It had been a month since the party and Dean and I were still going strong. He was still insistent on teaching him Spanish so I tried my hardest. I hit my alarms off button to silence it, groaning and looking at the clock. It was five thirty which wasn't exactly my favorite hour to wake up but hey, it beat two in the morning. I started to get out of bed but then felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean mumbled, pulling me back into bed with him. I giggled.

"I have to go get ready for work," I said.

"Not yet you don't. You still owe me ten more minutes," Dean said, leaving little kisses on my neck and shoulders.

"Of what?" I exclaimed, playfully.

"Of letting me hold you time," he smiled, pressing me against his body and taking a deep breath. I loved every second of being Dean. I had forgotten how great he made me feel.

"Todavía le debo? (I still owe you?)" I asked, closing my eyes and just letting him hold me.

"Si," Dean replied.

"Hey, you understood that!" I exclaimed.

"I've been working on my Spanish," Dean shrugged.

"Okay, I really need to go. Voy a estar tarde si no me soltó! (I'm going to be late if you don't let go of me!)" I squealed, getting out of bed and pushing Dean's hand off of my waist.

"Te amo," he teased.

I rolled my eyes and then stopped, staring at him, "You know this Spanish side of you is kind of sexy."

"And the rest of me is not?" Dean asked.

I giggled, "No the rest of you definitely is. Okay I really need to go so I'm leaving now. You don't mind watching Lucas today?"

"Of course not. Go save peoples' lives," Dean said.

"Isn't that what I should be saying to you? Anyways, just call if you need anything and… go back to sleep, Dean. It's five thirty in the morning," I demanded.

"I will, I will, Mom," he chuckled.

I giggled before leaving the room. I knew that if I stayed any longer and didn't get ready for work, I'd never leave the house. Dean was a man of persuasion. I got to work and went through my daily tasks. Katie was fast asleep in the on call room because he had had surgery all through last night. Bradley found me around lunch time.

"So how are things with you and Dean?" Bradley asked.

"Good, really good actually," I answered, smiling. "I'm actually thinking about asking him to move in. I mean, he's over all the time and Lucas loves him. He practically already lives with us so… why not?"

"Congrats. That's a pretty big step though," Bradley said.

"I know but… I think we've been ready for this since… before I left for Peru," I replied.

Bradley nodded, "I think the two of you were, too. But that's good for the both of you. What if he says no?"

I shrugged, "He says no." I really wasn't that bothered by it because I knew that Dean loved me.

"Wow," Bradley said.

"Did I tell you that he's learning Spanish? I asked him something this morning and he answered. It's really sweet actually. I think Lucas is teaching him though which is kind of funny," I chuckled.

Just then, Bradley got a page, "Oh, I've got to go. Chief wants me."

"Can you believe Dr. Stevens is the chief now?" I asked.

"No," Bradley chuckled.

"Alright, see you later," I said.

"You too," Bradley replied, before running off to go see what the chief needed him for.

The day had been going great. Too great. I had to have seen it coming. This day couldn't be that good. Waking up to Dean had put me in such a great mood and the fact that he was actually learning Spanish just made me feel like he really cared. And then it happened and it felt as if everything was falling apart. At least I had Dean to hold me together.

My pager went off and I checked it. It was a 911 for the neuro unit. That was weird. I was in cardio, no neuro. I went anyways and Bradley met me outside of the room.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied.

"Can we talk first?" he asked, blocking my view of what was in the room.

"Sure, what's wrong?" I asked back, trying to see over him into the room but Bradley was determined that I didn't see.

"We uh, someone was brought in today," Bradley started.

"Yeah, okay we bring people in all the time. What's the deal and why can't I see? Bradley, why'd you call me in for neuro? I'm in cardio and-," I started.

"It's Holden, Jennie. He had a seizure and his neighbor called him in," Bradley finally admitted. And right then, it felt as if someone had ripped my heart out and run it over with an eighteen wheeler.

"What?" I asked, my face distorting into some kind of look of pain.

"I'm sorry," Bradley started.

"Well what's wrong with him?" I asked, beginning to panic.

"We don't know yet. He wanted to see you before we brought him down for a CT," Bradley started.

"Okay," I said, entering the hospital room urgently.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh I'm fine. Just a seizure," Holden replied.

"Holden, it wasn't just a seizure," I argued, feeling a sense of over protectiveness.

"Look, this hospital is great. If there's anything else, I know you'll take care of it. I'm going to be fine, Jen," Holden said, holding my hand. I nodded, wanting to believe every word. I wanted to believe that he'd be okay, but what if he wasn't? What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to tell Lucas? Lucas barely even knew the concept of death yet.

"Montgomery, take the day off," Dr. Stevens said.

"No, I'm fine. I can-," I started.

"Montgomery, take the day off," Dr. Stevens repeated, a much more serious tone in his voice. I could tell this was not optional: it was an order.

"Yes sir," I said, softly.

I left the hospital room and ran right into Bradley's arms.

"We're going to take care of him, don't worry," Bradley said in a soothing voice, rubbing my back. I nodded and cried into his shoulder.

"Call Dean for me, will you? I think I need some fresh air," I said.

"Okay," Bradley replied.

I could barely think straight. I couldn't even form coherent sentences in my head. It was as if there were a billion voices screaming in my head. I had already lost my biological parents. I wasn't about to lose Holden. Lucas wasn't going to lose Holden. We were going to get down to the bottom of this and fix him.

I waited for Dean to arrive at the hospital but Dr. Stevens had told me to take the day off so I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I lie in the on call room, alone and just closed my eyes. I let the tears run down my face but wiped them away but they just kept coming. I whispered to myself that this was all going to be okay but I was scared. How was I going to do this? I couldn't lose Holden! And more importantly, how was I going to explain this to Lucas? Suddenly, the door opened and I sat up, wiping my tears away. Instead of seeing Dean, I saw Bradley, my best friend standing in the doorway. He came into the on call room and closed the door behind him.

"I called Dean for you. He said he's on his way," Bradley started.

"Thanks," I replied. I laid back down on the bed.

"Do you… want to talk?" he asked, hesitantly. He sat down on the floor, leaning against the side of the bed.

I sighed, "About Holden? No. Take my mind off of it, please."

"Do we need to go look at babies?" Bradley asked.

"No," I chuckled. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This couldn't possibly be happening.

"Okay," Bradley started. He cleared his throat. "We could always talk about the good old days."

I chuckled, "You're seriously calling it that? Bradley, it was middle school! No one has a good middle school experience unless you were the Lauren Rogers of the world!" Lauren Rogers had been the pretty, popular, mean girl at our middle school that had made my life a living hell until one day Bradley stood up for me. They then moved on to making Bradley's life a living hill but we were in it together and so it didn't matter. That's why we became friends.

"I know but we loved middle school. Hey, it is where we became best friends. Hah, I remember you and I were assigned to a project together and I'm not quite sure what you were on but you were crazy hyper and it was hilarious!" Bradley laughed.

"I wasn't on anything! I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and was ridiculously slap happy, okay? Yes, I remember it clearly. And during that project, you must've thought I was insane but then that day you stood up for me with Lauren Rogers... we became best friends after that... Aw... and you were so cute and awkward back then with the braces and the glasses," I chuckled, reminiscing about Bradley and I's friendship.

"Oh and there was that time where you thought my mom hated you for the longest time when really she loved you! She was just… I don't know she thought we were dating and that I wasn't telling her," Bradley reminisced.

"Oh yeah! God, I forgot that your mom used to hate me," I sighed, smiling.

"She didn't hate you! She was just a strict mother," Bradley said.

"Was?" I questioned, sarcastically.

"Fine, she still is! You should've seen Katie's face when my mom met her. I don't think I've ever seen her that afraid," Bradley chuckled.

"Yes, well I like your mom now," I said. "How is she, by the way?"

"She's good. She and Dad are fine. They're... stubborn as usual," Bradley replied.

"Ah," I sounded.

"Hey, remember in eighth grade when you got that boyfriend… Louis!" Bradley started.

"Hah! Oh Louis…" I said.

"And he got so mad whenever we were together. I could barely talk to you without him getting mad or staring me down. And then he sent you that break up email where he yelled at you for 'cheating' on him with me and you got your mom to drive you to my house so you could cry," Bradley sighed.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you remember that," I gasped. Bradley was doing a really great job at taking my mind off of the current, depressing matter.

"Oh believe me, I do. You were so upset," Bradley said back.

"I always thought Louis was crazy but then you ended up liking me at the end of the year," I pointed out.

"Oh God… that was so awkward. And all your friends had a crush on me!" Bradley exclaimed.

"Oh, please. Awkward for you? Awkward for me! All of my close friends had a crush on you while you liked me," I said back. I laughed a little but then returned to my solemn and painful state of being.

"You know, sometimes I wish we could go back to the way things were when we were thirteen. We didn't have to worry about kids, or marriage, or dying parents… Everything was just so simple," I said, speaking from the heart.

"Yeah but you love Lucas," Bradley pointed out. "And Dean, might I add."

"I do, I love the both of them but I just- I don't know my dad died and mom's dead and now Holden? I'm just not ready for this," I stammered, on the verge of tears. I tried to fight the tears back and blinked them away.

"Well maybe you don't have to. We're still running tests and he could be okay. It could just be a tumor that we'd be able to cut right out," Bradley suggested.

"I know, I'm just worried," I sighed.

"I know you are but worrying won't do you any good. It's going to be alright," Bradley said. I nodded my head. Just then, then door opened and in came Katie.

"Oh my God, Jen, I heard what happened. Are you alright?" Katie asked.

"I just got her calm, Katie," Bradley groaned, jokingly.

"Hey," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. Katie got onto the bed with me and I sat up with her.

"Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I think I should be the one to pick up Lucas and Dean will be here soon but thank you, you guys. I think you could just stay here with me until Dean comes. I'm not sure I could be here alone," I said.

"Alright well whatever you need. Ooh, we could reminisce," Katie said.

I laughed, "We just were."

"Yeah, yeah well you two had middle school and high school and college AND med school together. I'm surprised you didn't get married or ever date at least," Katie said.

Bradley and I exchanged glances and laughed. We had gotten that so many times growing up and even now, "We're better off as friends." Bradley nodded in agreement with me.

"Good," Katie replied. I chuckled. I leaned my head on her shoulder and she leaned her head on mine. The two of us looked at Bradley. He noticed this and gave the two of us a funny look.

"What?"

"Come on," I urged, patting the small space on the bed next to me.

"There's no room!" Bradley protested.

"We'll make room," Katie replied. She scooted over and Bradley got onto the bed with us.

"I love you guys," I finally said.

"We love you too," Bradley squealed. The three of us laughed.

"Hey, let's not get too cheesy here," Katie said.

"Don't ruin the moment, Katie," Bradley teased. I laughed.

Just then, the on call room door opened once again and there was Dean Winchester. He gave the three of us a funny look.

"Am I missing something?" he asked.

"No," I replied, laughing a little.

"We're just going to go," Bradley started, getting up off of the bed.

"See you, Jen. And if you need anything, let me know," Katie replied.

I nodded at the two," Thanks for being here with me."

"No problem. We love you," Bradley replied.

"We do," Katie agreed. I smiled and watched as they leaved.

"Thank God you're here," I said, starting to get up.

"Shhhhh," Dean said, moving towards the bed. "Lay back down."

I gave him a funny look, "What're you doing?"

"I'm seducing you now lie back down and let me have my way with you," Dean said.

I smiled, "So you're seducing me out of my misery?"

"Exactly."