Authors Note-

I'm sick, ( So, don't hate me if this chapter sucks cause I keep screwing up with typos cause I sneeze every 3 seconds, LOL. The song I use in this chapter towards the end is called... "Where do you go to my lovely" By Peter Starstedt. It's a gorgeous song, I think it was released in 68' though, so the time frame between it releasing and Jude and Lucy listening to it is messed up, but oh well, lol. REVIEW!

Max set his coat down on the couch, and walked into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat.

"Lucy, I'm home!" He laughed at his own joke. No answer, complete silence.

"Wake up! Were going out to see Sadie's gig tonight, remember?" He yelled down the hall while his teeth plunged into a Macintosh apple. Max began to walk toward her room and noticed the bathroom door wide open.

"Lucy, you keep the door closed while your taking a---" Max stopped in mid sentence, he frantically ran over to Lucy's lifeless body and carried her in his arms, grabbing a towel to wrap around her bleeding wrist. As soon as the cut was fully covered and had pressure applied to it, he ran over to the telephone and quickly dialed 9-1-1.

"911, what's your emergency?" A lady operator answered.

"It's my sister! She tried to kill herself, and she is unconscious and bleeding a lot! We need an ambulance!" Max screamed frantically.

"Sir, you must calm down and tell us where you are located?"

Once Max had given her all the details, he hung up and ran back to his cold, unconscious baby sister.

"Lucy, no, you can't leave me, you are the only one in this family who gives a shit about me, I love you too much. Please Luce, open up your eyes. "

"We have contacted your parents, they are on their way, right now your sister is having a blood transfusion, she should recover soon after." Doctor Limberzon informed Max.

Max rummaged through his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of crumpled lined paper.

"0515-709-7946" Max whispered to himself, reading directly off the paper.

"Hello? Is Jude home?" He waited anxiously for Jude to come to the phone.

"Hello. Who is this?" Jude's voice rang through the opposite line.

"It's Max, didn't you get my letter Jude?" Max's voice was filled with slight anger.

"What letter? I haven't even had my mailing address forwarded over to Liverpool yet mate." Jude replied dumbfounded.

"I hate having to tell you like this, but Lucy is in the hospital..."

"She's... in the hospital? Max, is she okay? what happened?" Jude began asking question after question, Max could tell he was on the verge of tears.

"She tried to kill herself tonight, the doctor gave her a blood transfusion though, and they think shes is going to make a full recovery."

"Kill herself? That dosn't't sound like Lucy at all, I can't believe... she would do that." Jude stuttered now crying.

"She has been extremely depressed Jude, I should have been there with her, I should have seen this coming, it isn't your fault Jude, it's mine.

"No, don't say that. I'm going to go pack my stuff, I'm coming back to Manhattan tonight." He replied quickly, hanging up the phone.

The past three days had been the longest Lucy and Max had ever experienced, The doctors insisted that she stay the rest of the week in the hospital for routine observation, of course she argued, and insisted that she perfectly fine, but that proved to be wrong when she attempted to walk and fell in the first five seconds.

"Max, I'm bored." Lucy sighed.

"Well, what do you want me to do about that?" He replied looking up from his magazine.

"Can we play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Max asked with dread in his voice, he was a sore loser and he knew it.

"Checkers, I'll always beat your ass." She smirked widely.

"That's because you cheat!" He shouted back defensively.

"I do not!"

"Yes, you always have! Since we were little, you always distracted me in any little way you could, because you take advantage of my gullible ways!" Max pouted jokingly.

"Fine, be a bitch." She laughed.

"I fully, open heartedly, embrace the idea of being a bitch." Max admitted.

At that very moment there was a quiet knock on the door, if Max and Lucy were still arguing they would have never heard it.

"Come in." Lucy spoke. Her eyes widened with complete shock, she could feel the warm tears rolling down her face.

"Jude." That was the only thing Lucy could get herself to say.

"Lucy." Jude replied back, walking over to the side of her bed, kneeling down to her level. He stared into her light blue eyes and felt himself coming apart like thread. She looked so sad, the cheerful, liberated, hopeful girl he once knew had been lost inside this new persona which was silent, sad, and exhausted.

"Never leave me again Jude, I can't go through my life without you by my side, I can't move on, the regret and guiltiness has been eating me alive, I just wanted to feel your arms around me again." Lucy at this point had completely broken down, sobbing, expressing every emotion that had been built up inside of her for the past few months.

"If I knew you wanted me to come back, I would have, i just thought you wanted nothing to do with me after the whole fight we had." He replied truthfully.

"I think I am going to wait outside." Max added awkwardly.

"Come here." Lucy motioned for Jude to come lay next to her. He did exactly as she asked. She slid over to the side so that they could both fit comfortably on the bed, which wasn't going to be easy, considering the bed already felt like stones and needles pricking through your spine.

"I don't want to hurt you." Jude stated hesitantly staring at the IV she was hooked up to.

"You won't." She smiled at him. He carefully positioned himself next to her, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, and taking her hand into his, their fingers were perfectly laced together.

"I'm so sorry Luce." Jude tried so hard not to break down at that moment, he just couldn't help it, seeing Lucy in the fragile state she was in broke his heart, and hurt even more because he knew it was because of the pain he had caused her.

"Sorry isn't necessary Jude, only this is necessary." Lucy leaned in toward him and planted her soft lips lightly on his, she was too weak to do anything more than that, despite how much she wanted to. Just feeling his hand on her hip again, and his fingers twisting the ends of her hair, fulfilled all her needs.

She started smiling uncontrollably as Jude sang the lyrics of a song that was so dear to her. Jude knew that she loved it considering she spent a good five minutes talking about it on one of their first meetings.

"When you go on your summer vacation

You go to Juan-les-Pines

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

With the others of the jet-set

And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

But you never get your lips wet

Where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head."

"I missed that voice." Lucy whispered snuggling closer into his broad shoulders.