." Brackett interrupted with what could only be described as a shit eating grin. At least he seemed to be enjoying this conversation.

"I did not almost faint!" Johnny quickly denied although Brackett continued to look smug. "Anyway, there, uh, was that one time...And, er, condoms can.. Uh.. Break..."

This was quite obviously an extremely awkward conversation for him and she felt bad for him, but she still couldn't seem to a wrap her head around what was going on. However she'd continue this conversation with him later in private. There were other matters to take care of right now.

"Anyway..." Scarlett looked from Johnny to Brackett. "What happened to me?"

If Johnny could possibly get any more awkward he did in that moment and it was obvious he didn't exactly want to be the one to tell her. She saw him glance over at Brackett, as if to say "help me please", but he simply nodded.

"Weelll... " He started and Scarlett noticed he wasn't meeting her eyes."You, uh, well, you died."

Scarlett found herself raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean I died?"

"Well, that's exactly what I mean. You died." Johnny still wasn't meeting her eyes. "You lost consciousness with me..."

He paused and Scarlett wasn't sure if he was going to finish. She was about to say something but he started speaking again.

"You.. You literally died in my arms. You went into full arrest, you weren't breathing, your heart stopped. Thankfully I'd already called a squad as soon as you went unconscious." He paused again, his voice seemed shaky. "I literally breathed for you until they came and took over. You weren't responding to the medications at first either, and God, Scarlett..."

Scarlett was frozen. This was way too much information to take in all at once. She had been dead? She'd died in his arms?

What?

More importantly, was Johnny going to cry? The way his voice broke just now had sounded pretty ominous. Scarlett swallowed hard. She didn't think she could deal with it if he cried. He never cried.

Thankfully he seemed to recover.

"They had to shock you 4 times to get you back and they wanted to give up but I just couldn't... So they kept trying and finally your heart restarted. You were in a coma for several days." Johnny finally met her eyes. "We didn't know if you'd survive, you'd been down so long, but I had hope. I came to see you every day, ya know."

There was that small grin of his again and Scarlett felt herself wanting to cry. Pushing the urge aside for the time being, she found her voice again.

"What was wrong with me? Why did that happen?"

This time Brackett replied.

"You had what's called sepsis. It's where an infection gets into the bloodstream and essentially poisons it. I suspect you acquired it from having the flu."

This made her tense. That damn flu. Speaking of...

"You're sick," Scarlett directed towards Johnny who suddenly stiffened as well. "That's why you look so worn out. Well, besides the stress of course. You probably caught the flu from me."

"I am no - " Johnny began his denial but Brackett quickly jumped in.

"Yes, I know. I've been keeping an eye on him." He met Johnny's undignified look. "I knew there wasn't much point trying to force you into a room of your own, so I've been watching it from a distance. You should really be looked at now, however."

"Aww, Doc, I'm fine. I'd get checked out if I felt I needed to but I don't."

Brackett seemingly didn't like his reply, if the way his lip twitched and the look he was giving Johnny was any indication.

"I just think you should be looked at. After what happened with Scarlett, although while a rare complication of the flu, you have to consider your lack of spleen. You already have a tendency towards developing pneumonia."

Scarlett could tell by Johnny's face that he was less than impressed with the doctor's badgering, in fact she didn't know the last time she saw him look so annoyed. She tried to stifle a giggle and failed.

"I promise I'll be checked out if I start having symptoms of pneumonia, all right? Which, by the way, I do not have."

Scarlett watched as Brackett fixed him with a glare. Clearly he was used to dealing with Johnny as a stubborn patient.

"If you start to feel ANY worse you will come to me and be checked out. You understand?"

"Yes, Doc." Came his groaning reply and Scarlett wondered if he'd be annoyed with her for tattling on him. Hopefully not.

As Brackett excused himself with the promise of returning later to check on both of them, Johnny fixed Scarlett with one of his glares. She swore his glares had become almost as infamous as his crooked grin.