Hey, I'm sorry for not posting any chapters since January or so... For a while I've moved this story to wattpad because I found it more appealing; I even considered deleting my entries here. However, I thought I should continue with it here as well, so here's chapter 3.
I already have 6 more chapters written, so you might get dialy or every other day updates, for a while, depending on the amount of reviews a chapter
Enjoy! (:

Right at that time the paramedics came and opened the door with an extractor. They pulled Patrick out of there and placed him on a stretcher.

At the same time one of them asked Ellen:

"For how much time was he unconscious?"

"He was conscious like three minutes ago, then we heard the ambulance and he…" but she couldn't say anything more, her tears were now streaming down her face more than ever.

They had immediately placed the stretcher into the ambulance and they were ready to go.

"Wait, I'm coming with you!" Ellen yelled and was almost ready to get into the ambulance.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't." a woman said. Then the doors were closed and the ambulance drove off.

She immediately jumped into her car and followed the ambulance. On her way there her phone rang. She noticed she was missing for an hour from home and she only told Chris she'll be home in a few minutes. She chose to ignore the call, instead. She didn't want him to worry.

In fact, she didn't want to burst up in tears and reveal her real feelings for Patrick. She didn't want him to get hurt. She loved him, really, but he wasn't the one for her. Each time Patrick entered the room, said something funny or even looked at her she smiled and giggled, she always had sparks in her eyes when she was with him. This wasn't happening anymore with her and Chris. She tried to conceal her feelings so much, she herself didn't know what she was feeling anymore. She knew she had two beautiful daughters and she also knew he had three kids, but now with his divorce she felt she had a chance, even though she never really knew if he felt the same for her. But she hoped he did. She fell for him since their first meeting. And then the elevator kiss scene came. And the exam room scene. And everything after that.

The noise of an ambulance brought her back to reality. She had finally arrived at the hospital.

They took Patrick to the ER. She was supposed to remain in the waiting room, but she couldn't wait anymore. She was worried. She wanted to know something, for God's sake!

Finally she saw a nurse coming towards her. She had a neutral look on her face so she didn't know what to think of. What if he's dead? He couldn't be dead. She didn't want him to be dead. She didn't want him to be dead without knowing she loved him. She was scared now. She was so scared and he wasn't there to hug her like he used to do before they had an awkward scene to film, or when she was nervous. He seemed to care for her, but she thought he was only being polite. It never occurred to her that he might love her back. But now, all she cared about was for him to be alive. She didn't care if he loved her or not. She only wanted him to be alive so she could see his beautiful blue eyes again.

"You're waiting for some news about your boyfriend, aren't you?" the nurse said waking her up from thinking.

"Oh... yeah… but, well, he's not my boyfriend." She somehow liked how that sounded like: 'my boyfriend', but she continued "He's my co-worker. Is he good? What happened to him? Is he going to make it?" she asked with desperation in her eyes.

"Well, he's stable… for now. He wasn't injured really badly except for an internal bleeding which was fixed during the surgery. He's okay and he's going to make it." Said the nurse, smiling at her. "You may come and see him if you want to."

"Yes, of course I do." she said without hesitation.

They entered his room.

"He'll be up in a few minutes" the nurse assured her, and then she left the room.

She stood next to his bed on the visitor's chair. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it really hard. She then leaned down and placed her forehead on his hand and sobbed and started jawing. She knew he'd wake up but she couldn't resist the pain anymore. She just didn't want to lose him.

"Patrick, please, I know you probably don't hear me, but please wake up. I know I've never told you this, even though I wanted to, even though I've always felt something, and… I… I l-" but she was interrupted by his voice.

"El-Ellen? I-is that you?" he asked with a tired voice.

She didn't say anything she just looked up and hugged him really tight. She stood there like that, hugging him, for a few time, then she let go. She got up and looked at him. He seemed tired, but his beautiful blue eyes were looking at her filled with astonishment because of her beauty. They were looking in each other's eyes now.

She couldn't help it anymore. She cupped his face with her hands, leaned in fast and kissed him. Their lips combined perfectly, like that's how it was supposed to be. Like they were meant for each other. Their kiss was getting extremely passionate and just when Ellen felt Patrick's tongue asking for permission to get into her mouth she realised what she was doing.

"Oh, God!" she said as she got up. "I'm so sorry, Patrick! Oh, God, I shouldn't have done that! I.. I'm sorry. I'd better go away"

She was freaking out. "What if I scared him? What if he wasn't feeling the same for me?" she was thinking. She took her bag and turned the handle to open the door.

He wanted so much to get up and hold her tight, but he couldn't so he yelled at her.

"Ellen, wait! Wait, don't leave!"

She heard him, but she couldn't go back, she was too scared. She almost ran out of the hospital and headed to her car. She drove home feeling guilty and just when she pulled over into her driveway she remembered.

"Oh, shit!" she searched for her phone, unlocked it and saw there several messages and missed calls from Chris. "God, what am I going to tell him now?"

She then got out of the car, took her bag and just when she reached the door handle to enter the house, her phone buzzed.

New message from: Patrick

"Hey, come see me tomorrow. I really wanna talk to you. Please stop being scared. "

She read the message and then deleted it. She didn't know what to respond but she thought she'll go see him the next day, though. She also wanted to talk to him. She wanted to clear things up, but first she needed to do that with Chris so she placed her phone in her pocket and entered the house.