N: Short one. If it makes sense, yay! But it might not, I'm tired and not thinking clearly and these allergy drugs are making me oddly sappy. I have a few happier chapters to write, next one will be both pov's since this is just Lauren's. Enjoy and head over to goodreads to enter my current giveaway!

"She's awake, but not completely?" I stared at Dr. Fiordi. "I don't understand."

Dr. Fiordi smiled at me, "Her brain is catching up to everything. We did a few tests and things are slowly coming back to life." She looked over her shoulder at Bo laying in the bed, staring at Tamsin. "Her responses are slow, she won't be able to speak for a few days. The breathing tube caused a bit of atrophy to her vocal chords, and in a day or two, we'll see how she is physically." She let out a slow sigh, "Lauren, it's a miracle she's alive."

I nodded, folding my arms across my chest. My heart was pounding. "It's a miracle I'm taking seriously." I let out a slow frustrating breath. "When can she leave the hospital?" I wanted to take Bo back to my house, and take care of her where there wasn't so many doctors poking and prodding. Bo had been moved to a private room a few hours after she woke up, thanks to Tamsin using her cupid magic. It was quieter and made it easier to breathe and digest what was next.

"End of the week? It's up to her, Lauren. How fast she wants to heal." Dr. Fiordi gave me a comforting smile. I just nodded and frowned. I turned to look at the bed, watching Tamsin fidget over Bo. Dr. Fiordi left me, awkwardly stepping away in silence.

I whispered a thank you and walked away from the doctor. I moved to stand next to Tamsin, Bo's eyes falling on me. Her lips shifted upward in a small smile, I clenched my jaw to prevent from crying and picked up her hand. "Hey you." Bo squeezed my hand the second I wrapped my fingers in hers. I pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles. "The doctor said I can kidnap you at the end of the week. Take you home and feed you all the ravioli's you want."

Tamsin grinned, patting my back. "That's one heck of a deal, Bo." Bo's eyes moved to settle on Tamsin. I saw that Bo was in there, but her body was a few steps behind her. Tamsin leaned over, whispering in my ear. "Stop being scared, Lauren. They wouldn't have sent her back broken. Her physical body just needs to catch up to her spiritual one. Keep talking to her, she's going to need you in the next few days." The blonde stood up, stretching her arms over her head. "I'm going to go talk to the doctor and make a phone call to my boss."

I smiled, "Your boss the angel. Unbelievable." I laughed, and reached back with my free hand, grabbing Tamsin's. "Tell the angel thank you, and that I might go back to church after all this is said and done."

Tamsin clutched to my hand. "Eh, church has nothing to do with what we do." She glanced at Bo staring at us. "Love is why we do it." She winked at me, "I'll be back. Want any doughnuts?"

I chuckled, "As many as you can grab. I don't think I've actually eaten in the last few weeks."

Tamsin laughed, mumbling she would bring me all the doughnuts in the hospital. She thankfully closed the door behind her, finally leaving Bo and I alone.

I shook my head and let go of Bo's hand. When I did, she frantically reached for it. I leaned over, kissing her forehead. "I just want to open the window, this room needs fresh air and sun." Bo relaxed but kept her eyes on me as I opened the curtains and pushed the window open as far as I could. After sucking in a deep breath of clean air, I let out a slow breath. I was overwhelmed with emotions. The joy of having Bo wake up was quickly followed by doctors swarming her. I barely had time to deal with my own emotions. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, and covered my mouth to hold back the sobs wanting to fall out. I leaned forward, pressing my head on the window sill, when I felt a soft tug on the edge of my shirt. Like a little kid was trying to gain my attention. I looked down, finding it was Bo's hand pulling at the edge of my shirt. She was looking up at me with teary brown eyes.

I turned, trying to smile as I wiped away tears. "I'm fine."

Bo moved her head as if she was shaking it no, she knew I wasn't fine. She slowly reached up with a shaky hand and grabbed my forearm, pulling it as best as she could. I moved closer, covering her hand with mine. "I'm fine. I promise." I sat down in the chair Tamsin moved up to the bed, taking Bo's hand in both of mine. I glanced at Bo, her intense stare threw me off. It was as if she was silently begging me not to lie, or hide from her. I waited, until I heard a small voice, one that sounded an awful lot like Tamsin, telling me to stop being scared. "I can't stop being scared. I've been scared for weeks, and then you wake up. That relief was quickly chased away by the doctor pouring more fears on top of this beautiful miracle." I glanced at Bo, she was watching and listening. "What if I can't…"

Bo clasped my fingers, and opened her mouth to speak. "Can." Her voice was nothing more than a puff of air, but it was enough to be heard. She swallowed a few times, "We…will…" she stopped, frustrated with her vocal chords refusing to work. She gave me a soft look, a tear slipping out. I wiped it away with my thumb before it got too far. My heart fluttering at the sound of her voice, sparking a little more hope in me.

"If you think we can." I pressed my palm against her cheek. Bo turned into my touch and closed her eyes. "I need to get you out of this hospital." I had to, if I didn't get Bo out of this smothering atmosphere, I would crumble under the pressure from the doctors and their cold medical facts. I need to take Bo home, and to a place where I could keep the fear outside, and let love be the only healing science.

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Four days later –

I flicked at the newspaper pages, grumbling to myself, buried in a cup of coffee and a plate of fruit I'd not bother to touch. I was sent down to the cafeteria to eat by order of an upset cupid. I was to eat, wake up and then come up to see Bo. It seems I was neglecting my health and becoming more and more grumpy. I was just tired. Tired of coming to this stupid hospital and being greeted with nosy doctors the second I stepped into Bo's room. I hated that I had to stand in line to be with her, but I wasn't family and because of that, I was shoved to the back. This morning was the tipping point and Tamsin shoved me downstairs before I punched the young brain surgeon in the face. Treating me like I was an idiot for not knowing his ten dollar science words.

So here I was, reading Italian news and poking old fruit. Bo was getting better every day, and I was hoping today was the day I could take her home. She had sat up on her own last night, and was speaking more and more. We just had to get her legs to start working, the left one was broken but mobile, and her right one was being lazy due to the coma.

I rubbed my hands over my face, blowing out an exasperated puff of air. "So sick of this."

"Then you're in the right place, being sick and all." A strange German accented voice appeared next to me. I dropped my hands and turned to the owner. The young woman was oddly beautiful, her blue-black hair seemed to be constantly moving as if there was a breeze, but there wasn't in the stuffy cafeteria. She cocked an eyebrow at me and reached over for a strawberry. "You have to cool out on the frustration. Bo can feel it and it's making her question things."

I leaned back, "Let me guess, you're another doctor? Here to tell me that I need to leave it to the professionals and stand to the side." I shook my head, and folded up the newspaper. "I've had enough doctors for a lifetime." I went to stand up when the woman grabbed my wrist.

I glared at her, but as I looked into her eyes I was compelled to sit down. "Your eyes…they look like the galaxy."

"They have seen the galaxy." She leaned closer to me. "I'm not a doctor. I'm not a nosy human that wants to pick and pull apart the "miracle" dear Ysabeau is. I already know the miracle she is, have from the minute her soul formed from a few shattered stars and set its sights to bind with yours." The woman picked up a red grape. "I came down here to check in on you, and to do more of my fair share of meddling."

I gently pushed the plate of fruit towards the woman, "Are you an angel?" I felt silly asking the question.

The woman chuckled, "No, lucky for me and for them." She held her hand out, "I'm Atty. Sister number three of the fates. I'm the one who clipped the thread right above where Ysabeau was to die, and rewove it into yours." She winked at me, as I reluctantly took her hand. I felt the power in her touch, she was something more than an annoying doctor, or nosy bystander. "So, take it from me when I say cool out. It's all downhill from here, no matter how hard the road ahead looks."

I closed my eyes, "A snowflake into an avalanche?"

Atty chuckled, slapping my back, "Tamsin said you'd be a tough one. Always siding with the negative outlook. No, it's more like a sunset evolving into a lifetime of perfect sunrises." She turned to face me. "You have her, forever in this life and wherever your next lives take you. She's woven into your soul as your perfect love. Stop being afraid." She motioned to the ceiling, "She's not. She took on the three of us and poured her heart out. Think about it, she took on three gods and had us all teary at the end. I ran out of the room to find Poseidon to get me my scissors so I could get her back to you as quickly as possible. I'm petrified of water, especially oceans." Atty paused, searching my face. "There's something more to your fear, isn't there?" She ran her purple orange eyes over me. "You're doubtful, why?"

I sighed, shrugging. "This was my fault. I can't shake it, but I keep going back to this was all my fault. If I had stayed in Michigan, if I begged her to let me drive her to Verona, if I…."

"If, If, If." Atty grabbed my shoulder. "Did I mention that I'm one of the three gods of fate? That most of these things were woven by Cloe, my exceptionally odd sister, to bring you to this moment? However extravagantly awkward it turned out to be, you needed to take this path. Bo need to take her path." She paused, before huffing and yanking out a small notebook from her back pocket. She flipped it open and jammed a finger in one page. "See, it's not your fault. It's ours, if you must place blame to make yourself feel better." She ran her finger down lines written in a language I couldn't read, "This is you before you ever encountered Ysabeau. Love was a mild notion for you, never really intriguing you more than your love of food." She tapped a spot where the ancient writing turned a pale red, "This is the day you met her, and didn't things start to make sense? The red is where your soul fell in love with Ysabeau well before your conscious mind caught up." She directed me to more writing where the red turned even darker in shade.

I nodded slowly, "They did. Life seemed different after meeting Bo, and wasn't the same until she came back into my life."

I turned, meeting Atty's eyes boring into my soul as she gave me a tight-lipped smile. "It's sad to say that we don't see any of you as people, just souls and energy. But it's how we work." She moved her hand over a few pages, "Your language of love formed the day you met Bo. All you need to do is use it, Lauren. She's never going to leave you. Even if you forget to let the dog out or send off the wedding thank you cards. But your frustration and anger is slowing her down, the uniting of her physical and spiritual bodies. Ignore the humans with their stupid cravings for scientific answers, look in her eyes and that's all you'll ever need to be. You're buried deep in her heart, as she is in yours, Lauren." She slapped her notebook shut and tucked it away in a back pocket.

I remained silent, letting Atty's words sink in. "I'm just a chef, why are all these gods, angels, and cupids interested in me?" I looked up, her advice was shifting my thoughts. My fears were lessening.

Atty winked at me, grinning. "You're not just a chef, Lauren. You're important. And when you fully bond with Ysabeau, you'll see. You'll see how the world looks to you, and you'll see why we're so interested in you." She stood up, taking the last piece of fruit on my plate. "I can see you're starting to believe me." She patted me on the shoulder, "Maybe you should go upstairs, and check in on Ysabeau. I think you'll be surprised how fast this all works when you believe."

I smiled tightly, standing up to collect my dishes and newspaper. As I turned around to ask Atty to come with me, I found I was completely alone in the cafeteria. There wasn't even a trace of someone ever sitting next to me.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, I would've cast these experiences off as lack of sleep for an extended period of time, hallucinations even. But Tamsin had proven over and over that the gods were meddling and I was to take it damn serious.

I rode up in the elevator, carrying a small bag of treats for Tamsin and a bouquet of wildflowers for Bo I bought at the café right outside the hospital. Atty's words rolled around in my head, oddly chasing out the noise of the doctors and skeptics I'd been listening to. I plainly focused on Bo, and how much I loved her, even if I had no solid explanation why. I just did. I simply loved her and thinking about it made me smile for the first time in weeks.

After walking out of the elevator, I turned down the hall. I could hear Tamsin's voice, telling a random story to Bo. It had become habit for the blonde cupid, she would tell Bo random failed cupid missions to keep a voice in her mind while she was in her coma. It carried on after she woke up, probably because Tamsin had a very captive audience that didn't tell her to shut up and go away like I did. I chuckled and tipped my head down as I walked into the room. "Tamsin, how many times are you going to tell her that stupid Elizabeth Taylor story? About her rising from the ashes to greet Richard Burton on the set of Cleopatra."

Tamsin huffed, "It's especially relevant today, Lauren." The tone in her voice made me raise my head up. Bo was standing next to Tamsin, on her own two feet holding onto her arm for balance. "Bo felt today was the day she wanted to stand up and do this." She smiled, looking at Bo, "Go ahead, I'll be right behind you."

Bo smiled and took a steady, wobbly step. Her cast making it hard for her to shuffle. I tossed the flowers and bag of treats on the bed and rushed towards Bo. She shook her head, and glanced at Tamsin. Tamsin smiled at me, "She wants to do this herself." She squinted at me, "You had a talk with Atty, didn't you? This is why Bo suddenly went from mopey to newborn calf wanting to walk."

I waved Tamsin off, focused on Bo. "Shut up for a second." I rolled my eyes as I took a slow step towards Bo, "Yes, Atty found me." I turned back to Bo while Tamsin did a small fist pump of victory, smiling as my eyes welled up. She held her hand out to me, and whispered, "Lauren?"

I grinned, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Yes?"

She slipped her other arm free from Tamsin and reached for me. "Hug?"

I broke down, closing the few steps left between us and scooped Bo up into my arms. "For you, anytime." I felt her arms wrap around me, pulling me into her body as she laid her head on my shoulder. I looked at Tamsin who was wiping her cheeks and waving me away from looking at her.

I closed my eyes, breathing Bo in deeply when I heard in the smallest voice next to my ear, "You believe." I broke down, nodding against her shoulder. My tears staining her hospital gown, "I do."

Bo hugged me harder until she leaned back, her eyes on the white bag on the end of the bed. She licked her lips and smiled, "Can I eat one?" She swallowed, her vocal chords still sore, "Please?"

I laughed, grabbing the sides of her face and kissing her softly. "You can have the whole damn bag." Bo smiled as Tamsin groaned and flopped dramatically down into the chair. I gave her a dirty look and guided Bo to sit on the edge of the bed next to me as I dug around for a small croissant and tore a piece off, handing it to Bo.

I watched her eat it slowly, but enjoying every little bite of it. Tamsin gave me a knowing look, "You really do believe it, don't you?" I shrugged as she huffed and leaned forward. "If you'd listen to me when she woke up, we'd be taking her back to your house tonight." She glanced at Bo, "I felt it the second your heart finally let go. A second later, this one wanted to walk and find you. There's your proof. Cloe and Lachesis have finished weaving your thread. Now it's up to you to take charge and heal her. Then piss off into the sunset riding ponies. And I can finally take that vacation…" She leaned back, huffing.

"Tamsin." Bo spoke softly, but her tone was firm. "Be nice."

I smirked, leaning into Bo as Tamsin gave us both a dirty look and closed her eyes. "They better give me a raise for this."