A/N: Just wanted to let you know that I'm changing the title to 'A New Awakening.' I need ideas for titles because I'm horrible at them. Anyway, read and review...:o)h

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"Mom, it's--" he chooked on his words. "It's me. Do you think you could call Jamie's father?"

"Honey, what's wrong? Where are you? Is Jamie all right?" his mother asked quickly. Phone conversations usually started or ended with something about Jamie's well-being.

"She's," he swallowed hard. "She's in the emergency room. I think that the Reverend should be here. I just--I just didn't know how to tell him."

"Oh, Landon," she paused, and Landon thought that she might be crying. "I'll call him right away."

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think that--um, could you come here too?" he asked. He wasn't sure why he'd asked her. He knew very well that as soon as she called the Reverend Sullivan that she'd be on her way to the hospital.

"Of course I will! I'll be there within fifteen minutes at least," she reassured her son.

"Thanks. But, I gotta get off, I have to make sure Jamie's--" he couldn't finish. He didn't want to anyway. After hanging up with his mother he ran to where the doctors were examining Jamie.

"Sir?" someone questioned, blocking him from entering the room. "Sir, you can't go in there!" Landon tried to look past the man into the room. He could see them hunched around Jamie's seemingly lifeless body.

"Landon?" Jamie whispered from in the room. Landon brushed pass the man with the urge to push him into the doorframe. Instead, he supressed his anger and knelt beside Jamie, taking her hand.

"Baby, I'm here," he told her. (And can I just say this...I don't want Landon to be OOC, but I HATED it when he called her 'baby' in the movie. Okay, moving on...no more rants like this I promise.)

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pouting her mouth. Before Landon could say anything his mother and Reverend Sullivan rushed into the room. Landon looked confused.

"Mom, I only talked to you like five minutes ago," he said. She bit her lip.

"I know, but instead of calling Reverend Sullivan I just went over to the house and picked him up. We came as fast as we could," she explained.

"Ms. Carter, Mr. Carter, Rev. Sullivan, we understand that you want nothing more than to be with Mrs. Carter right now, but we need to run some more tests. We're going to move her to a private room and in two hours you'll be more than welcome to talk to her. In the meantime I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside," a young male doctor said.

"I love you, Jamie," Landon said sadly, reluctant to let go of his wife's hand.

Landon's mom put an arm around her son and led him out of the room, followed by the Reverend.

A couple hours later Landon was sitting next to Jamie again, holding her hand. She was awake, and though unable to get out of bed she was able to talk a little. The Reverend had run home to cancel his bible study for the day at the church and came in holding his Bible wearing a grave expression.

As much as Landon didn't want to let go of Jamie's hand again, he stood up to let her father be with her.

"Thank you, Son," Rev. Sullivan said, looking at Landon with sincere appreciation.

"Hi, Daddy," Jamie whispered.

"Jamie, have you prayed this morning?" Rev. Sullivan asked as an urge to cry strangled his throat. But he must be strong for his little girl.

"Yes," she smiled. Then she looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said again.

"Oh, sweetheart, there's no reason to be sorry for anything," Landon's mother said. Rev. Sullivan backed up from the bed so that Landon could take Jamie's hand.

"Jamie, I love you. We all love you so much and you've done nothing wrong," Landon whispered.

"I'm sorry," was all she said. She opened her eyes and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I should have told you sooner, Landon. I knew all night that something was coming. But I wanted to believe I was all right."

"The doctors are running tests, we should know if you--" Landon paused unsure of how to finish. "I'm just glad that you're still--"

"Alive?" Jamie whispered. And then she apologized again. She looked at the three somber faces in the room and bit her lip. She wondered how one girl could cause so much pain to these wonderful faces. As she was dwelling on the thought, a doctor entered holding a clipboard.

"Good afternoon," he said with a smile. "Mrs. Carter, I hope you're feeling a little better." Landon was tempted to shoot him a nasty glare, but Jamie squeezed his hand. She could almost always predict his anger.

"Do you know anything new, Dr. Hansen?" Rev. Sullivan asked.

"The test results are back from the lab," the doctor revealed. "To be honest, we knew when Mrs. Carter was brought in why she'd been found unconcious. We ran the tests for a different reason."

"But, why didn't you tell us?" Landon asked, his anger rising again. Jamie placed her hand on her husband's back.

"Because I didn't want to raise your hopes for no reason," the doctor replied. "But, before I get to the results, I want to first explain why Mrs. Carter passed out. With Leukemia patients, it's not uncommon to develop a great deal of fatigue. In my opinion, something as energy draining as a wedding and adjusting to a new home probably brought on more fatigue than someone as small as Mrs. Carter was able to handle."

Landon looked ashamed. He took what the doctor was saying to mean that if he and Jamie had gotten married, if they hadn't moved into the apartment, that Jamie might live longer. Landon had stolen part of Jamie's life from her.

"But, I am married, Dr. Hansen. So what can Landon and I do to prevent further episodes?" Jamie asked, moving her hand up and down Landon's spine. Landon wanted to kiss her then. She always knew how to make him feel better about himself.

"That's where your test results come in, Mrs. Carter. I'm not sure if you or your family are aware of this but there was recently a bone marrow drive in almost every major city in the country in wake of a new summer program in which the government is trying to educate Americans about cancer," he paused and smiled. "Jamie, we found a match for you."