John walked down the hall towards Angela's apartment, when he noticed her door was wide open and Duck sat at the door as if keeping guard. His speed quickened until he found himself running towards the door and then inside to look for Angela.

"Angela!" he yelled noticing she wasn't there. I shouldn't have left her alone; he thought not knowing where she was. He made his way t her desk and found the phone off the hook.

He knew something wasn't right. Slowly he thought long and hard trying to contact her psychologically. 'Angela? Angela, where are you?' the response came about 30 seconds later, but it felt like eternity to John. 'I'm at the hospital. Nathan, he's gone into a coma.'

John froze thinking what she had just said. Her thought had been distressed, a cry for help, he ran out the door, closing it behind him, hailed a cab and headed towards the hospital.

Angela sat in the waiting room pacing, praying her nephew was alright. She knew John was on his way after he contacted her, but how was she going to save her sisters little boy? Sitting down on the chair Angela let her tears run down her face. She couldn't loose him, no not yet. She'd already lost her sister, she wasn't going to loose him yet.

The door to the waiting room opened, but she didn't dare see who was there, she would reveal her tears. She pulled her hand from her face as she felt someone embrace her and rock her.

"What happened?" the voice asked, it was John.

"Nobody knows, he just went into a coma and they don't know what's wrong with him." She cried into his shoulder. "John he needs me, he needs a Psychic. Hell brought him into this coma I know I saw a half-breed."

"When?"

"As I got on the elevator. I have this feeling hell wants him because they couldn't get to Isabel, Jake was right, me having him isn't safe, but if I'm not with him he'll die." She cried.

"You are meant to be with him, and I'll get you in there." John said getting up and walking towards the door.

"How?" she asked confused.

"Don't worry about that." He said and left.

20 minutes later Margaret entered the room and told Angela she could see Nathan, though she seemed frightened, as if her life had been threatened, Angela ignored it and followed her to Nathan's bedside.

"That husband of yours sure can make a very persuasive argument." She said watching Angela rush to the child's side.

"Husband?" she asked confused.

"Yes, Mr. Constantine. He said the two of you were just recently married." She explained and turned to leave, but stopped and continued on, "by the way, once he gets better you can take him home. It'd be good to see him with a family."

Angels looked at her confused and held Nathan's; she then stared at all the monitors that displayed his heart rate.

"Hey little guy." She spoke. She wasn't sure if he could hear her, but she had once read that people in his state could hear. "It's me, Angela. Look, you're in a really bad place right now and I need you to come out, ok? I need you to open your eyes Nathan, your mom would want you to." She said looking at the child; he lay there lifeless, as if he was dead. Angela felt he was; only his chest rising and falling served as a reminder that he was still alive.

"Nathan," she spoke up again after a moment of thinking. "I have something to tell you. Isabel…she wasn't just your friend…she was your mom and…I'm your aunt. I know it must be hard to believe, but you must know this. She couldn't keep you because…she was very religious and felt she was…sinned and didn't deserve you, but after a while you got sick…and you needed her to live…so she kept you. Nathan your sick again and I'm here to help you, I know someone's calling your name, but you can't listen you have to come home to me, please open your eyes." She said and lowered her head to cry.

It had been hard to tell the child the truth in such a straight form at such a horrible time, but every second he was gone she came closer to loosing him.

"How's he doing?" a voice asked entering the room.

"Not too well, I can't get him to respond." She said looking back to him.

"I'm sorry I wish I could help." He said making his way over to her. He hated to see her this way.

"You've already helped enough John. You got me in here, thank you." She said forcing a smile for him, "but how on earth did you do it? And way does the nurse think we're married?" she asked.

"Well I had to get you in here, so don't ask how. I told her we were married so when he gets better you can take him home." He explained.

"You do know we'll have to prove we're married and I know you don't want to marry me." Angela said cleaning her face of all her tears.

"How do you know I don't want to marry you?"

"I know you're not the marriage type."

"That's what your sister said." John mumbled under his breath.

"What?" she asked not hearing him.

"Nothing. Look I love you more than anything I thought I ever could, I have been to heaven and hell and would go through again just to make you happy. Angela I never saw myself happy or living a normal life until you walked in." John said getting down on one knee and pulling out a diamond ring, "will you marry me?" he asked showing her the perfect engagement ring that sat in a box.

For the first time in a long time, tears of joy ran down her face as her mind tried to register what had just been said. She nodded her head and embraced John.

"yes." She whispered as their lips touched in a kiss that made Angela grateful she was sitting down because her knees went weak.

15 minutes later Angela sat next to John, still holding Nathan's hand. "Come on, Nathan. Please open your eyes, once you get better you can come home with us, please wake up." She begged and froze as one of the monitor's alarms went off.