"I'm Lulu Spencer, my fiancée was brought in," I nearly screamed at the nurse behind the reception desk. She tapped on the keyboard a few times before my aunt came running up behind me.

"Lulu, he's in here," she calls, grabbing my hand. Leading me down the hall, I can hear the faint sound of my heels clicking on the linoleum. The faces are a blur as until we come to the operating room at the end of the long corridor. Georgie is standing there, her pale face pressed against the glass. I don't even acknowledge her presence as Alan comes out into the hallway.

"Alan, what's wrong? Please, tell me," I cry, the tears streaming down my face at this point. Alan looks at me with the saddest expression I have ever seen, and instantly, I know that his news is bad. He takes my hand in his and silently leads me into the small room off to the side. Pulling the door shut, he helps me sit down and kneels until he is eye level.

"Lulu, Dillon was in a car accident. He was hit head-on by a drunk driver a few blocks from Georgie's house. He was taking her home when the man ran the red light. Dillon's car was stopped on a patch of ice, causing it to spin with more friction that normal. He has internal injuries and has slipped into a coma."

The rest of Alan's explanation is filled with medical terminology that I do not understand. Showing me a clipboard, he tries to explain the numbers and charts to me, but I can't comprehend what is telling me. I need him to boil it down for me, to tell me what he's not telling me. "Alan, is he going to die?"

"I hate to say it like this because I know it's the cliché, but the next 24 to 48 hours really are the most crucial. We're going to keep him under close observation for the next day, and then we'll make a decision what to do tomorrow."

I nod slowly. "Does Tracey know?"

"I just called her, she's on her way. She asked me to not do anything until she could talk to you," Alan replied. "He's stable for now, and we're going to move him into a private room in Intensive Care. I'll come out and get you when he can get visitors. You can stay in this room so that you don't have to be on your feet. Try to get some rest until I get you. I know that your body is going through a lot right now, but you need to try to stay as calm as possible for the baby."

"Thanks, Alan," I reply as someone softly taps on the door. Alan smiles at me as reassuringly as he can before scooting past my visitor. Elizabeth is at the door, dressed in her standard green scrubs. "Hi, Liz."

"Sweetie, I am so sorry," she tells me as she sits down next to me. I allow my sister-in-law to wrap her arms around me and draw me into the warmth of her maternal body. "I was in the E.R. when they brought him in. He's going to be fine, Lulu. I can feel it. Patrick is working on him, and he's the best surgeon GH has. And I'm in there, and you know that I'm not about to let him go anywhere. He's not getting off that easily."

I laugh softly. "Thanks," I manage through the tears. "I'm so scared. This entire time, we've been so worried about the baby. Dillon has been focused on keeping me healthy. I never even thought about having to worry about him. I just got him, Elizabeth, I can't lose him now."

"You just keep focusing on the good. Think about your wedding day and the day you will bring this beautiful baby into the world. Don't let the darkness come in, only the light. I have to go check on Dillon, I'm going to go with them when they settle him into the room. Just keep praying and know that I am with you."

I thank her before she strides out of the room, her mind already lost in the mission of doing her job. As the door is about to swing shut, a redhead comes ambling into the room. She doesn't say anything, she only reaches out and gathers me in her arms. Uncharacteristically silent, I'm waiting for her to start barking orders at the nurses and orderlies that litter the hallway outside Dillon's room. Pulling back slightly, I'm shocked by her sudden burst of emotion.

"I got here as soon as I could," Tracey says finally, beginning to pace the sterile waiting room. I watch her take step after step, staring down at her navy heels each time they strike the white tile. "Alan filled me in on everything."

I know that she is scared, I can hear the fear in each and every syllable. "It makes no sense but I'm angry at Dillon. If he hadn't been taking Georgie home, this wouldn't have happened. If he had just come home, none of this would be happening."

Tracey glanced at me, nodding knowingly. "I feel the same way, even though I know it's wrong. We should be angry at the driver."

"Trust me, I think that will come along in a few moments. Right now, I'm still in shock. I just want to see him. I want to hold his hand."

"Alan is doing everything he can to make that happen," Tracey reassures me. I thought she would argue with me, insisting to go in first, but she doesn't. Instead, she just focuses on a plan of attack for dealing with Dillon's recovery.

Finally, fifteen minutes later, Alan comes back into the room. "One of you can come in and see him. Visitors are limited to ten minute each, and he can only have one at a time. I want to keep it limited to immediate family only."

Tracey looks at her brother. "Thank you, Alan. I have one request, on behalf of Lulu and myself. I know that legally, Georgie is still married to Dillon. However, I don't want her to be allowed in the room. They are going through a divorce, and he's going to marry Lulu. I don't want her presence hampering Dillon's recovery or causing any undue stress on Lulu or the baby."

"I'll see what I can do," he nods before leading me out of the room. Looking over my shoulder, I mouth a silent thank you to Tracey before following him down the empty hallway. He swipes his card through the security keypad and we're soon outside his room. Georgie is sitting in one of the chairs in the hallway, her face hidden between her hands in her lap. As a volunteer at the hospital, she has access to the codes.

"What are you doing here?" I demand, stopping short of Dillon's door to stare down his ex.

"I have every right to be here. I am his wife."

Alan steps between us. "Georgie, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

"I am his immediate family," she argues.

"I don't care. I know the status of the relationship, and I have to power to prevent you from seeing him. I'm only allowing immediate family, which is Lulu, Ned, Tracey and Luke. I don't want to see you near his room again. The family has requested that you be kept away, and I have to agree with them."

"But…" she starts to disagree.

Alan shook his head firmly. "No, I don't want to hear. I am chief of staff, and what I say, goes. I don't care if you are working, you are not to be in this ward until I give you permission. I will keep you updated on his progression as the family sees fit," he tells her before turning to me. "Lulu, go in. Dillon is waiting for you."

I don't even say anything to Georgie as I walk slowly into Dillon's room. Alan pulls a padded chair next to his bed before leaving us alone. With tubes attached all over his body, he looks more like a bionic robot than the man I fell in love with. The monitor beeps its constant strain, the only thing that reassures me that he is alive. Cuts and bruises are apparent across his face and arms with dry blood caked on more than one of his wounds. Timidly, I reach for his hand. Leaning my head onto his chest, I listen to the familiar sound of his heartbeat.

"Dillon, I'd like to think that you can hear me," I begin. "I hope you can because I have a lot on my mind, and I'm going to sit here and tell you everything. I was so mad at you before I came in here, but seeing you, none of it matters anymore. Your mom is here, I wish you could have seen it. She was actually nice to me."

"You have to come back to me because I don't think I can handle her being nice to me for too long," I continue. "Do you hear me? You have to come back because we are about to start our lives together. I'm not going to let you go without a fight. I'm not going to give up, you can't either."