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Author's note: Hey, sorry about the chapter seven thing…genius me loaded the wrong document.

Arianne was in trauma one with a six-year-old boy, who was stable, but waiting for a surgical consult for his double fractured leg. He fell off his skateboard and his father took him to the ER.

"Dr. Arianne?" the child asked

"Yes, Kenny?"

"Will it hurt when the other doctor comes?"

"No, it won't hurt at all. They are just going to look at it, just like I did and Nurse Abby did. I promise."

"You're a really nice doctor."

"Well, you're a very nice kiddo to be around."

"Carter!" Abby yelled in to the trauma room "There is a MVA here and they need this room!"

"Kiddo, we need to get outta Dodge!" Arianne said as she took the gurney into the hallway so Kenny could stay in exam three

Just as they were leaving Arianne heard Kerry Weaver asking the paramedics the victim's name.

"His driver's license said 'Shane Ross'"

Arianne's face went pale and shivers raced up and down her spine. Without even thinking she ran in to the trauma room. Kenny was left puzzled, laying on his gurney. She nearly threw up when she saw Shane's face, mangled with glass, steel, and blood. She put her hands to cover her mouth and her breathing became heavy and short.

"Carter! Get out of here!" Kerry yelled

"No! What's he had so far?"

"Demerol, 4 units O neg, and 1 liter of saline."

"I lost a pulse!"

"Get the deliberator!" cried Arianne, giving CPR "Charge to 200!"

"Clear."

"No change."

"350!"

"Clear."

"Still not responding"

"450!"

"Clear."

"Again!"

"No response"

"Crack his chest!"

Arianne did so, and when she got to his heart, she started cardiac massage. She held her lovers heart, trying to make it work again. It needed to work; it had to work. Arianne worked the muscle for a good half hour with little success.

"The internal paddles, Abby! Get them!"

"Arianne, he's gone. I'm sorry, baby, but he's gone with your momma." Abby said

"No! No! No! No! No!" she yelled, "He's still here! We can still save him!"

"I'm sorry, but you have to let go. You should call it."

"Never! It's not over."

"Time of death, 20:09" Kerry interjected

"NO!" Arianne screamed at the top of her lungs

Suddenly she felt someone's arms wrapped around her, comforting her.

"Arianne, wake up! Please, wake up!" Shane's concerned voice said

Arianne's eyes flew open and she found herself sting straight up in bed, sweat and tears all over her face. Shane was here, holding her, comforting her.

"Shane, you, you died, and there was nothing I could do."

"Beautiful, I'm right here. I'm fine; you just had a bad dream. I heard you screaming from the couch so I came back here."

"It was so real though." she said, collapsing into Shane's lap, for he was sitting on her bed now.

"Shhhh…" he murmured, "It's all OK."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Will you stay with me?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll just go and get the blanket, and I'll sleep next to your bed. I'll be right back."

Arianne put her head on her pale peach silk pillowcase, and tried to calm down. She wiped her hair from her face, and took a few deep breaths. Pulling the covers around her, Arianne thought of her mother, and wondered if that was the way she went. Shane came back after she had re-situated herself.

"Shane?"

"Yeah?" he said, lying down next to the cherry wood four-poster canopy bed

" Hold my hand please." She said, rolling on her side, letting her hand go down to his level

"Of course I will." Shane said, taking her rather fine hand into his big and strong one

Arianne drifted off to sleep, slowly but surely. The two sounds that lulled her down to that delightful state of tranquility was Shane's even breathing, and the wonderful lullaby that her mother always sang to her every night.