Patrick remembered everything. Every single horrifying moment since Helena shot him in the chest. The shock. The anger. The pain. The fear. It all melded together as he sank to the floor cradled in Sabrina's arms as Robin was, once again, kidnapped by maniacs – this time using his daughter as leverage. When he saw Emma, frightened out of her wits, in Victor's arms, he lost it. A rage he never knew he possessed exploded to the surface and he lunged to save his daughter without any rational thought whatsoever. Had he paused to consider the situation, Patrick would have realized that Helena was unpredictable at best and maniacal at worst and he would have handled things differently; but, he hadn't. And now, because of his impulsiveness, the people he cared about were going through agony.

As the blinding pain from the gunshot wound enveloped him, Patrick fought to stay awake while Robin and Sabrina tried to save his life. His vision got blurry as he switched his focus from Sabrina, who was crying and begging him to stay with her as she tried to stop the bleeding; to Robin, who commanded him (as usual) to listen to what she was telling him; and, finally, to Emma, scared but fighting like a hellcat against Victor's hold. Patrick wanted to tell them all that he loved them, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He began to slip from consciousness as Robin agreed to leave with them and chose Sabrina to be the one to get Emma. When Sabrina began freaking out over leaving him, Patrick was glad when Felix said the things he didn't have the energy to say. Emma was what mattered, not him; and, if there was a choice between his life or hers, it would always be hers. Patrick lost the battle to stay awake sometime on the chopper. He didn't know when.

Patrick remembered hearing voices encouraging him to hang on and telling him to be strong, but he didn't know how much time had passed between being shot and ending up here, on this bed, in a drug-induced haze. Based on the fact that every breath he took was like fire, he knew he wasn't dead; but, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to escape the fog. Patrick felt Sabrina's presence with him in the room and her hand touching his gave him comfort and encouragement to fight. He'd just managed to break free when he heard her confess everything he'd wanted to hear for so long – that she loved him and wanted to be with him. Since jumping for joy was out of the question, Patrick, who was still a little afraid he was dreaming, shifted his hand to get her attention. When she looked up and into his eyes, he knew that everything Sabrina had confessed was true and real and he said the first thing that came to his mind. "It's about damn time."

At his comment, Sabrina, who'd been crying, laughed as she sniffled. Then, she said sweetly, "Welcome back." After, she told him he was in the hospital and asked if he remembered what happened.

Patrick, still weak, nodded. Then, "Emma?"

"She's fine. She is with Mac and Felicia. I got her safely back to the house with me and then we came here. She visited with you briefly, but afterward Mac took her home with him to get some rest."

"Robin?"

"She's gone. She didn't want to go, but they made her get on the chopper before they would give me Emma. As soon as I got back to the house with her, Jason called Sonny and hightailed it out of there in pursuit. Anna is also looking for her. They'll bring her back, Patrick."

"I know." Then he added, "Jason owes her."

At that, Sabrina nodded. "You had me scared, you know. That was really a dumb thing to do."

Patrick shrugged, unable and unwilling to argue. "Don't ever do anything like that again," Sabrina added in a bossy voice. "Or, Helena will be the least of your problems."

Patrick chuckled. "Don't… plan… on… it," he rasped out.

"Good – because losing you like we lost Gabriel would break me, Patrick," Sabrina said honestly. Then, she stood and brushed his hair from his forehead. "I couldn't survive it."

When she went to sit back down, Patrick motioned for her to stop and come closer. When she leaned down, he whispered. "Neither could I. I love you."

Sabrina kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you, too." She lingered there for a moment and then raised back up. "I'd better let them know you're awake before I get in trouble. I'll be right back, okay?"

Patrick smiled and Sabrina turned to exit. Before she did so, however, she blew him a kiss. As he waited for her to return, Patrick vowed that now that she'd finally given in, there was no way he'd let her go again. Ever.