Tony followed Jack quickly into the hospital, looking around for any sign of his wife. They quickly arrived at a door and Jack stopped, turning around. "Tony," he began calmly as he removed the handcuffs from Tony's wrists. "She's really weak. She'll probably be surprised when you walk through the door, but you'll have to stay calm. If she panics…" Jack trailed off. "It'll be bad."

Tony rubbed his wrists gently. "Jack, what's wrong with her?" Tony asked.

"She'll tell you. You ready?" Tony nodded and watched as Jack opened the door to the hospital room. "Go on." he persuaded, holding the door opened for his friend. Tony slowly entered, not fully prepared for what he was about to see.

As he entered, the first thing he noticed was the wires. They were everywhere. The first ones he saw began at a bag of blood hanging next to the bed in the center of the room. The next sets were the ones connected from the other IV's. Another group was falling from a group of boxes. Tony didn't understand the numbers on them, but he knew the beep. It was the one that told them if the patient was still alive.

He looked at the patient lying in the bed. It was the first time he had noticed her. It hadn't occurred to him that all of these wires were connected to her body. It was still and lifeless. The only way you could tell the woman was living was the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Michelle. It was his Michelle. He immediately ran over to her, pushing the wires carefully out of the way so that he could kneel next to her bed. The tubes connected to his wife's fragile body were accompanied by a ventilator hose down her throat. The twisting curls that once fell from her head were all but gone, and the rosy color that once lived her cheeks was missing. He brushed his hand over hers, causing her eyes to flutter and open. Tony stared at her, not daring to move.

Michelle looked over at the man sitting next to her and was immediately shaken. The beeping of the heart monitor increased and Tony reached out to her face to try and calm her down. "It's okay, Michelle, it's Tony. Relax, sweetheart, just relax." Michelle's body slowly calmed as the doctor walked in.

"Mrs. Almedia, I'm going to remove the respirator and let you breath on your own, alright?" the doctor said, walking into the room and checking the monitors. Tony was taken aback. He wasn't sure why the doctor had called her Mrs. Almedia; she had never been called that, even before he was in prison.

The doctor finished removing the ventilator and positioned an oxygen tube over her nose. "You might want to give her some ice chips." the doctor suggested, motioning to the tray behind Tony. He turned around and picked up a small cup of ice and a plastic spoon. He scooped up a few pieces and put them in front of her mouth, allowing her to gulp down several pieces before speaking to her.

"Do you need more?" he asked. She shook her head. "Michelle, what's going on?"

"I don't want you here." she croaked. "You can't see me like this." She began to choke, and Tony fed her a few more ice chips before continuing.

"Michelle, what is wrong with you? Tell me." he begged.

"Please leave, Tony, please." she pleaded.

"No! Michelle, what's going on? Why are you here?" he asked, motioning to the bed. She reached out and grabbed his hand. He was immediately unnerved by the needles connected to her hand and arm, as well as how cold her hand was. He took her hand in his and rubbed it gently, so as not to disturb her injectors. "I love you." he whispered. "I love you so much."

Michelle let a tear fall down her cheek. "I love you." she replied. "I love you Tony."