Everything was a blur. She didn't know anything else existed other than the man who was dying underneath her very hands. It was as though the world had stopped moving and time stood still. Never had this scenario entered her mind.

Never.

Images of their small time together at the Centre flashed through her mind. When they first met. Kissing him for the first time. Hugging each other after Faiths death. And all the little moments that she had forgotten came rushing back in a flood of images and emotions. They were flooding her brain as the blood flooded from Jarod's.

Parker had always known that Jarod would have lied to her. She had always known he would. Her father….Mr. Parker had told her as much over her life. But it was this one lie that she could not accept. One she could not handle. Anything but this lie.

After her mother's death she had spoken to Jarod about suicide. About ending her life.

Jarod had talked her out of it, made her feel better. When she promised him that she would never do it, she had asked him to promise the same thing. Jarod had looked around nervously at the promise she asked of him.

At the young she didn't know what was being done to Jarod fully. Understanding something evil like the Centre was hard to grasp even now as an adult, let alone at the age of eleven.

She had pushed him and threatened him enough that he had eventually smiled his smile…the smile that lit up his whole face.

'I promise Miss Parker'

He had lied.

Only when hands were pulling her away from Jarod did she come back to her surroundings. She had been giving him CPR the whole time, and had done so until the hands of the paramedics were replacing her.

They didn't take long in immediately putting him on a gurney and rushing him downstairs. Parker followed on instinct, keeping her eyes on Jarod the whole time. Climbing in with him in the ambulance all she could do was watch as the paramedic worked on Jarod. Trying to access the damage and trying to stop the blood.

Broots and Sydney had completely fallen from her mind. But they had been left behind as police officers had arrived at the scene as well. Broots had made up a story about being his 'friend' coming to visit him, and finding him like that. It felt like a total lie to him to even consider himself a 'friend'. But it was the only way for them to keep the Centre's involvement out of what happened.

Sydney was a mess. He was crying helplessly. The police officer had asked him his relationship to the man and Sydney had answered from his heart.

"He's my son."

Broots had looked at Sydney at the reply he given the officer. The officer had sighed and lowered his head and said he was sorry.

Broots had to look away as the truth to his words sunk in. Broots had never thought of Jarod as Sydney's son. But it was the truth in essence. He had raised Jarod. Taught him everything he knew.

Broots let out a few tears as he talked to the officer that was questioning him.

Today was the day that Broots would remember till the day he died. The day when Jarod….gave up.

But Parker didn't know any of this. All she knew was that Jarod was dying…and it was her fault.

She had done this to him. After the promise that she had made him take, she had been the one to make him break it.

She should have never chased him from the very beginning. She should have said no. She should have done soo many things, soo many times over the years, but she had never done anything.

This was the price she would have to pay.

The payment of selling her soul to the devil and living…this was what he would take from her.

Crying silently she just looked on as the paramedic struggled to keep Jarod alive.

Arriving at the hospital didn't even register with her, following Jarod almost blindly until someone stopped her from going into the operating room.

"Mame I'm sorry you have to stay out here."

It was only when she couldn't follow Jarod that she snapped back into reality. Looking at the nurse with her famous glare she said four words.

"The hell I can't." Parker again tried to follow Jarod but again the nurse held her back.

"Mame that's a sterile room and you can't go in."

"WHAT THE HELL I'M I SUPPOSE TO DO THEN!" She yelled out hysterically.

She wanted to be with him. She wanted to hold his hand. To tell him he was going to be alright. That everything was going to be alright.

"Mame right now I need you to tell me his medical history. ANY thing that could help us."

Parker's face was contorting as she looked up to the ceiling.

Before she could answer a doctor came out of the operating room.

"Mame are you with the gentlemen that was just brought in?"

Immediately Parker was in front of the doctor nodding her head as tears spilled out.

The doctor sighed.

"Ok…well it doesn't look too good. He's lost a vast amount of blood so we're going to….."

Before he could finish Parker was tearing at her sleeve.

"He's AB negative like me. You can take my blood." Parker said as she flexed her arm and hand waiting for a syringe to be poked into her.

When the nurse didn't move her head came up and she snarled at the woman.

"MOVE!"

The nurse jumped and was soon getting the bag to fill.

"That's a very rare blood type. Is there anything else you can tell us…."

Parker's head snapped up enraged.

"NO I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING! I CAN BARELY BREATHE!"

She yelled as new tears continued to come.

The bag filled easily with her pumping her hand. She felt woozy and the nurse was about to walk away when Parker grabbed her.

"I can do another one."

"Mame your only allowed…."

"HE NEEDS IT MORE THAN I DO!"

"Mame you…."

"MY BLOOD MEANS NOTHING WITHOUT HIM…." Parker yelled out into the face of the nurse. Her eyes became wild with the honesty that she spoke.

The nurse stared into her shiny blue eyes and then turned to the doctor. The doctor let out a heavy sigh and looked over at the woman and crossed his arms.

"I'll only allow it if you sit down and start drinking some liquids…and because he really needs it."

Parker didn't waste any time so that the doctor couldn't change his mind. Quickly she was led to where the nurse could draw the blood.

It was here where Broots and Sydney found her. The nurse had run the blood into the O.R. a half an hour ago and she was sitting there wringing her hands together.

"What's going on?" Broots asked Miss Parker.

Parker stood and ran her hands through her hair.

"I don't know. He's been in there for an hour." She began to pace the hallway, her heels clicking on the hospital floor.

Parker didn't look into their eye's, she was still crying. Trying to control her emotions was proving extremely difficult. Her mind kept going back to how she found him. Reliving it over and over.

Squeezing her eyes shut she tried to push the images away, but they wouldn't leave her.

Suddenly the doors opened and a different doctor from the one before came out with scrubs on and approached the trio.

"I'm happy to say that we were able to stop the bleeding."

Parker knew there was a but, Broots and Sydney let out a sigh at the news, she knew something had happened.

"What happened?" She managed to whisper out the question.

The doctor put his hands on his hips and looked down as he let out a huge sigh.

"He went into a coma. He's being assisted with machines in breathing. We don't know if he's going to make it through the day. Let alone the week." After saying this he allowed himself to look up into their eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Parker closed her eyes tightly at the news. Sydney covered his eyes with his hands and cried. Broots was the only one that was able to talk.

"When….When can we see him?"

"He'll be transferred to the 3rd floor. He should be up there in about ten minutes."

With that the doctor turned and entered the O.R. again.

Sydney crumbled to the floor and Parker and Broots were instantly by his side as the tears poured out of him.

Parker looked at Sydney for the first time since they arrived and saw the blood that covered his under shirt and the look in his eyes.

It was like he was dead on the inside. That happy gleam that he had always had in his eyes was gone.

Jarod had been that gleam.

She realized that now.

Closing her eyes she rocked Sydney in her arms back and forth as they both cried.

Parker prayed for the first time in God knows how long. Praying that this was all a nightmare, that this wasn't really happening. That Jarod was really sitting on the beach somewhere smiling to himself as the sunshine hit his face.

Parker buried her head in Sydney's neck, letting herself cry in his hold.

Broots slid down the wall to the floor and just looked at the two crying together. He let some tears fall as he cried for a man that he really didn't know. A man that he admired and even at time aspired to be.

He cried for Jarod…..the pretender…who couldn't pretend anymore.