A/N: Okay… I know I say this every chapter but you guys continue to amaze me. Even when my writing sucks and the chapter is crappy, you guys continue to give me encouragement and I love that. So thank you guys so much!

So I posted chapter four and I got so excited so I wrote this chapter right after, but I had to make you guys wait so I didn't post it right away… But I couldn't wait anymore so I decided to post this now. Lol So I hope you guys like this! Enjoy:D

Summary: Robin and Patrick are the happiest they have ever been and falling more and more in love everyday. What happens when Robin's life is threatened and someone close to the both of them is at fault? How will Patrick cope and where will they go from here?

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Unexpected Betrayal

Chapter Five: Simply Shattered

Patrick sighed and pulled the surgical cap off his head, walking out of the operating room with his father on his heals. He had come in late last night after a long shift and had been called back in for a trauma. He had just finished his third surgery of the night and to top things all off, they had lost the patient on the table.

He was ready to go home.

"Do you want to talk to the family or do you want me to?" Noah asked tiredly. "I'll do it if you want me to…"

Patrick nodded his head and sighed again, glancing at the clock. "Is it really one o' clock? In the afternoon?" He couldn't believe it. He had been moving non stop since nine o' clock the night before. It seemed the patients kept coming. "I have to call Robin and tell her that I'm fine and that I'm still here."

"I heard she took a few days of vacation after working so crazily these past few weeks." Noah said.

Patrick nodded. "I was starting to get worried that she was working so much. She was barely sleeping and she wasn't eating right. That's not good when her body relies on a structure."

"I could tell it was taking a toll on her." Noah nodded. "Have you decided when you're going to do it?"

Patrick knew exactly what he was talking about. "I almost did it last night. I want to plan something special for her but I want to propose now and not wait." He picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. "I guess I'm just to have to be patient for once." He grinned.

"Patrick?" She asked when she picked up the phone.

"Yeah it's me. Sorry I haven't called before but things were crazy here. But I'm going to go change and then I'll be home."

"I called a little earlier and Epiphany told me that things were crazy. Why didn't anyone call me?"

"It was crazy but we had it under control. Besides, you have worked enough for the past month to put any one of us in the grave. You need to rest." Patrick was being his overprotective self. "But I'll be home in a little bit."

"Okay. Love you."

"You too." He hung up the phone and turned to face his father. "She just worked double shifts to a straight month and she wondered why no one called her last night. It's a good thing no one called her, I would have hurt whoever had…"

Noah put a hand on Patrick's shoulder and smiled. "Robin is one lucky woman."

"I'm the lucky one."

They both began walking toward the locker room. "Can I ask you a question? Why aren't you upset that you lost this patient?"

"I am upset. I hate days like this. But Robin has helped me realize that death is apart of life. Not everyone has a genius surgeon that can bring them through everything and I learned that although saving a life is the best thing I could ever do, sometimes the person shouldn't live. I have operated and brought people through who have no one to be there to take them home and I have operated on people who fill the waiting room with family. I'm not saying that their death doesn't mean anything to me or that I'm not affected I just handle it better. Whatever happens in that operating room is meant to happen."

Noah stopped walking, overpowered with pride for the man standing in front of him. "I-uh- I'm going to go talk to the family. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Patrick nodded and continued walking down the hall and Noah watched. It brought a sense of déjà vu to him watching his son's figure disappear around the corner. It took him back to the night just a few short years ago when his son held all of the faith in the world in him, and he fell short.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the memory, and walked to tell a family he hadn't been able to save their loved one.

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Patrick sulked into the apartment, throwing his keys, cell phone, and hospital ID in the bowl next to the door. He shrugged out of his jacket, laying it over the back of the couch and unbuttoning his shirt at the neck. "Robin, I'm home."

"Hey." She said smiling and coming down the stairs. "I'm glad you're home."

"Hmmm." He mumbled and relaxed pulling her into his arms.

"You lost a patient?" She deduced and he nodded into her shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe." She tightened her own hold on him.

"She came in with a serious head injury. She was in the accident last night and they had to cut her out of the car. She came in early this morning and we took her right into surgery." He pulled back and walked around to the other side of the couch, sitting down. "We just couldn't control her bleeding."

"I'm sorry." She began rubbing his shoulders, still standing behind the couch. "Do you want me to get to you anything? A sandwich? A beer?"

"Mmm." He managed, enjoying the special treatment he was receiving.

"Why don't you go upstairs and lay down? I'll bring something up for you in a bit." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. It was obvious he was dead tired and was barely comprehending a word that she was saying.

Just the same, he stood and walked slowly up the stairs; his eyes still closed but he managed to reach the bed without running into anything that would cause too much damage. Robin followed a few minutes later, bringing him a sandwich and a small pile of chips, and that beer. However, she wasn't surprised to find him sound asleep still fully dressed. Placing the food on the night stand next to the bed, she pulled his shoes off of his feet which woke him just enough so she could pull his shirt over his head without any problems. Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, she left the room to finish watching the movie that they still had never seen the end of.

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The movie credits rolled and Robin dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "That was so sweet. They died together, holding hands." She spoke to herself. She decided that it wasn't any fun to watch a chick flick by herself. It wasn't fun without Patrick's commentary or how he picked on her when he heard her first sniffle. She remembered the first movie they had watched together and she had cried. He didn't let her live it down for days.

"Are you okay?" He glanced at her seeing the tears freely flowing down her face.

"It's just the song." She blubbered. "And his wife is standing there watching the casket…" She blew her nose into the tissue he handed her. "I think that is one of the saddest movies I have ever seen."

"It was okay."

She glared at him. "Okay? The woman lost her husband. The love of her life. And his kids…" Remembering the two young children only started waterworks once more.

"Oh no. Don't cry. I hate it when you cry." He pulled her to him and began wiping at her face. "I've changed my mind. It's definitely the saddest movie I have ever seen."

They watched that movie every now and then and she still cried every time, but the more times they watched it; she would swear she could see a few tears in his eyes as well. But he would never admit to it. He was too much of a 'man' to cry at some fake movie.

She leaned forward and put the television remote on the coffee table and sat back against the couch, looking around the room. Normally, when she had nothing better to do she cleaned. But she had done all of that last night when he was called back to the hospital and she was alone. She had continued this morning when she woke up on the couch and he still wasn't home. She had tried to wait up for him but didn't make it. But even if she had chosen to go to bed without him, it would have been on the couch. She couldn't ever sleep in that large bed by herself.

Her stomach growled and she headed toward the kitchen to find something to eat. She could fix a large dinner that would take some time but Patrick probably wouldn't be awake early enough to want to eat any of it and that would just be a waste. She could make some soup… or cereal. She spotted the box of Cocoa Puffs in the cabinet. She didn't get a chance to eat much cereal and although most of the time she tried to eat right… but the box WAS just going to waste sitting there.

Grabbing the box, a bowl, and a spoon; she poured the dry food anticipating the chocolaty flavor. She opened the refrigerator door grabbing the milk carton. "Empty." She grunted. "Patrick." Now she stared at the bowl, it was practically calling her name. Was is it you always pour the cereal before even checking to make sure there was milk? But of course, there normally is milk in a carton in the fridge, she thought to herself stubbornly. "I can always run to the store around the corner." She offered, still staring at the bowl in front of her.

She ran upstairs quickly to get her tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. She grabbed both and was on her way back out the door when she thought it smart to tell Patrick that she was leaving so if he happened to wake up, he wouldn't worry. "Patrick, babe." She rubbed his forehead and he grunted, his eyes opened in little slits. "Patrick, I'm going to run to the store really quick for some milk. Do you want me to get you anything?"

"Hm." He closed his eyes completely once more.

"I'll take that as a no." She said and kissed him on the forehead before exiting the room.

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The little bell rang above the door as she pulled it open, the cool air hitting her as she walked through. "Hey Lenny! How's Nancy doing?" She referred to his wife who she and Patrick had operated on just a few months ago.

"She's doing real good." He smiled. "She hasn't had a headache since."

"That's good to hear." She nodded at him, looking among the small isles. There was so much calling her name in here. Cookies, chips, ice cream. 'I wonder if they have fudge mocha brownie?' she caught herself thinking. Ignoring that nagging voice inside her, she walked down the toilet tissue and car fixer-upper isle to get to the cooler in the back. Grabbing a carton of milk, she walked her same route back to the front of the store.

"How is Dr. Drake?" Lenny asked as he rang up her purchase.

"He's good. He's sleeping right now. He had to work a double shift last night." Robin explained.

"All in a day's work, I guess. Saving lives all before it's time to clock out."

"Exactly." She smiled. "Bye Lenny. Tell you're wife I'm happy to hear she is getting better." She waved and was gone.

The sun had disappeared in the horizon in the few short minutes she had spent in the store; the sky was now a sea of blacks and dark purples, the stars and the moon the only light. Slowly she walked. Her thoughts full of Patrick. She hoped he was awake when she got home, they could actually spend a night at home together, alone and without any interruptions or plans. The more she thought about it, she decided to unplug the phone. She wanted a peacefully night at home with him. It had been forever since they had had one of those.

In the distance, a car came speeding around the corner knocking over a few trash cans on its way. She shook her head, thinking it was a few reckless teenagers. The car seemed to be weaving in and out of its own lane. When it hit a parked car, Robin decided she needed to make a report, but she didn't have her cell phone on her. She began to focus on the license plate "FRX…"

She hadn't been paying attention. Her body came in contact with the hard metal of the car. Her body then being pushed into the wall behind her. She felt every ounce of pain but was losing consciousness fast. Everything was foggy, everything was going black. "Patrick…" She whispered.

Everything went black.