Ecto made it to the hospital in record time. Janine had passed out in Egon's lap during the trip, and he had to carry her into the emergency room. As a result, he as covered in blood. Winston called her parents en route, and they arrived a little after the doctors had taken Janine in. They were rushed right in. Ray went back out to Ecto to get an extra jumpsuit for Egon to change into. Hours later, Mr. Melnitz walked out, looking tired and weary. He eyed the four men, then fell into the seat next to them.
Is she okay?" Ray asked. Mr. Melnitz looked up at them, then nodded.
"She is now. She's sedated."
Peter eyed him warily. "What's wrong?"
"She had a miscarriage," he said looking down at the floor. "They waited until she was awake to tell the three of us. Janine lost her mind. She started howling, and ...and," he swallowed hard, trying to fight the tears. "She ripped out her IV, and tried to get off the bed. They had to sedate her," He shook his head. "I've never seen anything like that."
Peter sat down next to the upset man, trying to force back his own horror, and placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. Mr. Melnitz smiled gratefully .
"I appreciate you boys being around when this happened. She's lucky to have you four to care so much about her. But why don't you guys go home, and try to get some sleep. She's going to be here a long while. At least a couple of days, the doctor said."

They said she was sedated, they never said restrained, was Egon's first thought. He'd gone to the hospital the next day to see her, and found Janine both sedated and restrained to her bed. Both her hands and legs were tied down. Swallowing hard, he stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving Janine's sleeping form. Even sedated, he could tell she was sleeping uncomfortably. And her hand was a mass of bruises from where she'd continually ripped out her IV. Sitting down in the chair next to her, he took her hand, careful of the IV, and looked down at her sleeping face. "What have I done," he whispered. "If I'd just gone with you in the first place to that stupid retreat, you wouldn't be here now. I wouldn't have killed me to have gone. I am so sorry Janine."
A soft sob escaped her lips, as she moved slightly. Tears slipped from her closed eyes. "My baby," she cried quietly.
Egon felt his own eyes tearing up. "Shhh," he whispered, gently stroking her hair, until she fell back into her restless sleep. "Come back to me Janine. I'll do whatever you wish, just come back."

Peter was sitting in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich for lunch when Egon walked in. Peter looked up from the sandwich, noting Egon haggard appearance.
"How's she doing?" she asked. Egon shook his head. He sat down at the table across from Peter.
"Peter, teach me how to fight," he stated. Peter stopped in mid-bite, looking at his friend from across the table.
"Do what?"
Egon shook his head again. "I can't lose her Peter. Not this time. Teach me how to fight."
Peter nodded slowly, finally taking a bite of his sandwich. "All right."

For the next couple of days, Egon was busy, between spending time with Peter and the extra calls. Ray had to call Aggie that next morning, telling her she was the secretary for however long she wanted the job.
On a slow day, Egon finally got to go to the hospital. He walked into her room, carrying a boquet of flowers, only to find the room empty. Janine's mom came out of the little bathroom, as he was standing there.
"You startled me," she said. Egon looked over at her.
"Where's Janine?" He asked. "Has she gone home?"
Mrs. Melnitz shook her head, looking a little uncomfortable. "Um, no. Actually, her father and I had her transferred to the other part of the hospital. She's in the mental health unit."
Egon stared at her, not quite believing what he just heard. "Excuse me? Why?"
She stepped further into the room, finishing her packing. "Egon, she tried to kill herself again, while in the hospital. Her father and I can't watch her all the time. It's only short term."
Egon sighed, knowing she was right. I see her?"
Mrs. Melnitz smiled. "I would love it if you would. Although, I'm not sure how she will take it. But it can't hurt to try."

Janine sat in a chair, staring out the window. She had a private room, but she knew they had cameras in here somewhere. They'd managed to get to her the night her parents had her transfered here. She'd tried to pull out her IV again, but they caught her before she could do any real damage.
Unconciously, she put her hand on her stomach again. She'd lost her lover and her child in the same night...hell, in the same time period, and they didn't expect her to be even a little upset about this?
The knocking on her door broke through her thoughts. She glanced over at it. No one else ever knocked, they pretty much just walked in. Even her parents knocked, then walked in, not caring how she felt about it. Curious, she stood up, wrapping her light robe tighter around her, and went to answer the door. As she pulled the door open , she stepped back, terrified. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hand went to her stomach, in the now protective way she'd adapted. Egon stood there, flowers in one hand, a small bag in the other, looking a little scared. "Janine, it's me," he said, knowing who she saw,and trying to calm her before she lost it. "Um, do you mind if I come in for a while?"
Janine calmed herself, pulling the door open, and stepping back to let him in. He smiled nerviously, handing her the bag first. "Your mother asked me to give this to you. Oh, and these are for you."
She took the bag, then the flowers, and went back over to her chair. Egon closed the door quietly behind him, and walked towards her a little, stopping before he came too close. She glanced at the bag, then looked up at him.
"There's a chair over there," she said softly, motioning towards the other side of the room. Egon got the chair, pulling it closer to her, but not too close. He sat down smiling. "How are you feeling?"
She nodded, glancing around the room. "Better. Do they know you're here?"
He frowned. "Who?"
"Them, the doctors. They have cameras in her everywhere. They keep watching me," She got up, looking around for the cameras again. Egon watched her, feeling a lump starting in his throat.
This is not Janine, the nagging voice told him. Look at her.
His eyes saw a frail young woman, her red hair down to her lower back, unkept; wearing a white robe without a tie what was now almost too big for her, gliding around the hospital room, in search for cameras she insisted were in her room.
Is that what you want? the voice asked. This...girl who is on the edge of crumbling? This is not your Janine, this is another's. Yet this is what you keep fighting for?
At that instant, he knew. His mind grasped what his heart had been trying to tell him for years now. In that moment, he no longer saw the frail young woman, he saw Janine; not the Janine of months ago, but nonetheless it was Janine. All she needed was to find her way back. "Yes," he told himself. "This is exactaly what I want."
Janine turned around, breaking off her search for a moment to face him, She cocked her head slightly.
"You know you look like Christopher?" she asked. He nodded. "I know."
She covered her mnouth, glancing fearfully around the room. Then she walked over to him, almost falling at his feet.
"I'm not suppose to talk about him." she whispered to him. "They say he didn't exsist, not the way I saw him. But you know, don't you? You saw him, right?"
Egon nodded again. "I saw him."
Janine's face broke out in a smile, making Egon's heart flip. "See, I'm not crazy."
She looked up at him for a while, not moving from her position on the floor in front of his feet. Finally, she spoke up.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I love you." There, he'd admitted it both to himself and her. And this time without adding something else to it, trying to save grace at the last minute.
"I don't like you in here Janine," he continued, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted. "You don't belong here, you belong outside. I want to help you."
She watched him a while longer, then turned her attention to the window.
"Talk to me," she said softly.
"Excuse me?" He expected a simular decleration of love, or maybe for her to lose her mind for a moment, but she didn't do either.
"Talk to me," she repeated, still watching the window. "When I'm alone, my mind wanders. To other places, other times. Make me forget."
"What should I talk about?"
She smiled. "Anything."
He settled back in the chair, his mind racing. "All right, how about my latest fungus experiment. I found it on the bottom of a pizza someone had left in the fridge too long. It's turned into quite an extrodinary specimen..."