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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 Eleven: Only One Woman

The two stood awkwardly in the elevator as it raised each level; higher and higher, closer and closer to their destination. Both were visibly nervous and anxious; he was pacing back and forth in the tiny area and her eyes followed his moving form as she fidgeted with her hands. Both were desperately trying to find a way to blame the other for all of this, it was what they did best. They fought and bickered, blaming each other for every little thing but they always came out of the situation on top of things. But this was different. The truth was, the only one to blame for any of this was the maniac behind the wheel and they hadn't found them yet. Like everyone else in town, the two were ready and willing to make the culprit pay. They were smart, whoever they were, to stay hidden.

The two practically ran off the elevator when the metallic doors reached their floor. "Okay, keep me posted." They watched as thee man before them closed his cell phone and turned, spotting them. "Robert? Anna? What are the two of you doing here?"

"Our daughter is in the hospital, Mac. Where else would we be?" Robert asked, slightly annoyed.

"Forgive me for being surprised. You haven't exactly been around much in the last fifteen years." Mac spat, still extremely angry that his brother let them all think he had died.

"Mac, as much as I agree with," Anna began, interrupting what was sure to be an argument, "now isn't exactly the time or the place to be having this conversation." She paused for a moment glancing from one man to the other still prepared to separate them if need be. Finally taking a deep breathe as if preparing herself for what she was going to hear. "How is she?"

Glancing for only a second more at his brother Mac spoke, "She still hasn't woke up." He explained to her parents what he had been told; explaining all about the accident and the prognosis. "No one knows what she hasn't opened her eyes yet." He said sadly, his eyes falling.

"But she's going to be alright thought? She will wake up eventually, right?" Anna asked worriedly. "Right?"

"We really don't know right now." It was so hard to repeat all of this information. Speaking it made it all seem that much more real. "It's not up to us… robin is the only one who can bring herself out of this."

"Why weren't we contacted as soon as all of this happened? Our daughter is in the hospital fighting for her life and we weren't notified immediately…" Robert began ranting, not taking into account the crazy emotional rollercoaster they had been on for the past week and his secretive career. He wasn't exactly the easiest man to get a hold of.

"As you can guess, things have been a little crazy around here. I have been spending every last minute at the station hunting this guys down and Patrick probably thought I would handle…" Mac interrupted Robert only to be interrupted himself.

"How is Dr. Drake handling all of this?" Robert wondered.

Mac averted his eyes to the floor. "Not well." He spoke truthfully. "He has spent every minute at her side. He hasn't even been working… Noah finally talked him into going home for the night," He glanced at his watch, "I'm actually surprised he isn't here already." As if on cue, the elevator signaled its arrival and when the doors slid open a moment later, the tall man in question appeared and stepped out with his father at his side.

"Morning." Patrick said mechanically. He nodded and shook Mac's hand.

"You remember Robin's father, Robert." Mac placed his hand on Patrick's should as he once again nodded in Robert's direction. "And this is Robin's mother, Anna."

Patrick was taken back by just how much Robin and her mother looked alike. They had the same dark hair and eyes. It was obvious that Anna was just barely taller than Robin. They had the same smile…

"It's nice to finally meet you." Anna gave him a small, sad smile before pulling him into a hug. She was finally meeting the man that her daughter talked about so frequently and was so in love with. It was obvious why Robin was attracted to him physically. He was definitely easy on the eyes and his height was a definite advantage. But she also noticed that despite spending the night at home, he hadn't gotten much sleep. He had a sad far off, tired, look on his face and in his face and she was certain it wouldn't go away until Robin opened her beautiful eyes.

Pulling out of the woman's embrace, he turned toward Mac. "Has the doctor been in to see her yet this morning?" Everything and everyone disappeared, lost all importance, took a back seat when it came to Robin.

Mac shook his head, disappointed. This whole situation was so unnatural. No one should ever have to feel such pain. They all wanted so badly for her to wake up or for her to show some sign that she was okay or maybe that she understood what they were telling her; that she was fighting for them. This was definitely the hardest part; waiting, watching, hoping. Patrick nodded his head knowing that once again he let his hopes get up to high. He glanced at each person in the tiny group sadly before turning and walking in the direction of her room.

"He walked every inch of his apartment last night, didn't get an ounce of sleep. I couldn't get him to eat anything." Noah stated, worried for his son. He was afraid that if Robin didn't wake up soon, Patrick would lose himself also.

"Patrick?" Noah spoke as he stepped out of the apartment and onto the terrace, standing next to his son. "Here," he placed a plate next to Patrick clasped hands lying on the ledge, "eat something."

Patrick didn't take his eyes off the sunset in the distance to look at his father, and just shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

"You have to keep your strength up and take care of yourself…" Noah began.

"I don't want or need a lecture from you." Patrick said coldly, still looking off in the distance.

Noah nodded in understanding as he turned and leaned his back against the railing, putting his hands in his pockets. They stood for a few moments content in saying nothing. It was Noah who spoke up first. "Why don't we go inside?"

At the sound of his father's voice, Patrick stiffened and stood up straight placing his own hands in his pockets. "We used to stand out here for hours at a time." He said quietly. "I can't tell you how many times I came home and found her sitting right there," He motioned at the nearby chair, "watching the sunset and occasionally even the sunrise." Noah heard the emotion in his voice and could see the tears shining in his eyes. "Everything I see or touch reminds me of her. I can't handle that right now; not tonight." He was trying with all that he had to hide the emotion in his voice but knew he was failing miserably.

"Patrick, son, she isn't gone yet. She is still holding on; fighting." Noah was grasping for anything to say that would help, that would take away some of the pain but just as all the times before, he was coming up empty.

"There is just so much of her everywhere." Patrick glanced through the glass door and into his apartment. "There are so many subtle things that have changed because of her. Whether it is the food in my kitchen or the laundry detergent I use." He gave a slight smile, the first in days. "We argued for almost an hour one night because she didn't like the detergent I used. She said it didn't smell right and her clothes didn't have their normal 'fluffiness.'" He shook his head at the memory, the smile fading. "It all seems like such a waste of time now…"

"Don't say that!" Noah scolded him. "That is something that is shared between the two of you. Only you know why the detergent isle at the grocery store would make you smile on your worst day." Noah's voice softened, "It's only when memories are all you have that you understand their importance."

Patrick had that same far off look in his eyes but he spoke softly, "Her clothes are in my closet and her shampoo in his my shower… I haven't spent a night without her here in such a long time. Even when she was working night, I knew she would be coming here after her shift." He took a shaky breath. "I keep expecting her to walk through that door with that same tired smile on her face, wanting to take care of me. And that's not going to happen." He paused, his teary eyes locking with his father's, "And there isn't a damn thing I can do about it."

"Let me try to talk to him." Anna said softly, seeming lost in thought. Maybe she could get through to him. "But first, I want to see my little girl."

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He stood outside, looking in through the window watching her parents standing at her side for the first time. Her mother sat in the very chair he had occupied for most of the last week, her father standing off to the side watching them both. Anyone could see the desperation in the gray haired man's eyes. His little girl was lying before him. He wanted to be her father, her hero and bring her back to all of them. It was in his job description… but he couldn't. Patrick knew it was the same look of desperation that could be seen in his eyes. Although in a different way, they both loved that woman more than anything.

They all just wanted this nightmare to be over. They were all so tired of the long nights, the stress, the worrying. It was starting to eat them all up inside. That and the added worry of finding the person responsible for all of this was weighing heavily on their minds.

"Patrick?" Noah spoke up from behind him. He took his attention for the happenings in the room in front of him and placed himself in the nearby chair. "We have Robin's latest test results."

"And…" Patrick asked roughly, already knowing that what he was going to be told wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Noah sighed heavily and took a seat next to his son. "Nothing has changed. The scans say her neurological function is as strong as ever."

Patrick nodded, not what he wanted to hear. At least if something was wrong there would be a reason for why she still hadn't woken up, why she hadn't come back to all of them. He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. "So we still don't know why she is in the coma." He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was so tired of replaying the whole situation in his head. Knowing he drove right by the accident and didn't stop, knowing that he was helpless. He was tired of hearing that the test results showed no answer… He was just tired. He wanted her to wake up, he wanted to take her home, he wanted this nightmare to be over. So many times he watched families in this same position, sitting in these same chairs while he told them the same news that he kept hearing. He watched as husband and wives, mothers and fathers begged, pleaded for the answers that he couldn't give them and now he was in their position watching as they slowly slid farther and farther away from finding their answer.

"I know how things look right now…" Noah began but he didn't continue. For once he was going to just let the information sink in without trying to decipher it and without trying to make it all seem better for Patrick. He was a doctor, this was his specialty, he knew what it all meant.

"I just want her to wake up." His eyes pleaded with his father's to do something but it was hopeless. Robin was the one in control.

Noah placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulled Patrick crying and upset form against his own. He held his son for the first time, in the middle of the hallway while he grieved for what he could only hope he would get to share with the only woman he had ever loved.