A/N – Thank you for your reviews! I'm glad that you guys liked the last chapter; this one's shorter, but not by much. Thanks again to Jenn. Please review!

            "Shouldn't she be back by now?" Ephram asked Bright, looking at the clock on the wall.

            They had been waiting for at least twenty minutes, and the two boys were getting worried. Ephram was pacing around the waiting room and Bright was standing near the hallway that his sister had gone down. They hadn't seen Dr. Brown since then either, and hoped that he was taking care of things.

            "Maybe one of us should go find her," Bright said, looking down the empty hallway.

            "Yeah, but let's wait another minute or two, we don't want to seem too over-protective." Ephram replied, and Bright nodded in agreement.

            The two of them sat back down on the uncomfortable hospital chairs. They had given up their game of Monopoly a long time ago, both too preoccupied about Amy. It was the one thing that they had in common. Their caring about Amy was the only thing right now that united them.

            It always seemed as if they were fighting, and it had possibly been the longest time that they hadn't argued or insulted each other. Quite frankly, they were both proud of themselves for it, although they would never admit it.

            "Okay," Ephram sighed, getting up, "I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna go try to find her."

            "Alright, man. I'll stay here in case she comes back." Bright replied.

            Ephram headed down the hallway, deep in thought. He wondered whether Amy knew about Colin yet, whether that's where his Dad had been. If she did, she would need someone to comfort her. Ephram knew Amy, and he knew that she was strong. But lately, everything seemed to have come tumbling down on her and she was more fragile than usual.

            Who wouldn't be though? Her life was a mini-soap-opera! The stress of it all was bound to get to her at some point. She didn't deserve any of it, though.

            Ephram stopped as he tried to remember which room Colin was in. As he couldn't remember, he decided to ask at the nurses' station.

            The petite blonde at the station recognized him as Dr. Brown's son and told him that Colin was in room 225.

            He had been heading in the opposite direction so he made his way towards that room. As he came closer to it, he saw a figure sitting outside the room, hunched over. As he got nearer, he realized that it was Amy, and that she was sobbing uncontrollably.

            Ephram started running towards her, and once he got to her he knelt down beside her and took her in his arms. She kept crying and he could feel her body shake as she did so.

            "Shhhhhh," he soothed, stroking her hair, "Come on now, it's going to be okay."

            Amy didn't respond, so Ephram started to sway her back and forth, trying to get her to calm down. If she continued like this, she might hyper-venelate.

            "Ephram, he might die," she mangaged to choke out in between her sobs.

            So, my father has told her, Ephram thought.

            "Yes, you're right," he replied, still stroking her hair and swaying her back and forth, "But there's also a good chance that he will come through this. We all need to stay positive!"

            Amy stopped crying for a moment, pulled away from Ephram's embrace and took a deep breath in.

            "You're right, Ephram," she replied, sniffing, "It's just so hard."

            Seeing Amy like this broke Ephram's heart and his response was as soft and gentle as possible.

            "I know, I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you. But you have to stay strong, for Colin. And we're all here to support not only Colin, but you too!" Ephram's words made Amy smile, and she hugged him.

            "You know I'm always here, okay? Always come talk to me, I want you to be happy." Ephram whispered in her ear as she hugged him.

            As she pulled back, Ephram noticed that her eyes were glistening not only with tears but also with hope.

             Amy gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

            "Thanks Ephram," she replied softly.

            Ephram could hardly think straight; Amy Abbott had just kissed him! Even if it was on the cheek, a kiss is a kiss. Definitely an improvement…perhaps a relationship wasn't impossible after all.

             "Come on," he said, pulling her down the hallway, "Bright's in the waiting room, and he's really worried."

            "Alright," Amy replied.

            Ephram put his arm around her waist and together they made their way to the waiting room.