Chapter 6.

It was 7 in the evening and Blake was admiring her outfit in the mirror. She wore a silver dress that was cut around her thighs; it was tight and showed off her slim figure. Her hair was in waves that sprawled across her shoulders and chest. She had little make-up on, even though Ryan preferred when she went all out. She liked the simple look, nothing too extravagant.

She made her way into the living room and sat on the couch as she waited for the clock to strike 7:15. She and Ryan were meeting at the restaurant at 7:30 as he had been out with a friend all day. Blake pulled her phone out of her small purse and saw she had yet another message from Lynne. She had spent all day avoiding Lynne's texts and it had been 3 days since she last visited Penn. Ryan was more important after all; she had no future with Penn, only a past and she knew there was no point going to visit him. She wasn't even sure why she'd gone in the first place. Ryan had always told her to focus on her future and forget about her past. The year after her break-up with Penn, she'd find herself wanting to call him but Ryan would always tell her it was a bad idea. She ignored him at first and would call Penn anyway, but after a while she gave in to his persistency as Ryan was never keen on her speaking Penn. So after not much time at all, they lost touch; and only ever saw each other on set.

Blake stared blankly at the clock in front of her. She watched as the hand jumped at each beat of a new second. Her eyes lazily following it around the circular object on the wall.

The sound of a ringing tore her eyes away from the clock and dashed to the phone on her lap. Lynne's name flashed across the screen. Blake froze, she couldn't answer it. She couldn't. Not after the sudden neglecting of her son and Blake's refusal to respond to her texts. Blake pressed down onto the button on the top of her phone which effectively stopped the ringing.

Blake looked back up at the clock, somehow expecting hours to have passed. It was 7:08; she decided to leave. Ryan hated when she was late, so she thought she'd get there in good time. Blake rose from the couch, grabbed her purse and made her way towards the front door, her heels clicking in the process. The noise of her ringing phone interrupted her movements and she pulled it out of her purse, expecting it to be Ryan asking why she wasn't there yet. She tilted the screen in the direction of her face and saw Lynne was calling once again. This time she knew she had to pick up. She wouldn't have called again unless it wasn't important. Blake slid her finger across the screen, accepting the call.

She raised the phone up to her ear and spoke a soft; "Hi." A feeling of guilt consumed Blake as she realised how rude she had been over the past few days, Lynne had been nothing but good to her her whole life, and here she was ignoring her.

"We're losing him, Blake." Lynne trembled as the heartbreaking words fell from her lips. Blake's body froze in her steps and the only movement made was the quivering of her eyes as water came pouring down her face like a waterfall that soaked her cheeks in an instant. Her heart had stopped in her chest and she felt like it was about to break into a million pieces. All the bones in her body ached at the thought of never being able to see him again; never being able to see him laugh, hear his beautiful voice or to watch him from afar because she knew she could never be his agian. Blake stumbled as her feet gave way, but she managed to grab at the door handle before she could fall to her feet. The phone fell from her hand and plummeted to the ground, hitting the floor with a crash, like Lynne's words had done to Blake's heart. Before long she had pulled herself up from the ground and was racing out the door.

Blake leaped into the car and started the engine; she slammed her foot on the lever and reversed out of the drive.

Blake sped around the streets as she manically drove to the hospital. She swerved around tight bends and slid around the road as her tyres slipped in the soaking wet puddles on the ground. Giant bolts of rain plunged onto her windscreen as the wipers furiously flushed away the water, which drenched the sidewalk in the process.

Doctors ran around Penn's bed like a swarm of bees. They had to re-start his heart beat that was rapidly dropping. They slammed their electrical implements against his chest, preventing him from dying. But suddenly as if by magic, one of Penn's fingers slowly twitched and a soft cough erupted from his throat. His eyes sluggishly opened, one at a time. His sight was blurred at first but as he blinked away the distorted vision, the sight of his mom fell upon his tired eyes, mixed into the background of the doctors hovering over his body. Lynne jumped from the chair next to him and reached for his face and hugged him tightly against her body, relived he wasn't going anywhere.

A while later Blake ran through the hospital doors as fast as her legs could carry her, once she'd made it up to the 4th floor she divided at Penn's door and thrust the door open simultaneously. The door swung open at such a speed she almost collapsed on the floor.

His bed was empty. The sheet was rumpled and pushed to the side of the bed. Before Blake had time to jump to disastrous conclusions a woman appeared behind her almost as if by magic. She spoke softly, displaying a small smile that was sprawled across her lips. "He's awake." Blake lips exploded into a giant beam as she felt a tear creep down her cheek.

"He woke up about 15 minutes ago. His mom took him back to his house." Blake's heart felt giddy inside her chest as she ran from the room, past the doctor and jumped into the elevator that took her back to the ground floor.

Penn lay on the couch with his feet resting on his mom's lap as she told him what had happened.

"You know who visited you every day while you were in there?"

Penn joked; "You?"

"No" Lynne smiled slightly. "Blake."

Penn gulped as he processed her name. Blake. Blake had been to visit him every day? Lynne looked at Penn softly as she waited for him to respond. She knew he'd be shocked but it took him longer than she expected to reply.

"Blake?" Penn spoke, a touch of sadness in his tone.

"She came every day. She even sat with you for hours while I was at work. She brought you a card as well. It was incredible, Penn. She really is one hell of a girl." Lynne had always loved Blake and was secretly devastated when they broke up; she saw how happy Blake made him. Penn was speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stared into space, not knowing what to think.

"I'll go get the card." Lynne got up from her seat and gently placed his bruised legs back onto the couch. Although one had been broken in the accident, it had now almost completely healed; but he still needed to walk on crutches.

Within moments Lynne was back and she handed the card to Penn.

"I'll give you a minute" she spoke and walked back up the stairs to leave Penn alone with his thoughts.

'Dear Penn. If you're reading this, I'm guessing that means you're awake. And that means I'm happy. I'm so happy, Penn. It's hard to find the right words, you know? I say too much and you get the wrong idea, I say too little and it seems like I don't care. But I do. I care. I care a lot. I might not show it, but I do. I'm happy for you, Penn. Have an incredible life. Blake.'

Blake's words had taken Penn aback. She cared. He really thought she didn't anymore, but she did. And it meant the world to him.

A few miles away, Blake's car had broken down in the middle of a dark street that would eventually lead her to Penn's house. She didn't even bother trying to restart the engine, instead she shoved the door open and she flew out into the pouring rain. Blake ran. She ran like she'd never ran before. She was close enough to his house to know the way now and she followed her feet as they led her to his door.

The rain was soaking Blake's dress and hair, and her make-up was quickly mixing together on her face. Blake forced her arms against the wind as the rain splashed across her face. She sprinted across the streets, turning down numerous roads as she got closer to her destination. She felt like she was in a movie. It was one of those climatic moments where the girl would realise what she wanted. That pivotal scene where she knew they'd made the wrong decision and then would dash in the other direction, racing to get to her man. Dramatic and moving music would play in the background which would mix with the stormy sounds of the night. She could almost feel the music dancing around her ears; and it only made the adrenaline inside her pump more furiously which forced her feet to move faster against the puddles of rain.

She stopped. Her body still. She stared at the house in front of her. She braced herself for the moment to come. But she couldn't stand there any longer; she was desperate to see him. To touch him. To put her hands all over his neck and kiss him furiously. She ran to the door and rapidly slammed her knuckles against it.

The door swung open. There she was. Droplets of rain trickled down her cheeks and dropped to the ground as they reached her chin. Her make-up had run and her hair clung to her body. His mouth was open aghast at the sight.

She grabbed him. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she pushed him against the wall next to the door. She hungrily pressed her mouth against his. She stilled her movements on him, only for a second until she opened her mouth wider as she pushed her tongue against his lips. He let her in almost immediately and their tongues quickly began to massage against each other. Penn put his hands on the small of her back as they moaned slightly into each other's mouths.

Blake broke their kiss and stepped away from his body. She stared at Penn, whose eyes were still shut and his lips were pursed, waiting for Blake's to return to them. But they didn't.

"I'm sorry." She pulled his hands from her back and walked to the door.

An hour or so later Penn was sat on the couch. Blake's actions still replaying in his mind like a song on repeat. He gazed in bewilderment at the card she had made him. He picked it up from the coffee table and ran his fingers over the card. His phone beeped in his pocket and pulled it out to find a text. A text from someone he never thought he would hear from again. 'I miss you. Zoe.'

A/N: First of all I just wanna say thank you to everyone who's reviewed this sotry so far (here and on tumblr)! And I hope you weren't dissapointed with this chapter! So Penn's awake! Finally. And they kissed! So I hope you guys like it, although I'm sure you weren't too keen on the last paragraph! haha :p And I'm on Easter break now so will have..slightly more time for writing!