As soon as he heard the echo of her petrified voice, he knew something had to be done.

"Patrick-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

And that was all he needed.

Hands firmly gripped to the wheel, he spun the two of them out of harm's way. All he could hear was Robin's wailing voice; her small, fragile hands clutching the panic bar for dear life, holding on with all her strength. The whole time, she was just praying that whatever may or may not be growing inside her would be okay. All he could see were two bright, yellow lights, beaming into his eyes as if they were lasers, permanently imprinting themselves onto his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut, spun the wheel for the three seconds counted softly in his head, and then hit the brakes to see where they had ended up.

They were in a small ditch on the highway. The car had suffered some minor damage, maybe a dent here or there. But the greatest thing to come out of it all was that Robin, the love of his life, was ok. With a gentle touch, he stroked her frail arms, and tried to understand what she felt, hoping to gain a response. Her face was white as a sheet, but she seemed to react to his touch. As soon as he had made contact with her almost nonexistent body, she had clutched her tiny fingers around his hand, with never a thought of letting go.

"R-Robin? It's, It's okay, everything's gonna be ok," he said with a tender tone to his voice. "We're gonna be okay baby, we're gonna be okay."

She laid her head across his chest, and silently sobbed, letting her tears soak into his blue cotton shirt.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------They sat in silence like this for a total of 6 ½ minutes, embracing each other's company. Wailing sirens were soon heard, distant, but growing louder as the ambulances approached. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but knew it was best to just cooperate with the medics.

"Are you both okay, sir?"

"Umm…y-yea, I think we're gonna be fine," Patrick shakily responded. "Robin? Babe, he wants to know if you're okay."

When she didn't immediately respond, he instinctively thought she might be going into shock. But about a couple moments later, she replied with an insecure-sounding, "Yea, I-I guess so…yes, I'm fine."

"Well, we'll give you the once-over just to make sure, okay?"

Neither was up for it, but it was standard procedure, and it would look pretty bad for the two surgeons to be arguing with the EMTs. They had no other choice but to obey.

After their examination, they returned to the car, which had been towed out of the ditch. Almost unsure of himself, Patrick turned towards Robin.

"You know what babe? We should just go home for the night," he hesitantly said. At one point, he had the urge to be ignorant and continue on with their original plans. But when he remembered how terrified she had looked, he decided otherwise.

"No…n-no, I wanna go…" she replied shakily.

"Robin, do you realize what just almost happened?! We could've been on out way to GH right now instead of back home. Aren't you at least grateful for that—No, no, no. I'm sorry I yelled," he said as he caught himself. "But I really think we should just take the rest of the night off."

"Patrick, I'm glad you're concerned for me and all, but if you'd just listen to me for a sec…I'm extremely grateful that we didn't crash, but if I bail out now, I'm never wanna get in that car with you again, and I know you're gonna end up regretting that, so please, let's just go."

"…Alright…if that's really what you want."

"Thank you."

He kindly held the dented car door open, closed it behind her, and made his way back to the driver's side. As he did, he pulled a small box out of his inside jacket pocket. Before he was able to open it, however, there was a sudden flash of lights, coming from the street before him. Seeing the lights made him feel almost unreal, as he zoned out. He remembered those lights coming head on at his car, remembered the petrified screams of his Robin.

But then, he flinched, and was soon again surrounded by the chilly April air.

Wrapping his jacket around him, he stared down at the box once again. When he opened it, he revealed a beautiful ring. It had belonged to his mother, and his father had been ecstatic when Patrick had shown up on his doorstep asking for it. Noah had known from the beginning that Robin was the one. There was no doubt in his mind that she deserved that ring more than anyone in the world, and was happy to give it to his son.

"Well, guess this just wasn't the best night, huh."

And with that, the box was closed.

Patrick could only hope there would be another chance.

But considering that night's happenings, he didn't know it either of them would ever go back to the way things used to be.