Hey, here is my next chapter. I'm sorry its taken a few weeks, but high school keeps me pretty occupied. Also, I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter. Please, please, please review. I'm not one of those people who refuse to update if I don't get reviews, but it is a great encourager. Also, rocketlover, I hope you enjoyed Ramano's cameo in the last chapter. Oh, and sorry its so short. I promise more soon.

Chapter 6

Mark returned to the ER the next morning. He never would have fathomed the idea that Ramano would have ever given him such insightful advice, but it had happened. He actually felt energized. He had loved Susan for years. Nothing could shatter such emotion, not even John Carter. He entered the lounge and approached his locker. He quickly changed into the appropriate shoes and lab coat and exited the room. He grabbed a clipboard from the counter and scanned the information. "Forty-five year old man with chest pain," he read aloud. He was surprisingly happy. For some reason he couldn't help but smile. The color that had been vacant from his complection seemed to have recovered slightly.

The next hour or so succeeded in keeping him cheerful. He still wasn't exactly sure how Ramano's speech had changed him, but hearing the whole thing out loud seemed to confirm it to the world. He figured this realization was what he had been searching for for quite some time. The world knew, so he knew for sure too.

"Hey, Chuny, can you order a CBC and blood tox for Mr. Stanley in curtain 3?" Mark started as he exited curtain 3. As he glanced over at Chuny behind the counter, he noticed that she , along with Jerry and a few other ER employees, had suddenly become quiet, and looked at Mark unsure.

"Hey, what's up people? You guys are acting as if you saw a ghost."

"Mark…um…We just got a message from the ICU. Susan…she's…um…she's woken up." The color that Mark had gained back that day suddenly drained from his face. He turned on his heels and dashed for the elevator, not listening to the rest of Chuny's explanation. As the two doors separated, he pushed through making his way to her room. He pushed through the doors, not caring how he looked. He almost let out a cry of joy when he saw her perched up in her bed. He quickly approached the side of her bed speaking rapidly, "Susan, I'm so happy you're awake. I'm so sorry for everything. Please don't hate me. I just, just…"

"Susan? Who are you? Sorry for what?" Susan looked confused as she peered into Mark's eyes.

"susan, its me, Mark. Mark Green.!"

"Mark, can I talk to you outside?" Mark had not noticed the doctor who also occupied the room. He had been so anxious, he had not taken the time to evaluate his surroundings. He recognized the doctor as Dr. Rinker, one of the neurologists at County. Dr. Rinker pushed Dr. Green from the room. "Mark, you can't do that. She doesn't remember anything. Outbreaks like that are not going to help."

"She doesn't remember anything?"

"She had a pretty hard blow to the head. We just have to wait."

"Is there anything I can do."

"You know the drill, Mark. It just takes time. We need to reintroduce her to her surroundings. Help her remember. But no outbreaks like the stunt you just pulled. If you scare her, you'll just make it worse."

"Yeah," Mark responded, half listening. She didn't remember anything? He was so close. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell her. He was so sorry and loved her. He longed to just tell her exactly how he felt. But he couldn't. She didn't love him. She didn't know who he was.