A/N: So, I believe this chapter is long overdue. I've waited a long time because I didn't want to do the research required if I wanted to make it accurate. I hope you guys like this chapter! It's longer than the last one so that always makes me happy. :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Psych or any of it's characters. That's the reward Steve Franks gets for his effort to keep Shawn and Juliet apart. Oh, how I wish he wasn't such an evil genius...

And I tried to make this as accurate as possible. And I know I don't mention the thing I was researching here, but you'll find out eventually :P

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Dr. Rathburn walked into the hospital room housing his newest patient. He stared at the boy in the bed sadly. He was so young. Just by looking at him you could see the youth draining out of him by the minute. It wasn't fair for him to die just yet. It wasn't his time.

And that's when Dr. Rathburn vowed not to let this patient die. Not while he was still around.

Suddenly his patient started convulsing violently. His limbs jerked everywhere, uncontrollable. Dr. Rathburn ran to the side of the bed and tried to hold down the boy's left arm. If he wasn't stabilized and restrained he could injure himself further. Or tear open his stab wound.

"NURSE!" Dr. Rathburn yelled into the hallway, "I need assistance!"

A nurse rushed in and took a moment to look around before calling in more doctors. Soon there were five of them in the room. Four of them attempted to tame the wildly waving legs and arms while one attempted to stabilize the patient and get him breathing again.

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"P-poison?" Gus repeated. Could this day get any worse? He thought despairingly. He glanced at Henry to see how Shawn's father was handling this, but all Gus saw in his face was a blank wall of no emotion. Gus glanced away thinking that it wouldn't hurt him to show concern for his only son.

"I'm afraid so," Lorraine said solemnly, "and I'm also afraid to say-"

"Oh, quit with the dramatics!" Lassiter exclaimed. To most people he just sounded annoyed, but to those who knew him he sounded, well, concerned. Not that the detective would ever admit it.

"Carlton!" Juliet rounded on her partner. This day had taken a horrible turn and he was only making matters worse, and it was wearing on Juliet's already thin patience. "Let her finish."

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Lorraine glared at Lassiter. It was an odd expression on her warm and welcoming face. "Is that while we have stabilized Mr. Spencer for the time being we have not yet been able to identify the poison used on him."

"Can you do anything?" Henry growled.

"Ah, well, we're running tests," Lorraine stammered. Henry's anger was actually palpable, they could all feel it radiating from him which only added to the tension in the room.

"What I meant to say was," Henry said angrily, "can you do anything useful?"

"Mr. Spencer," Gus said quickly, "They're doing everything they can to help Shawn." It was a natural instinct for Gus to protect those in the medical profession. Because although Gus was a pharmaceutical salesman, he considered himself to be a part of that profession. He turned his attention back to Lorraine, "What else can you tell us about Shawn's condition?"

At the mention of his son Henry composed himself again. He'd been getting ready to shout at his son's friend and the nurse, but now his emotions were carefully controlled. He couldn't afford to lose that control. Not here, not now. Not when he knew Gus was right.

Juliet and Lassiter, who'd been silent for quite a while now, trained their gazes on the young nurse. She squirmed now that all the attention was being focused on her, but she seemed to actually like it. She'd never been a part of something so dramatic, and she was enjoying every minute of it. Enjoying being a part of something so crucial to the lives of these people.

She cleared her throat before she spoke, "Well, um, I don't really know how to say this but-"

"Oh, come on! How much longer can you stall?" Lassiter exclaimed.

Lorraine felt a tear slide down her face and she quickly wiped it away. These people were effecting her too much. Their emotions were too strong for her to ignore. She couldn't stay objective about this. This was not something she wanted to tell these people. She felt like if she told them she would be killing them, which, judging by the expression of the young dark-skinned man might actually happen.

They all watched as Lorraine took a deep breath and plunged right into what she had to say.

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"Slow down," Juliet said, "we can't understand you." It finally occurred to the young detective that this may not be something she wanted to hear and that's why the nurse was getting cold feet.

"Sorry," Lorraine stared down at her white nurse's shoes before regaining the courage to tell them what they had to hear.

Wether they wanted to hear it or not.

She looked at all of them apologetically, like it was her fault she had to tell them some of the worst news, probably the worst news they'd ever hear. Again she had to take a deep breath, "I'm sorry to say that after the doctors brought Shawn," She used his first name for the first time to try and make it hurt less, "back he went into a coma."

"Oh, God..." Gus whispered. A million things ran through his mind, but only one stuck. It was the memory of Ivan stabbing Shawn with that stake, and how if Gus had only moved a few feet he could've prevented it.

Juliet didn't say anything. She was already in tears and leaning heavily on Lassiter. He didn't even seem to mind, considering that she was getting his new jacket all wet. Lassiter seemed to be stuck in a state of shock. Unmoving, unblinking. It was very disturbing to see the Head Detective at a loss for words.

Henry had found a chair and was now slumped into it. His head was in his hands and his shoulders shook gently. He wasn't crying though. He was laughing at his own stupidity. He was stupid for ever thinking of Shawn following in his footsteps. He never should've started training Shawn as a cop. If Henry hadn't pushed him towards law enforcement none of this would've happened. Shawn wouldn't have gotten arrested, wouldn't have pretended to be psychic, wouldn't have started Psych, and he wouldn't have been in a coma.

"And," Lorraine continued quietly as she watched these people quickly come undone, "He has only hours to live."

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I hope the end wasn't too much of a cliche.. I was kind of nervous about ending it that way, but I hope it was good anyway. Please tell me how I did with this chapter and what you liked, disliked, suggestions for the plot, etc.

I really appreciate reviews!