Thanks you the reviews. Its taken me longer thani would have liked to update but i kept getting sidetracked.

Reality was slowly making its self-known with little things like the streetlights trying to shine in the clouds blinds in her bedroom. The more I listened the more I could hear the traffic blaring their evil tune.

She was sleeping now which after being with me was normal but it was a deep sleep, which worried me. She had been sleeping more and more which I thought was strange cause with her I was struggling to keep up. I guess she would tell me if she thought I need to know. If I had to guess it was work, I haven't heard a lot bout what she was doing but from what I have it would cause anyone added stress. She had courage I'll give her that much going in like she did.

I was starting to fall for her again but it was different we'd both matured, grown up a bit even me. We had no choice. How else were we to face the problems that we were handed? The ties of reality were trying to draw me back I could almost see them as if they were real. The only thing that kept them at bay was me touching her, her skin so smooth and creamy. I can smell her hair I can't quite place what I smell but I do know I like it. She's the protector my protection from evil if only for a few hours. Some times we all just need to get away.

Don't ask me how I knew but I did something was wrong. I tried to wake her but she didn't. I tried harder calling her name louder this time and touching her but nothing happened. I lay her on her back so I could hear if she was still alive. A heartbeat was good right? The next few hours passed in a blur all I remember is someone handing me a cup of I think it was coffee but what ever it was it tasted bitter. At least it was something to do. I was about three seconds off of telling the hospital they had slow service when the doctor came in.

"Mr. Boscorelli, I'm Dr. Abernathy; you brought in Ms. Cruz?" Why did he ask question he already knew the answer to?

"Yes how is she?" I looked at the doctor he was rather elderly I'd say about 60ish

"She's resting now; I would however like to keep her overnight" All I could do is nod. What else could I do?

"She was asking for you earlier" That brought some sense of relief

"Can I see her?" The room became deafening silent like everything was waiting for his answer. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat but it became bigger as the time passed. Why doesn't he just tell me?

"You can see her if you like" With that he turned and walked out of the room leaving me and everything else working once again.

I thought I had mentally prepared myself for what I saw. Her lying there she looks so small against the huge bed. I was thankful she didn't have hundreds of machines coming out or into her pumping her full of stuff I didn't know the name of. From what I could tell two were hooked up to her an IV I'm guessing to keep her hydrated and a heart monitor. Was that normal for someone who passed out? Couldn't tell you never been in that situation myself. The only sound was the beep every few seconds as if keeping a rhythm to something I wasn't a part of. I started notice more things like the three other beds in the room all empty and made. A window with yellow curtains sat in the middle of the room. The curtains were a poor attempt to bring a homey feel to the sterile environment.

Orangey red rays filtered through the thin cloth. Had it been that long? She started to shift bringing me back to why I was here.

How could some one so tough look so fragile? I sat down in a chair by her bed. The stress of the day finally making its presence known. My head collapsed in my hands. How did everything get so complicated? How could this world be so complicated? There wasn't an answer. Their not a whole lot of answers to our questions now is there? It seems the more answers that are finally answered; A hundred more seem to rise to the surface.

What was that feeling? It's as if someone just dumped a bucket of cold water on my head. I look up to see the culprit she's awake and it was her hand.

How could something be so cold and living?

I take her hand in mine trying to warm it.

"Hey Welcome back" She tried to smile but it looked odd on her right now. She had a beautiful smile but this looked different.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

My attempt to warm her hand was failing almost as if she was dead. It was breaking my to see her like this. She said something but it was nothing more than a whisper. Her words ripped me in half. This hurt me more than anything even Mikey's death. Those two words would haunt me forever

"I'm dying"