A/N: I'm mean aren't I? But I gave you more than one update in a day, so it must even out somewhere, right?...RIGHT? Okay, I apologize if this chapter gets a bit confusing, but it's the only chapter that will be like this, so bear with me. Yay for long chapter! :)

Life To Life

Chelsea's Point of View

"Vaughn!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Vaughn don't leave me!" I'm clutching desperately at his hand; trying to will him to live. But it doesn't help. The next second, his head rolls over to the side and his body goes completely limp.

My eyes go wide in shock when his hand goes dead in mine. Julia and Elliot pull me off him and turn me around so I can't see but that doesn't mean I can't hear.

I can hear someone, probably Dr. Trent, performing CPR on him. Every now and then Denny would tell Trent that there still wasn't a pulse and the CPR would continue.

I've got tears running down my face and it feels like I've done nothing but cry for my entire life; even though it's only been about an hour since I started crying.

"I've got a pulse!" Denny cries out and I hear Dr. Trent breathe out a sigh of relief. I try to squirm out of Julia and Elliot's grasp, but they keep me firmly in place.

"He needs a hospital." Dr. Trent tells all of us, as serious as ever. "You'll have to stop protecting her; we all need to get him to the city."

Finally they release me and I turn to look at Vaughn. He still looked lifeless, but it comforted me that he still had a pulse. Everyone grabbed a part of him and we begin to rush down to the beach.

"What the hell is going on?" Natalie runs over to us.

"He needs a hospital." Dr. Trent repeats as we continue rushing towards the beach.

Julia answers her instead. "Something happened to him. We don't know what, but he stopped breathing and his pulse stopped. His pulse is back but it's weak and Dr. Trent thinks he needs a hospital." Natalie just nods her head and comes along with us.

We reach the beach and actually catch up to Will, Lily, Mirabelle and Seth. I hear Mirabelle shriek when she sees us.

"What happened?" She demands.

"We need to get him to a hospital and then we can talk." Dr. Trent tells her forcefully. Something in his voice makes her shut up.

"You can use my boat." Will tells Dr. Trent weakly. "Then we can all go."

Dr. Trent nods sharply. "That'll work."

Wordlessly, we all get onto Will's ship. Everyone was helping to carry someone, so it left out all room for talk. Once we all get inside, Vaughn and Will are placed on bed's right beside each other. I grab a chair and place it right next to Vaughn's bed. Everyone else goes into another room to talk.

Gently I take Vaughn's hand and rub my thumb all along his knuckles. Unconsciously, my other hand goes to my pocket to feel the diamond ring. His mother's ring. The one he gave me when he broke up with me.

More tears leak out of my eyes and run their familiar course down my face. I raise his hand to my lips and gently kiss the back of his hand.

Hours go by. It never really occurred to me just how far away the city was until it became a priority for me to get there.

Abruptly, I begin to yawn. I glance tiredly at the clock. It was getting late at night, and all the events of the day were beginning to wear down on me.

"You know," A voice speaks up from the bed. It was Will. "I don't think anyone would mind if you accidentally fell asleep here."

I nod, but I don't answer or give a smile. Wordlessly I climb into the bed beside Vaughn and wrap my arm protectively around him. To my relief I soon fall into a dreamless slumber.

Will's Point of View

As the night goes by, I drift in and out of pain from my stomach. It was very much dulled from when Dr. Trent put stuff on it; and for that I was very much grateful.

I glance over to the bed beside mine. Chelsea had fallen asleep with her head in the crook of Vaughn's neck, her hair falling over her eyes.

The sight makes me feel extremely guilty. I felt so ashamed of all the things I'd done to her. She really did love Vaughn. And he loved her. I could see that now. If only I could've seen that before. And now it's my fault this happened to Vaughn.

I'd heard about Vaughn's medical condition and I'd arrived at the conclusion that the more unhappy he is; the more sick he is. Trying to protect Chelsea from me had almost killed him. Literally.

But the look in his eyes when he told Chelsea he loved her; it was something I could never begin to compete with. And the way he kissed her. It was beautiful. I could see that now. But now it was probably too late.

Julia's Point of View

I wake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat from a nightmare. I've bolted upright in the bed and beside me Elliot shift and wakes up.

"Julia, what's wrong?" He mumbles as he searches for his glasses on the bedside table. Then he flicks a light on as he turns to look at me.

"I'm scared." I tell him as I lean into his chest and begin to cry. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. As I sob into his shoulder he murmurs words of comfort into my ear.

"It's like last summer all over again." I whisper to my husband. It was still weird to think of him like that; but it felt good too.

"And we'll get through it. Just like last summer." With that he kisses me and we both soon fall asleep again.

Dr. Trent's Point of View

We don't get back to the city until about six in the morning the next day and that ticks me off. Vaughn was going to be in trouble if he was left along any longer.

Despite my protests, everyone comes along with me when I take Vaughn to the hospital. Even Will comes; Lily pushes him in a wheelchair that happened to be in his ship. Chelsea stands anxiously beside Vaughn, clutching something in her hand. I don't remark on the fact that she had fallen asleep next to Vaughn last night.

I quickly rush everyone along; we take about three taxis's to get to the hospital. I can tell people are staring at us, but I'm too concerned with getting Vaughn to the hospital to care.

In my taxi, it's Vaughn, Chelsea and I. No one else would fit with Vaughn lying down across our laps.

The taxi gets stuck in a traffic jam so I use the opportunity to talk to Chelsea. Gently I turn a bit so I could see her face without disturbing Vaughn; who was still unconscious. I was beginning to worry about him.

"Chelsea, what happened in there?" I ask her gently, tears had been rolling constantly down her face since I entered her house almost twenty-four hours ago.

"Will was harassing me." She tells me so softly; I almost mistake it for the wind. "Vaughn threw his knife into Will's stomach. And they told me that Will had been stalking me ever since I broke up with him and started dating Vaughn."

She shudders and more tears fall down her face. I offer her a handkerchief, which she accepts and blows her nose into. She offers it back to me, but I shake my head and she puts into into her pocket.

"Do you know why this might have happened to Vaughn?" I ask this question very carefully.

Just to luck, she burst into tears. I sigh and rub her back in an effort to comfort her. The cab driver glances back at us, but he doesn't say anything.

Finally we get to the hospital; but I still don't have an answer.

Elliot's Point of View

I walk into the hospital as if in a daze. Even my deadly fear of needles couldn't faze me right now. My arm is around my wife's shoulder as I comfort her about her cousin. I can't help but be thankful though; compared to Chelsea right now, Julia might have stubbed her toe.

As we go through the hospital, I feel like I'm not connected to my body. I can see myself comforting Julia, and I'm thankful that it seems to be working. I can see Dr. Trent talking with some other doctor as they wheel Vaughn into a room, but I can't hear what they're saying.

I'm not sick. Just in shock. I couldn't believe this had happened. Just like my wife had told me in bed last night; it was last summer all over again. But this was much worse. And despite what I'd told her last night; I didn't know if things would be okay this time.

Mirabelle's Point of View

It's been a couple hours since we entered the hospital. Like Elliot and Seth, I was too shocked to cry. Mostly everyone else was done crying.

Julia and Elliot we sitting on a bench, their arms wrapped around each other as they whispered. Dr. Trent was gone; he was off talking to some other doctor about Vaughn. Natalie and Denny were pacing together, playing a quiet game of I-Spy to try and distract themselves. Seth sat beside me in wordless comfort that I appreciated.

But it was poor Chelsea I was most worried about. Something had happened between her and Vaughn. I don't know what it was; but it was important. She was isolated from the rest of us as she sat in a chair. Tears rolled down her face nonstop and she desperately clutched something in her hands. My attention it torn away from her when Dr. Trent returns.

"Well?" I ask anxiously. "Is he going to be okay?"

Dr. Trent sighs. "I don't know."

Denny's Point of View

They won't let me enter the room, and it pisses me off. Mirabelle gets in, because she's his aunt. Seth gets in because he's Vaughn's dad. Julia gets in because he's her cousin. Elliot gets in because he's married to Julia. Chelsea gets in because she's Vaughn's girlfriend. And Natalie gets in because she lied and said she was his sister. But I'm just the best friend; I don't get in.

So I'm left outside to pace by myself. I'd heard some scary stuff about what was going on and I didn't know what was happening.

Dr. Trent said Vaughn was in a coma.

Seth said it couldn't be because he forgot to take his pills; he's watched Vaughn take them.

I heard a bunch of other words that scared me too. Words like brain damage, paralyzed, tumor, worms. A bunch of different theories fly among the doctors, and it's starting to make me sick.

I can't stay here any longer. I didn't believe Vaughn was getting up.

"I'm leaving." I tell Will and Lily, interrupting their conversation, and then I grab my jacket and leave the building. I hail a taxi and take a boat back to the Island. Someone needed to inform the rest of the Island what had happened.

Seth's Point of View

Two days have passed since we first entered the hospital, but I refuse to leave. Chelsea doesn't leave either. Everyone else has gone back to the Island. Julia told Chelsea that she would watch over her farm.

Chelsea and I are sitting on opposite ends of the bed that Vaughn is lying down on. Her face is still wet with tears and I'm beginning to wonder what had really happened before we all got there with Dr. Trent.

"Chelsea?" I start, and her head tilts up to look at me. I'm shocked to see that her eyes look completely dead and devoid of any emotion other than loss.

"Yes? She asks, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

"What happened before we got to your house the other day?"

Tears begin to flow down her face. I wince slightly at having to have caused her more pain. She was an absolutely wonderful happy person and it disturbed me to see her crying.

Chelsea doesn't answer me though. Instead she holds out her clenched fist. I knew from watching that whatever item was in her hands hadn't left her hands for two days. So I reach my hand out and she drops the item into my hand.

I withdraw my hand and I'm shocked to see Amy's wedding ring. The one I had bought for her over twenty years ago. My mouth gapes open, but then I remember one day when I was talking to Vaughn.

"Why don't you ask Chelsea to marry you? If you ask me, marriage is much better than just plain dating."

That makes Vaughn raise his eyebrows. I laugh. "Your mother and I were married for a year before I lost my memory. It was the best year of my life."

He shrugged and I saw his hand go to his pocket. "Maybe."

Was it possible that Amy gave Vaughn her wedding ring before she passed away, because she thought I was dead? It might be possible. Amy's death was a subject Vaughn and I hadn't talked about. It pained us both far too much. But he'd kept it all those years…

"Did he propose to you?" I ask her softly, she doesn't do anything; just continues staring at Vaughn.

"Did you say no?"

Chelsea shakes her head. And then looks up at me. Her face is still stained with the seemingly never-ending supply of tears.

"He broke up with me." She chokes out between her tears.

My mouth falls open; that was the last night I expected to hear. But it might explain why Vaughn was in a coma, if his illness was indeed hormone related like his doctor thought.

"Why?" I ask her. "I thought you guys were in love?"

She nods. "We are." Her voice is scratchy and I almost wish she would stop talking so I didn't have to hear it. "He broke up with me because he thought it would save me from Will."

"Will? What does he have to do with this?"

She sniffles. "Will has been harassing me ever since Vaughn and I started dating. I guess in Vaughn's mind, if he stopped dating me then I wouldn't get hurt any longer."

Then she drops her head again to gaze at Vaughn. My eyes narrow in hatred. Will and I would need to have a talk.

Gently, I place Amy's ring on the bedside table and then quietly leave the room.

Lily's Point of View

It's been almost a week since Will was stabbed in the stomach and Vaughn was taken to the hospital. Only Chelsea wasn't back from the hospital yet. But neither was Vaughn.

Will was finally beginning to walk again. He was unsteady because he'd been bedridden for a week; but he seemed more than happy for me to help him. And I wanted to help him too.

As we're walking to the café, Skye appears out of nowhere. He flashes me a giant smile as he walks up to us.

"Good morning beautiful. Don't you look radiant today?" Was it just me or did I feel Will tense up beside me?

"I'm not interested Skye." Will relaxes and it pleases me to think that Will was jealous for a minute.

Skye chuckles. "I didn't come here for you maiden." He nods his head politely towards Will, and then turns back to me. "I must be off. The stars are whispering me enchanting stories of places yet to visit, and to their call I must head."

"And you're telling me because?"

He snorts. "I want you to tell my darling half-brother that I've gone to Forget-Me-Not Valley. Tell him when he wakes up though."

He then smiles again at me. "Alright then? Thank you!" With that he kisses me on the cheek and then he turns around and leaves.

"I don't like him at all." Will mutters in his British accent.

I laugh. "Neither do I."

With that we continue on our way towards the café. Will blushes when I lean over to kiss him gently on the cheek as we enter.

As soon as we sit down, a shadow falls over us. I look up in surprise to see Vaughn's father. What was his name again? I think it was Seth. Yes that must be it.

"We need to talk." His gaze is as deadly as his voice. Both of which of focused on Will; who seems to be frightened out of his pants. Ever since Vaughn threw that knife in his stomach, I guess he grew a fear of his family too.

"Y-yes sir?" Will asks him.

Seth pulls up a chair. And sits dangerously close to Will. "Are you responsible for my son breaking up with Chelsea?"

Will winces and I recoil. "You broke them up?"

Will shakes his head. "I did. But not on purpose. I was mad because she rejected me and I wanted her to know how I felt. So I harassed her. Vaughn broke up with her because he connected my harassing to her dating him."

He sighs and shifts in his seat. "But then I heard Vaughn tell Chelsea that he loved her. And he kissed her like she was the most precious think in the world to him." Will turns to me. "I can't compete with that. It was then I knew I made a mistake."

Seth meanwhile, has lost his tough guy appearance. His eyes are now misty as he speaks to Will. "Vaughn said 'I love you' to Chelsea?"

Will nods wordlessly and tears begin to streak down Seth's face. He tries to laugh it off my we can all tell that it's forced. "That's the first time he's ever said those words since he and Sabrina broke up about six years ago."

Then Seth breaks down and leans his head on the table. It was very disturbing for me to see a grown man cry. It must have been for Will too, but he pats Seth's back trying to comfort him.

"I swear, I'll do anything to fix it if I can." Will whispers to Seth,

"You b-better." Seth sobs out.

It occurs to me right then that everyone was living daily with the fear that Vaughn might never wake up.

Natalie's Point of View

"Are you sure you're thinking straight?" I ask the furious blonde beside me. "Are you sure it's not your hormones speaking?" I point to her swollen belly.

Julia turns on me. "I'm thinking perfectly straight Natalie and you better not stop me!"

I raise my hands in defeat and then follow Julia as she storms up to Vaughn's room in the hospital. The nurse knows that we're related to Vaughn so she doesn't stop us, but I wish that she would. She doesn't.

Julia flings the door open and she sweeps inside. I walk in behind her, my heart going out to the silently crying brunette by Vaughn's bed. Julia isn't as gentle.

"Get the hell up Chelsea." Julia yells at her.

Chelsea's head snaps up and it pains me to see her always happy face stained with tears. She practically cowers as Julia starts to yell at her.

"You need to freaking take care of your own farm Chelsea! I've been watching your farm for two seasons! And I'm giving birth in one season! I can't watch it any more!"

Chelsea's teary eyes catch sight of me. "Natalie could you-"

Julia cuts her off though. "No Chelsea. Natalie can't watch your farm. You need to get your sorry ass off of that chair and do some work! Vaughn isn't going to wake up in two minutes; he's not waking up tomorrow, or next week. He's not even going to wake up next year!"

Chelsea visibly flinches at Julia's words and she glances at Vaughn. Then Julia begins to rant again. "So get your ass down to your farm and do some work because Vaughn isn't going to wake up!"

With that, Chelsea bursts into loud tears and runs out of the room.

I shoot a glare at Julia. "Good going smart one."

"What?" She seems genuinely shocked.

I let out a huge sigh and glance down at my engagement ring on my finger. I hoped to the Harvest Goddess that I wasn't as hormonal as Julia if I ever become pregnant.

"Did you know that Vaughn broke up with Chelsea right before he went into that coma? He broke up with her to save her from being hurt by Will."

Julia's expression changes from confusion to sadness faster than a traffic light in the city. "How do you know?"

"Seth told me that Chelsea told him that." I tell her as we walk out of the room to go find Chelsea.

Julia nods and rubs her stomach unconsciously. "Maybe I wasn't thinking straight."

Chelsea's Point of View

It's been a year and a half since Vaughn fell into a coma. So much had happened on the island since then; but if you asked me to tell you what, I wouldn't be able to.

It's midway through summer and I should be out harvesting stuff to sell for my farm, but I'm not. Selling crops and animal produce sustains me.

Instead, I'm wandering around in the forest by the Witch Princess's house. I come here to cry. Ever since Julia had yelled at me in the hospital, I haven't cried around anyone. But I still cried myself to sleep. And sometimes I just needed room to cry. So I came here.

I sniffle and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. That day kept replaying in my head over and over again like a broken record. And those three words I couldn't get out of my mind. For the first time, Vaughn had said 'I love you' to me.

I begin to wail again. It wasn't like me to cry so much, but I just couldn't help it. Abruptly, the door to the Witch Princess's house opens and she comes storming out.

Her blonde hair is a mess as she turns her ruby red eyes on me. "Can't you shut up?"

"S-sorry." I gasp out through my tears.

"Ugh." Witch Princess sighs and bows her head for a second. Then she looks up at me, with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, if I help you, will you stop coming here every day to cry?"

I sniffle one more time. "You'd help me? But you're always stirring up trouble for people."

She groans. "It's hard to think of ways to torment people when someone is crying outside of your house very day."

I manage a small smile. "Thank you."

Then she scratches the back of her neck. "Actually can you help me with an experiment too?"

I knew that Witch Princess's experiments never turned out well, but I was desperate. "Sure, anything." I nod my head eagerly.

She seems surprised but she smiles. "Excellent." All of a sudden there's a vile in her hands. She passes the vile to me. "Just drink that."

I stare at it. The vile was clear and I could see a purple slime oozing inside. As much as I don't want to drink it, I find myself popping the cork and drowning it.

The Witch Princess shudders as she takes the vile back from me. "Wow, you're really desperate aren't you?"

I nod my head helplessly. The Witch Princess just smiles and then begins to chant some words in a language that I've never heard before. Probably her magic language.

Then she stops and smiles at me. "It's done." With that she turns and begins to walk back to her house.

"Wait!" I call out to her. I can hear her groan as she turns to face me.

"What?" it's obvious that she's irritated with me.

"What did you do?"

She smiles. "Go home. Get some sleep. And stop crying. You'll find out in a couple days." She starts to leave again.

"Wait!" I call out again. "What did you make me drink?"

With that question, she turns around with a smirk on her face. "You'll see." Then she winks at me and disappears.

I wipe my face with my sleeve to clear away the tears. Then I leave the forest with the first smile on my face since Vaughn fell into his coma.

A/N: The POV's weren't that confusing was it? I hope not. Well, I hope you all liked it, and I want to thank everyone for getting me over 150 reviews! Give yourselves a pat on the back. You deserve it!