Chapter 6

She couldn't just give up on her life like that… So she left. She stood up, looked at him for a second and left. She wasn't ready to choose. She had no idea what she was ready for, actually. So she left. Apparently, she had this 'Grey' gene in her DNA. She ran away when she felt things were getting too damn bad. And she knew… she knew it was bad to run... she knew it was against 'the rules'. But she did. She did it anyway. Just like she did with the kiss. She knew this would happen if she kissed him, but still, she did it.
She loved to play dirty, but when things were getting too miserable for her to clean, she'd run away.

He made her freak out. He knew he did. He was now lying there all alone thinking about the fact that he… he made her run away. Maybe it wasn't the right time for him to tell her his feelings. Maybe it was too late. Maybe he should've done this many years ago before she got married… before he had the twins… But now… Now there was a slight chance that it might be too late…
He sighed at these thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking this… It was too early for him to be this miserable. He looked at the clock. Yeah, well, maybe it wasn't that early. It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He stood up from his bed and went near the window. He inhaled the fresh air. It was such a beautiful day…
He felt better today. Well, medically speaking…
And then he saw something.

She was in her car.

She never actually left the hospital's parking lot. She was numb once again. She felt tired. Physically and mentally. She wanted to close her eyes and leave for a while. She couldn't take this anymore. All this choosing game. She just wanted, no, she needed a break from all of this. So she stood there lying in the driver's seat and closed her eyes inhaling the fresh air that came through the open door window.

He watched her sitting there all alone. He knew she was sad. He knew how she felt. He just wanted to go there and hug her. And that's what he did. He left the window and took a jacked over his hospital clothing. He got out of his hospital room, took the elevator and went downstairs to the hospital's parking lot. Apparently, he left unnoticed by anyone… And he knew the rounds were in more than an hour, so he took he chance.

She was still there with her eyes closed. She looked like she was sleeping, but he knew she wasn't.

"Hey!" he said, smiling. He just couldn't stop smiling every time he was looking at her.

She jumped up scared, almost hitting the top of the car with her head.

"Oh, my God! Patrick Galen Dempsey, you scared the hell out of me!" she yelled, but then she started giggling and got out of the car. She was now right beside him. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you-" but she was cut off.

He bent down and kissed her passionately. He couldn't help it. He had to. It felt right. It felt perfectly right. Their tongues were dancing together. They both felt sparks down their spines. Neither of them has ever experienced something like this. Ever. They felt safe. They were in their small bubble. Just the two of them.

"Patrick…" Ellen said pulling him back, keeping her hands on his chest. "We can't…"

"Ellen…" he replied looking at her. She wouldn't look up.

"No, Patrick. We can't… At least not here. At least not in front of people. Or paparazzi. Oh, God, what if anyone saw us?! What am I going to do?" she started rambling. And freaking out. Her heartbeat was racing and she was almost hyperventilating. She was having a small panic attack.

"Ellen. Ellen! Ellen, look at me!" he said lifting her chin up. They were looking into each other's eyes. The emerald green sea met the clear blue ocean. She was calming down. His sight made her feel safe. His hands around her made her feel protected. She felt good. She never wanted him to let her go. She placed her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and they stood like that for a few seconds until she pulled away.

"Patrick, look… we have to talk about this… we need to talk about this. But we can't. I can't… It's hard. I don't know what to do, and you're not making things better because you're looking at me. And I can't breathe. When you look at me I can't breathe. My heart stops beating. My muscles get weak. My thoughts… I can't even hear what I'm thinking." She said looking into his eyes. "But besides all of this… I have a husband. And children. I can barely cope with my life as it is…" she then took a deep breath and continued with a low voice, avoiding eye contact. "Just… just give me some time."
And saying these she climbed into the car and drove off, letting a confused and lost Patrick behind.

*AN: Hey guys, I'm SO incredibly sorry for the delay, but school has been exhausting the hell out of me. I'll try and update this every day for the folowing days so it'll be on the same chapter as the one on wattpad. Just bare with me.
Also, thank you so much for the reviews, I each and every single one of you and your passion keeps me writing, although I haven't written in a while (because of school obviously, but I can't wait for the winter break when I'll finally be able to write again)!