As Spike woke up, the white ceiling came into view he touched his patched left eye. He felt his whole body aching and heavy. Images of Julia dying flashed into his mind; he lost the only reason why he lives. He cursed himself for surviving the stand off, anger, frustration and sorrow soon followed. Tears fell as he stared blankly at the ceiling as the tears stopped a nurse came in.

"I see Dr. Parish's favorite patient is now awake. You've been sleeping for two weeks now, boy" she checked his chart and I.V. Spike did not pay attention as the elderly nurse talked

"You must be hungry I'll be back with some food" the nurse left, Spike looked around his room this time. He saw a compact disc player on top of the desk nearby with discs stacked neatly beside it. Medical books, magazines and newspapers can also be found in the same desk arranged neatly. The nurse re-emerged carrying a tray of food, she helped Spike eat as soon as he finished his meal the nurse handed him a note with his name on it.

"The doctor will be here shortly, after she made her rounds" the nurse immediately left Spike who was too tired to care. He read the note:

Spike,

By the time you have read this, Faye and I will be aboard the Bebop chasing another bounty. If you're ready to come back, you are always welcome back here. We buried Julia in the cemetery ask the doctor to take you there.

Jet

P.S. She's really nice; please don't be such a pain in the ass

"You're still the old man Jet" he said to himself, the sorrow resurfaced again as soon as he saw the name Julia on the note. He knew he could not go back, not now.

He forced himself to stand-up, stubborn as he is he limped his way to the compact disc player, he looked for his cigarettes until he settled for magazines and music. It was already afternoon, when a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Hello Mr. Spiegel" greeted a green-eyed brunette with angular glasses wearing a white coat, stethoscope around her neck, black button down shirt and jeans.

"Hope you're feeling fine now." She added while walking towards him, Spike noticed her holding a small tray with scissors and forceps still he remained silent.

"By the way, we replaced your left eye it was damaged when your friends brought you here" still trying to induce a reply from Spike

"We'll remove the bandage now" she added while she placed herself in front of him.

Her gentle fingers removed the bandage, Spike tried to look at the wall but from time to time he stole glimpses of the doctor. As soon she was done she asked

"How does it feel?"

"Great" he replied dryly while he turned his eyes away from her. She just smiled at him

She held a small flashlight to his new eye.

"Are you sure? No pain? No irritations? Can you see clearly?"

"Its fine doc" he replied getting uncomfortable as she looked at him with those big green orbs

"I want you to follow my finger" as she held up her index finger and dragged it across Spike's face,

"That was good, I'll see you tomorrow okay" she smiled and prepared to leave the room.

As she picked up the used bandage Spike spoke up.

"Doc, will you take me to Julia tomorrow?"

The doctor stopped and looked at Spike in the eye filled with sympathy for him.

"Sure thing Mr. Spiegel, tomorrow it is" she smiled and walked away

"By the way you can call me Spike" he said as he extended his hand to the doctor

"Lydia, Lydia Parish" as she shook hands with him

Tomorrow came; it was a great day to be outside. Dr. Parish pushed Spike in a wheel chair; they stopped by at a flower shop where they bought two bouquets of roses. They arrived at Julia's unnamed grave, no date of birth or death just the letter J encased in a wreath of flowers engraved in the tombstone.

"Julia was the love of his life when he wakes up take him to her." Jet's words came ringing into Lydia's head as they paid their respects to Julia.

Spike offered red roses to her tomb; Lydia walked away carrying white roses after finishing her prayer.

"Where are you going doc?" he asked.

"You two need some time alone. I'll be over here when you're done. Don't leave without me okay?" she replied and continued to walk down the path.

As the doctor disappeared from his sight sorrow once again surrounded him. Tears trickled down his face; as he rested his head on top of the tombstone and felt his heart breaking in two, crushed by extreme grief. As he closed his eyes Julia's face and words are the only things that came into mind he let the tears fall down for hours.

"What am I going to do Julia?" he kept on asking but still no answer came until he felt a warm hand drying his tears. He opened his eyes and saw Lydia standing in front of him; she hugged him as he cried out his sorrow. Lydia could only stroke his hair as he trembled in her arms.