A/N: just reminding everyone that there are only TWO CHAPTERS LEFT in this story.
A/N 2: you guys can review for more than one chapter. it's okay.
A/N 3: this chapter's a little cheesey and a lot like the movie, but i really don't feel like going back and fixing it, so deal with it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
(chapter title - Your Eyes)

Everyone watched the young lovers, not saying anything. Sara leaned against Roger and looked up at him. He smiled and brought his head down to kiss her on the forehead. Kaitlin, Maureen, Joanne, Tiffany and Ally were spread around the loft, not saying anything.

"Is there anything I can do, Chris?" Roger asked. Christopher shook his head and looked up at Roger, tears streaming down his cheeks. Roger remembered this same thing happening with Mimi all those years ago. Maybe Hannah would be okay and live just like Mimi did.

Christopher picked up Roger's Fender guitar and strummed the song that Roger had taught him how to play all those months ago before he went to college…

"Your eyes
As we said out goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And I find I can't hide
From your eyes
The ones that took me by surprise
The day you came into my life
Where there's sunlight, I see your eyes
How'd I let you slip away
When I'm longing so to hold you
Now I'd die for one more day
'Cause there's something
I should have told you
When I looked into your eyes
Why does distance make us wise?
You were the song all along
And before this song dies
I should tell you I should tell you
I have always loved you
You can see it in my eyes." Christopher sang. Hannah had gone limp in his arms when Christopher sang 'you can see it in my eyes'.

"Hannah!" Christopher belted out her name, crying and holding her close. He kissed her forehead and held her, hoping, praying for a miracle. The others were standing around, watching the young lovers, silent and as still as statues.

"I-Is she g-g-gone?" Sara whispered in Joanne's ear.

"I don't know, sweetie." Joanne answered, wrapping an arm around Sara's shoulders and drawing her close.

"Look!" Tiffany exclaimed. One of Hannah's fingers was twitching - that was a good sign.

"Hannah!" Christopher kissed her forehead as Hannah coughed, pushed Christopher's coat off of her and sat up.

"I was heading towards this warm, white light - and I swear Collins, Angel and Mimi were there - and they looked good." The others let out a laugh. Hannah turned her attention to Christopher.

"Mimi and Angel said - turn around chica, and listen to his song." Hannah told Christopher.

"Your soaked." Christopher told her, smiling through his tears.

"Her fever's breaking." Kaitlin informed the others, brushing Hannah's bangs off her face. The Bohemians were glad that Hannah was okay and was gonna be with them for a long time to come.

A/N 4: don't own the lyrics to Your Eyes. 'nuff said.