Hello sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure you all absorbed what was going on:0) Thank you so much to MissNitaGirl for her review, Sophie Fatale for her review, Jisbon-Sessed for her review, Amber() who reviewed anonymously thanks a bunch, Elvia123, for adding me in her favorite author's, and tigerlily124 for her review. Thank you all for your words of encouragement and positiveness you have sent me. I hope that I don't disapoint you in any way. Well here we go...

Teresa managed to talk the paramedics into letting her ride with them. She wanted to be with him. She wouldn't leave him.

The ride to the hospital was very painful. He died three times, but they had managed to revive him. And now she was watching him going into shock. "Please Patrick hold on, hold on please." She was crying so hard that her body hurt.

She was still holding his hand and gently running her fingers through his hair. Trying to calm him in her own way.

She hadn't been so scared in such a long time. She couldn't believe that all of this was happening when just a little while ago he was teasing her, playing with her about music, and teasing her and making her blush while singing to her. Nothing was making any sense.

She could see him laughing and joking with her. She watched him while they worked on him. He was so frail and weak. His lips had even lost there color.

He was finally seeming to calm a bit, although it took four strong paramedics, and her holding his head to keep him from literally jumping off the ambulance bed. Now he was covered in sweat. They had already removed his vest and shirt in the beginning, she watched him breathing heavily. His chest frantic in it's movement. This person laying there was a shell of Patrick Jane.

They had given her a hand towel, so she gently began to wipe the sweat away from his hair, his face, his neck, and part of his chest, even his shoulders. She was trying in her own way to make him feel comfortable.

Mean while she watched the paramedics work on him. They had him on oxygen, and started an IV, but he need so much more. She continued to run her fingers through his hair. "Patrick I'm here with you okay, I'm right here." "Please hang on, were almost there."

As soon as thy got to the hospital, the nurses and doctors meant them, his blood pressure dropped, but they were able to take care of it on time, so they wouldn't lose him again. She didn't know how much more more his body could take.

The nurses, doctors and paramedics where all going over him while rushing him the ER. They were asking questions that she could not understand. Doctors language. The paramedics giving them the answers they needed. While they worked on him she wasn't aloud to get to close but only watch. It was killing her.

The tears came rolling down her face as she thought to herself "how can this be happening." She watched as they hooked him up to more machines. A heart monitor, and a ventilater. She thought that maybe this time he was relaxed, but again she was wrong.

She watched in sheer horror as he went into a seizure. He body was practically flying up and down, and all over. It was so much worse than in the ambulance. In the mist of all of the caos she thought to herself ."Maybe this is a nightmare and any minute I'll wake up." She closed her eyes willing it to be true, but when she opened her eyes she new she was wrong.

His body was completely arched off the bed, body jerking itself violently. She just couldn't take it anymore. The nurses tried to hold him down while working on the machines he was connected to. His heart monitor was erratic. She was told to stay away but she couldn't. She promised him. She ran to his side and began to gently run her fingers through his wet curls. "Patrick come on calm down for me, hear me?" "Please Patrick calm down." She placed her left hand over his heart. "Please Patrick, please come on, calm down." The nurses and doctors watched as the seizure stopped. He then collapsed in a hard thud in the bed.

Teresa continued her motions of stroking his hair, his face, and his chest. "It's gonna be okay, just hold on Patrick, please hold on."

Just then one the nurses walked over to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder and told her. "We are going to ready and prep him for surgery, you only have a moment more with him, we have to rush him in quickly to see what damage has been done." "Okay, thanks."Was all she said,eyes never leaving him. "Patrick listen to me, I'm going to go and wait for you, okay." "I will be waiting for you, I won't leave you I promise."

She had his hand in hers, lacing there fingers together, while her right hand rubbed up and down his arm. Then encasing his large hand in her small ones. She leaned down and gently kissed his for head and his hand. "I'll be waiting Patrick, please hold on."

With that he was rushed in to be prepped and then have his surgery. Just then the surgeon walked up to her. "Hello I'm Dr, Greg McKinny, I'm his doctor, I'll be doing his surgery, I will let you know immediately when we are done." "We want to be sure that nothing else is damaged." "Okay, thank you doctor." She said while shaking his hand.

She went to the waiting room and waited, cried so hard her body was rocking with her sobs of hurt and anger. "I can't lose him, I just can't lose him." She whispered to herself through crying. "I just can't."

I know that was a little longer than I planed it. This is acturally part of chapter five. You would think for 1,095 words this would look longer!! Hmmm. I'm still working out some kinks. :0) I had a special request for a longer chapters, hope you like it :0) Also I hope I made the paragraphs make sense. Please let me know what you think. I also learned it is very wise to keep a dictionary on hand. :0)It was hard for me to write this, it's very heart wrenching I know. Let me know what you all think about it :0)

Crystal*hugs*:0)