Anthony stared at his love through the small hospital window. He was frozen to his seat, as he was of most of the night. Anthony felt like it was his fault. His fault that Dylan got shot. He felt horrible. He wanted yell, cry, kill. But all he could do was wait.

Soon, Anthony could feel his body leaning towards the arm rest. He feel asleep. Hoping that when he woke up and his angel would be there.

*****

Natalie opened her eyes. Sunlight! Shining in from the nearby window. Natalie noticed Alex leaning on her shoulder, drooling. Natalie nudged her friend, Alex sat up.

"Huh? What happened? Is Dylan alright?" Natalie shrugged as she stood up and stretched.

"I'm not sure. I just woke up myself. Charlie? Is..." The chair the was supposed to be occupied by Charlie, wasn't. He was gone.

"I have some news." The doctor came from around the corner.

"We can get the bullet out, but Dylan won't be alright. She's in a coma." Natalie was frozen to the floor.

"Of course, we have no idea when she will wake up, but we can surgically remove the bullet. Like we did to her husband." Natalie nodded, Alex too.

They noticed Anthony sitting by Dylan on the side of the bed, holding her lifeless hand.

They decided to go in too.

"How's she looking?" Anthony didn't look up at them, he just stared at Dylan.

"Um, the doctor said we can get the bullet out, but she's in..."

"A...a coma. I can tell." Natalie raised an eyebrow as she sat on a chair near the bed.

"What are you? A doctor or something." Alex asked. Anthony still didn't look up from Dylan.

"Yes." Natalie was equally surprised.

"We didn't know..."

"C...can we please drop it?" Anthony was not in the mood for chatting.

"Call us if she wakes up. I have to go home for a little while." Natalie and Alex stood up and started to leave.

"But we'll be back."