Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will.

Lilly blinked a few times, afraid that the person sitting there wasn't actually there, but instead a hallucination or some side effect of the drugs she was on. She thought maybe she had fallen asleep and she was simply dreaming his presence. But when he rose from the chair, took a few steps closer to her, and pushed the hair away from her eyes, she knew that he was actually there with her.

"Hey," he spoke softly as his hand cupped her face and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He reached for the chair with his other hand and sat down beside her bed, his fingers running through her hair. His hair was a mess, which was no surprise. It always was because of the helmet he wore when on his motorcycle. His eyes were tired, almost as if he'd been traveling all night to get there. When she thought about it, she realized that was probably the case.

"Ray," Lilly whispered. She was confused. "Why?" Lilly asked after a long pause. She couldn't understand why he had come to Philadelphia. It was clear that at that moment he was there to see her, but it was unlikely that he had heard about the shooting from wherever he was staying; last she heard he was on his way to California. He must have had some other reason for traveling so far. "How?" she added after another short pause. How had he known she was at the hospital? She was too exhausted to put her words together and hoped that Ray would be able to figure out what she was asking.

"Christina called me," Ray said as let his hand rest beside her body. He wanted to hold her hand in his own, but both of her hands were on the other side of her because of her right arm being in a sling.

"Oh," Lilly replied and then looked away from him. Her sister was not a safe conversation piece, and Ray knew that more than anyone.

"Look, she called me because she was worried about you. Because of your mom," Ray explained.

Lilly looked back at Ray for a brief second and tears filled her eyes. "Mom," she whispered as she looked down. She hadn't thought about her mom since before she regained consciousness. "I... I," Lilly tried to explain, but a tear rolled down her cheek and stopped her from saying more.

"It's okay, Lilly. You've had other things on your mind," Ray said as he moved his hand back to her face and lightly traced the tear's path down her cheek with his thumb.

"Chris knew?" Lilly asked. She had no clue where her younger sister was even living and was in complete shock that she had heard so quickly of their mother's death.

"I guess so," Ray shrugged as he pulled his hand away from her face. He really didn't know a thing about what was going on with Christina. He was surprised when she called him. "Anyway, so I drove out here, only stopped a couple of times for a bite to eat. And I went to your work, and the place was a wreck. I recognized your partner, and started talking to him, but he wouldn't tell me a thing. He was a real ass," Ray explained. "The only info he gave me was that you were okay. And I guess he meant you were going to live "okay", because this, to me, isn't okay."

"I'm fine," Lilly said as she forced a small smile. Ray knew that she wasn't, but also realized that it was probably best not to argue with her. Instead he simply gave her a look that told her that he didn't believe her for a second.

Lilly sighed and looked up at the clock. She was surprised that it was already late in the afternoon and wondered if she had actually fallen asleep. "How long you been here?" she asked. She could remember hearing people coming in and out of her room but had assumed they were all nurses.

She had been positive she hadn't fallen asleep, but she also couldn't remember hearing Ray sit down across from her. "About two hours," Ray replied.

"You were quiet coming in," Lilly thought out loud.

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake you," Ray smiled slightly.

"I wasn't asleep. I was just tuning everything out. Had I known you were here, I would have stopped."

"Is that your way of telling me you're glad I'm here?" Ray asked. Lilly didn't answer his question, but merely smiled. "So, what's with your partner? He wouldn't tell me a damn thing," Ray asked after a moment. "I went to your apartment, and then to another hospital before I finally found you here."

"Scotty's kind of protective. He's seen what I've been like when you've come and gone before and probably thought it was a bad idea," Lilly explained. She realized that Scotty would have been right if this were true. Ray being there was probably a terrible idea. She couldn't imagine what him leaving again would do to her after being through so much. "He may have been right too," she added after a moment.

Ray paused to think about what she said before he spoke. "If you don't want me here, I'll leave," he finally replied. He was confused. She seemed to be happy that he was there with her, but suddenly she thinks it's a bad idea. Ray couldn't understand where this was coming from. He didn't want to leave her alone, but if she didn't want him there, what else could he do?

"It's not that," Lilly sighed as she tried to put words together in her head. "It's just..." she paused to figure out how to say what she wanted to say. "I don't think I could take it," she continued. "You leaving again. Not after everything," she finished slowly. She looked down at her hands to avoid his eyes.

"Who says I'm going to leave?" Ray asked.

"History," Lilly said as she looked up into his eyes. Memories flashed through his mind. He had left her so many times before, but he hadn't realized how much it hurt her until that moment. Guilt flooded through him but he didn't know how to respond. Instead he just sat there and watched her. Lilly eventually looked away from him and he felt even more guilty, but he wasn't about to make a promise until he knew he'd be able to keep it.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I've been pretty busy! Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chapter up a bit quicker. And sorry to disappoint all of you Scotty/Lilly fans, but unfortunately this story isn't L/S. Thanks for reading!