Author's Note: You may notice that, from the last chapter, I changed who it was that told Jason about Sonny and Courtney. It's not an error, I just changed my mind about what I wanted there. So, to go along with it, I went back and I changed the line in the previous chapter where Emily tells AJ that Carly told Jason. It now says that Robin told him.

When Sam awoke to find Jason sitting at her bedside, she thought she'd died. Heaven, in her eyes, would end up being as simple as the two of them together. But when his hand reached over and brushed the side of her face only slightly rough, she knew that this was no dream and she hadn't died. But she had woken up from what, quite possibily, was the worst nightmare she'd ever had.

Her moment of wistfulness was broken as she shot up from the bed. "Danny!" She reached out, stretching towards the other side of the room. Jason held her back, and she knew that it had to be bad. He wouldn't hold her down if it weren't, would he? "Danny… Jason, please, don't tell me…"

"Danny's fine," he said softly. He brushed hair sticky with sweat back from her face and Sam closed her eyes. "He got the serum from Luke. He's sleeping, but he's fine."

Sam let her body sag, practically collapsing forward onto Jason. She didn't have the strength it took to squeeze him like she wanted, so she had to settle for weakly digging her fingers into his shoulders. She'd wanted him there with her so much over the past few hours. In and out of consciousness, the fear of Danny dying… At one point, Sam didn't think that she would make it. She didn't think she had it in her to fight anymore.

She couldn't remember anything past Patrick shocking her brother. She'd fallen unconscious into Emily's arms and hadn't woken since. In feverish dreams, she had seen the dead parading past her. Danny carrying Lila, telling Sam that he had found his neice and he would take good care of her. Their mother standing over her, telling her that she destroys everything that she touches. Nico trying to drag her down into Hell, when all she wanted to do was go up to Heaven with Danny and Lila. More dead, more people that she had hurt in some way or another. The only smiling face being her brother's.

Sam shook the memories from her head, then pulled back. She looked up at Jason, and he seemed so—Distant, maybe? He was there, stroking her face, but his eyes were vacant. What could he have possibly seen while he was out getting that chimp that would leave him so haunted?

"Jason—" Sam swallowed. Her throat was dry. She coughed, then swallowed again. "Jason, what's wrong?"

"They said…" He closed his eyes for a second, and took deep breaths. He opened his eyes again, and though they were still vacant, they glistened with unshed tears. "Emily told me that you slipped into a coma after Danny…" His head turned slightly towards Danny, then back to Sam. "She told me that you were just barely hanging on, and if I didn't get back when I did…"

"But, you came back to me, Jason. You saved me like you always do." She gave him as much of a smile as she could muster. "It's what you do, isn't it? You save me from myself and whatever else may be out there."

"I wasn't here with you, Sam, and I… I'm sorry for that." He gently pushed her shoulders back until she was resting against her pillows again. Jason took her hands in his and sighed. "I'm no good at this hand holding thing, Sam. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing, even though I did it for a long time."

"There was nothing that you could do."

"Not until I saw that chimp running away. I can't believe I got up so fast and ran out of here like that. You and Danny were sleeping. I didn't even say goodbye. But, I couldn't lose it. I couldn't let it get out, and if we hadn't chased it, they might not have ever found it. You might have—"

Sam sighed and closed her eyes. At one point, she really had thought she was going to die. Before Danny crashed, before there were whispers of nameless patients dying, she thought she would die. And in the middle of that, she found a hatred for Jason that she hadn't felt since they first met. How could he be off with Carly while she was dying? That really proved who he loved. He loved Carly enough to run off on some crazy adventure with, and he didn't love Sam enough to stay with her and hold her hand. She had to die there without him, and Jason wouldn't even care.

Then lucidity struck her, and she never felt the anger again. If anything related to it, she felt guilt. She should have had more faith in him than that. She should have known that he had sat there for as long as possible. That he was out there for her, trying to save her, instead of sitting there and watching her die.

"Ya know, I really hate that I'm gonna have to owe Carly after this." Sam groaned, then pursed her lips. "But, wait, I don't owe her anything, do I? I mean, this was just making things even, right? I helped you get Michael and Morgan back from Faith, so she was just paying up." Sam sighed. "I kinda liked it with her owing me."

"She didn't." Jason snorted a laugh, and though it didn't quite reach his eyes, Sam was glad for the sound. It meant that he was at least coming to life. Again, she wondered what he had seen, but she didn't think that he would answer just yet.

"How many times did she try to talk you out of me?"

"Actually?" He shrugged. "Carly and I had a talk. Everything is fine, and she's not getting in the middle, anymore."

"That's a shocker." Jason should have laughed at the comment, or at the very least, given her a disapproving look, admonishing her for her skepticism. But, he was back to blank, back to cold. "Jason, what's wrong?" He shook his head and she said, "I know something's wrong, and if my head were clear, I'd probably have figured it out by now. I'm just getting better so fast that I don't think my brain has caught up with the medicine."

"Sam, don't worry about me. You need to focus on getting better, so we can go home. I still owe you and Danny that trip to Hawaii."

At his name, Danny started to moan, and Sam was up again. Jason tried to hold her back into the bed, but she slipped under his arms and dropped to the floor. She scooted along the floor until she reached Danny's bed. Sam pulled herself up and looked down at him with a smile so wide that her face felt like it would tear. Rubbing his forehead, she said, "Hey. You been sleepin' on me the whole time?"

Danny gave a childlike smile to her and shook his head. "I woke up, but you were still sleeping so I went back to sleep." Sam laughed at the image. Danny's head popping up, seeing her out, and just curling back up on his bed. But, Danny wasn't laughing. Danny was chewing his bottom lip nervously and his eyes were downcast. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"What?" Sam looked down at him with confusion. "What do you have to be sorry about, Danny?"

"I heard what Dr. Robin told Jason. That—"

"Danny." Jason didn't yell, but his tone was sharp. He shook his head. "We can talk about that later, Danny. Right now, you both need to rest. We're taking that trip to Hawaii the second they release you from the hospital. We'll rent some bikes and go speeding around Oahu. And I promised to teach you to swim, remember?"

"Yeah…" Danny's eyes lit up. "We're gonna have fun, and it'll be like this never happened."

"Right. It'll be… It'll be back to normal." Jason didn't believe that anymore than Sam did. She could see it in his eyes.

"Stop, alright? You're changing the subject, and I can tell that it's bad." Sam turned to Danny and gently took his hand in hers. "Danny, I want you to tell me what Dr. Robin said to Jason, okay? What did you hear?"

"I don't know… Jason doesn't want me to."

"I want you to, Danny. Please? Nobody will be mad at you. Why are you sorry, Danny? What did Dr. Robin say to Jason?"

"She said…" He tried to turn his head to look past Sam to Jason, but Sam took a light grip on his chin and kept his eyes trained on her. "She said Sonny and his sister didn't make it, Sam. I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't know when I started that I wasn't supposed to tell her. Jason, please don't be mad at me."

"He's not mad, Danny." She turned around and said, "Jason, tell him you're not mad."

When Jason looked up he had tears in his eyes. Standing before, when Danny first started talking, Jason was sitting on Sam's bed, his shoulders hunched forward. He ran a hand over his hair and said, "I'm not mad at you, Danny." His eyes passed to Sam and she was already on her way to him. "Don't," he said, putting his hand out. "I'm fine."

"Jason, you're not…" She tried to hug him, and he fought her off. She wondered if he would have fought harder if she were stronger. If he would have gotten up and left the room if she weren't sick. That would have been the easiest way to avoid any comfort. To just leave. But he didn't leave. "Jason…"

"Sam, don't, alright? Just… let me…"

"Cry," she said with a sigh. Sam hugged him, pressing her face to his chest. "Cry if you want, Jason. Nobody will tell that you did." He was still and she thought that he would push her away and walk out. But instead, after a minute or so, she felt his chin press down on her shoulder, and a second later, she felt his tears dropping like a slow rain onto her hospital gown.