A/N: Again, you guys amaze me with the feedback. I even got a few new readers and I'm happy to hear that you like what's here so far! So thank you guys again, so much. This chapter could be the last one for a little while because I have finals coming up and you know how that goes… gotta study. But I thank all of you for your comments. They mean SO much to me, you have no idea. So please be patient, and I promise I will have the next chapter soon. And I'm sorry for the length of this chapter. This is kind of a filler to get deeper into the relationship with Robin and Patrick. So I hope you like it, and as I said before, I hope to have the next chapter out as soon as possible! Thanks again guys!

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Help Me Fall

Chapter Sixteen: Attack of Emotions

"We're losing him! We're losing him!" The rough voice announced to the group of people in the room with him. He was standing over a form lying on the bed in front of him and there were nurses all around, watching closely.

"What's going on?" She asked, standing in the corner watching the scene unfold in front of her. "Patrick?" She suddenly realized. He was on the table. He was the patient. They were losing him. "Patrick!" She was growing frantic and no one was answering her. No one could hear her.

"What are you going to do doctor?" One of the nurses nearby asked.

The doctor sighed heavily and dropped his scalpel. "Nothing. He can't be saved... it's too late."

The Operating Room grew silent with the realization of the loss. "What are we going to tell Noah Drake?" That same nurse asked.

"I don't think its Noah we have to worry about... what are we going to tell Dr. Scorpio?"

"Patrick!" Her eyes jerked open, her heart beating irregularly. "Patrick?" She questioned a little softer this time.

"Shh... it's okay. It was just a bad dream." Mac was at her side in a second. "You're alright." He pulled her body close to him and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

"Where's Patrick? I need to see him..." She mumbled into his arm. "Where is he?"

"He's in surgery…" Mac looked in her eyes. "I thought he told you he was going to be a living donor for his father?" He gave her questioning eyes.

"A living donor…" It was all coming back to her now. "Please, I need you to check on him for me. Please? Something is wrong. I know it." She was on the verge of tears.

Mac nodded. "I'll see what I can find out."
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He stood outside her door, watching her through the window, gripping a pillow close to her body and looking off into the distance. She was lost deep in thought, with worry etched all over her face. Worry for Patrick. She had every right to be worried. Things had been some complications during the surgery. He had started bleeding uncontrollably and they had had quite a time trying to stop it. The transplant had been a success and Noah was healing on schedule… but Patrick still hadn't woken up.

He was still surprised that she had known something was wrong with him. He hadn't realized just how close Robin and Patrick were… he had watched them together when she first was put in the hospital. He saw the worry in his easy and the terror in hers. But when they were together, it seemed that everything disappeared. He always had her smiling.

"Have you told her yet?"

"I can't bring myself to walk through the door and hurt her like that." Mac explained. "No change?"

Liz shook her head. "Dr. Lee is starting to get worried. The longer he is asleep, the higher the chances that there is something seriously wrong."

"It's going to tear her apart…"

"It's quite something to see how much their relationship has changed in the past few weeks. They used to argue and fight everyday over everything." Liz smiled at the memories. "And when I say everything, I mean everything. Whether it be about a patient or who should get the last bag on chips in the vending machine; they fought about it."

"I didn't even know they were such good friends…" Mac spoke, never taking his eyes off of the woman lying on the other side of the glass. "I hadn't talked to her in almost a week… She was always working when I wasn't or I was…"

"Don't blame yourself for what happened. She wouldn't want you to." Liz tried to comfort him. "She is going to need you now…"

"When did things between them change? Last I saw of either one of them, they were still at each other's throats."

"It was happening all along." She smiled, and followed his eyes to Robin in her room. "As of right now, there isn't any realreason to be worried. Patrick could still wake up and be fine. He is just being watched closely because if he doesn'twake up soon, there could be a problem." She turned to face the man beside her once more. "Just let her know that you are there for her. That's all she wants."
"No," he paused, "what she wants is Patrick."
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"How bad is it?" Her tiny voice asked, already cracking from her tears that were threatening to fall.

"There was a lot of uncontrolled bleeding during the operation, but the doctors are optimistic. They think he will be fine. He just has to wake up." He wasn't going to lie to her or keep anything from her. That would only make things worse in the long run.

"I need to see him." She finally turned to her face toward him, her eyes full with tears. "I have to see him."

"I don't know if that is such a good idea…"

"If you won't help me, I will find someone who will. Patrick needs me."

He nodded. He couldn't stop her. Just like her parents, she was stubborn. "I will see what the doctor says…"

He turned to leave the room but stopped and watched her for a few extra moments. She was retreating into herself, pulling back from everyone around her and building a wall. For the first time in a really long time, she had finally started to lighten up and, as much as he hated to admit it, that was in large part due to Patrick Drake. Now he was hurt and he wasn't there to keep her on her toes and keep her smiling. She now had more to worry about other than just not being to walk again. Now she had to worry about losing the man that she loved…again.