I know, it has been far too long since I have written for this fic and I really do apologise. However, I am back in the swing of writing so I will be updating regularly! Sorry if the writing is a little rusty; I think it has been almost a year since I wrote this thing :)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters so don't sue me!!!

Perspective: Michael

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"MARIA! MARIA!"

Michael ran through the hospital doors barging past anyone remotely close to him. He scanned the entrance which was full of hardback orange chairs arranged in neat lines and people began to turn and stare at him in bewilderment.

He headed towards the nearest corridor on his right, she had to be here somewhere and he was starting to lose control.

"MARIA!" his voice cracked as he strode forwards.

A small plump nurse bustled in front of him, he tried to dodge around her but she pushed him back firmly with the palm of her hand.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you?"

Michael looked down at her, she was probably a foot shorter than he was but he could hear the authoritative tone in her voice.

"I'm looking for Maria; she's been in a car accident. I need to find her she…"

"What is her Surname Sir?" she interrupted sternly

"DeLuca, its DeLuca"

"Right, will you please follow me to the front desk and I will find out where she is"

Michael knew he would lose crucial time trying to find her himself so he followed the nurse hastily to the front desk.

"MICHAEL!" he heard a shriek from the entrance and saw Amy DeLuca burst through the doors. Her purple scarf was trailing from her handbag which was swinging off her left shoulder. "Where's my baby?"

"Right this way" the nurse responded automatically looking up from her computer.

Michael put his arm around Amy's shoulder and guided her behind the nurse who had already sped off down the corridor.

"Oh god, oh god…my baby girl"

Michael wanted to say something to reassure her but his throat was dry and he couldn't speak. What would he do if she… he couldn't even think it. She was all he had. His grip tightened around Amy's shoulder as the nurse stopped to whisper into a tall black mans ear. The man nodded and his eyes flickered towards Michael and Amy.

He wore glasses with dark black frames and pushed them up his nose as he walked towards them. He extended his hand.

"Hello, I am Doctor Hale are you Miss DeLuca's mother?"

"Yes…yes. Amy DeLuca, Maria's mother." Michael stared straight at the doctor while Amy began to sob loudly; she lent forward and grabbed Doctor Hale's hand "please where is my baby?"

"Maria has some very extensive injuries; however she is in a stable condition at the moment." The doctors eyes bounced from Michaels to Amy's as he spoke "We are waiting for a few test results to come back to see if she requires any surgery."

"Oh god…where is she? Can we see her?" Amy was already franticly scanning the corridor for her daughter.

"This way please Ms DeLuca" Doctor Hale caught her elbow and guided her down past the waiting rooms to a room at the end of the corridor. Michael hadn't moved an inch; suddenly the smell of cleaning products overwhelmed his nose and every foot that squeaked on the newly cleaned floor sounded like thunder clapping.

He shut his eyes and prayed this was some sort of sick nightmare that he was going to wake up from.

"Michael?" Amy's voice was softer, much calmer; he opened his eyes and she was standing in front of him. Her eyes were moist and she looked up at him.

"She needs both of us"

Michael swallowed quickly and nodded his head. He had never felt so numb before in his life. Amy grabbed his hand and led him down the corridor, when they reached the room at the end they both stopped outside the door. The blinds on the door were shut so he couldn't see her. His breathing became more rapid and he tried to control it as Amy pushed open the door.

Michael walked forwards after Amy; sunlight was pouring into the room and in the centre Maria lay perfectly still on crisp white sheets. Michael took three large strides towards her bed and blinked quickly.

He instantly felt sick; Maria's whole face was covered in bright purple bruises. Above her eyebrow was a cut that had been stitched up, her hair was matted where the blood had flown through it. Her tiny arm was dwarfed in a large white cast. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could he let this happen? He was supposed to protect her!

He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her hand. He leant forwards and gently moved a strand of hair off of her forehead, he whispered quietly into her ear

"Please…please don't leave me"

7 HOURS LATER

Michael had barely moved from his position since he arrived; only when the nurses came to check on Maria would he move from the bed, still hovering close by.

Amy had begrudgingly left with Liz who insisted she eat and drink something; Michael promised to inform them straight away if anything changed.

He held Maria's hand, stroking it softly, silently praying for her to wake up. He heard someone enter the room but his eyes didn't shift from her face. When he heard a coffee cup being set down on the window ledge, he knew it was Max.

"I brought you some more coffee" he heard Max mutter. Michael remained silent; he always left the coffee cold and untouched. "Or I could get you a cold drink if you would prefer…"

Michael finally looked up at Max, his face was blank but honest "I don't blame you Max"

Max was looking at the floor; his eyes were closed as though he were punishing himself internally.

"I tried to heal her Michael…Iz and I should have told you about losing our powers…I…I'm so sorry…"

"Maxwell" Michael interrupted sharply "If it's anyone's fault its mine. I should have been with her. I shouldn't have left. She wasn't feeling well, I knew that and I still left her. I should have protected her…" Michael could feel his voice growing louder and louder "I can't lose her Max"

He lent forward over Maria's hand as tears spilled down his face. He was losing control and he didn't care, nothing mattered without her. He felt Max squeeze his shoulder as his tears flowed onto the white sheets.

He looked up when someone coughed. Doctor Hale was standing at the door with a clip board so he hastily wiped his face with the back of his hand and stood up quickly.

"What is the matter doctor? Is something wrong?"

Doctor Hale walked towards Michael and Max and glanced down at his clipboard again.

"As you know we ran some tests Mr Guerin." He stopped and looked up at Michael who was standing rigidly, waiting for bad news

"Come on Doc; just give it to me straight."

"Maria is pregnant Mr Guerin."