When Oscar and Toby arrived at the hospital, they found an empty room except for Kelly. Of course, everyone had left for the night, including Ryan. Toby was a little disappointed. He knew that he wasn't strong enough to stand up to Ryan but Oscar might be. So this intervention of Ryan would just have to wait until Monday.

Oscar approached her first. "She seems so peaceful, as if she's just sleeping."

"You said in the office you believed people could sense when someone was in their room- do you really believe that?" Toby asked as he stared at Kelly curiously.

"I do. I'm sure she knows we're here and she will be grateful for it when she wakes up. Would you like a minute alone with her?"

Toby didn't say anything, so Oscar decided to step out of the room for a minute.

Toby didn't know what to say to Kelly. He knew that this was all of his fault. If he hadn't signed off on their office romance policy, if he had had the guts to warn Kelly, or if he had even had the guts to ask Kelly out himself, none of this would have happened. Then he started to think of how easily this could have been him. After his wife left him, taking Sasha with him, then he too might have been in this predictament, if only he hadn't been such a coward. Now his friend, who had always been the nicest to him out of everyone in his life, was in trouble, and there wasn't anything he could do to save her.

He sat beside her and just watched her breathe. At least that meant she was alive and fighting, so he took it as a good sign. The depression in the room was contagious. Toby started to hate himself, and so he looked down at the floor, at the machines that were keeping her alive, before he started to look at her.

She was a beautiful woman. He would have given anything to be on the receiving end of her kind of love. But that was not his lot in life. He was meant to walk the earth alone, and he kind of understood why Kelly did what she did. Thankfully she would be okay, but he was the last person in the world who would judge her. She was amazingly funny, shining, and happy, but she hadn't been for a long time. He thought that he was helping her by recommending his doctor, but he had no idea of what the turnout would be. If only he had stopped interfering with other's lives, then maybe nothing like this would happen again

But he was the HR department at Scranton. Wasn't it his job to know when his coworkers were in trouble? He'd seen Kelly, heard Kelly, cry over Ryan hundreds of times, but yet had no idea how to comfort her. Maybe he was in the wrong line of work. He knew all the crisis numbers, knew the suicide prevention hotline by heart, and yet he still hadn't known Kelly would do something like this.

He got up, kissed her on the cheek, something he never would have dared to do when she was awake, then made his way out the door. He would see her over the weekend. Oh that's right, it was his turn to have Sasha. Maybe on Monday.

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Oscar sat by her bedside, trying to analyze the situation. Ryan had broken her heart, that much was clear. But if this could happen to her, could it have happened to him? He remembered all too well when he found out that Gill had been cheating on him. He felt like a fool. And of course he remembered Andy's rage at discovering that Angela had been cheating on him. None of them had tried anything like this. Why Kelly? Why her, why now? Oscar prided himself on being a practical man, but even he started to feel lonely due to the situation. What if he never found his other half? Dating was hard enough in Scranton as it was, let alone being a gay man trying to date there. He'd thought about moving to New York or California where he would have had more options, but he hesitated to leave a job in this economy. It wasn't the greatest job in the world, and his coworkers irritated him more often than not, but to give up security for a whimsical thought- that just wasn't him.

He wished he knew someone that he could have set Kelly up with, but all of his friends were gay. Would that have been any worse than her going out with Ryan? He laughed to himself before facing the camera with a serious look.

"suicide is no laughing matter. When someone puts their lives in the hands of a medication or someone else that is a danger sign that should never be ignored. I guess all of this has taught us at Scranton that we don't really know our coworkers as well as we thought we did. I used to think it was a good thing I didn't really know my coworkers. I mean, I wouldn't invite them to my house or anything. But for us to have missed the signs that Kelly was in trouble? I guess we are all to blame for this. Never mind. Can you erase that?"

He turned to look at Kelly once more. He grabbed her hand. "Kelly, if you can hear me, it's Oscar. I wanted to let you know you're not alone. We all care about you very much. I'll be back sometime this weekend. If you wake up and need anything give me a call."

He bowed his head for a minute then said a prayer in Spanish, then finally turned to leave. Kelly would be alone that night, but for the rest of the Scranton coworkers, they would all be very much alone that night in their own way.

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"Holly? Holly Flax? It's me, Michael Scott. If you're there please pick up. I really, really need to talk to you. Something has happened at our branch and I'm not just making this up this time. Please call me back."

As Michael hung up the phone he knew there was only one person who could make him feel better at the moment. But she was probably lying in bed with A.J., leaving him all alone with his thoughts.

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What were his thoughts, exactly? He hated death and hated the thought of dying all alone even more. Everyone seemed to be gathering around Kelly. But what if that were him? What if no one came to his hospital bedside, or even his rescue? Would they even notice he was gone?

He sighed as he slipped on his pajamas. He had never imagined a day like this would ever happen. What did he know about Kelly, anyways? She was Indian, and seemed to be a bit sensitive about it. He recalled the day that he had been using an Indian voice and she slapped him firmly across the cheek. Lesson number one, don't make fun of Indians around Kelly.

Lesson number two- Ryan wasn't perfect. That was even harder for him to put his mind around. Ryan was the golden boy, who could do no wrong, and yet he wasn't even acting like this was affecting him much. He had cried in the hospital, true, but he wouldn't really open up to Michael, who prided himself on being a people person. If he couldn't get Ryan to open up, what good was he as a manager, anyways?

Just then he heard a\ knock on his door. Had Holly heard his call and drove all the way from Nashua to come to his rescue?

No, to his surprise it was Ryan, who looked extremely tired and disheavled.

"Ryan... come in. Do you need a place to stay? You can sleep in my bed. I have a queen size bed you know."

Ryan thought about turning around. "I thought about taking the couch if you don't mind."

"Yes, that's an even better thought. Let me grab some pillows and blankets. Then I can make us some hot chocolate. I have Swiss Miss... she's the one woman who never lets me down," Michael smiled.

Ryan was too tired to protest. It had been one of the longest days of his life, and for some reason he just didn't feel like being alone. If Michael were to lecture him, then he would turn around and walk around looking for shelter (He knew he was in no frame of mind to drive) but as it was, Michael was being all hospitable, so he decided to take him up on his offer.

"Want to watch tv?" Michael asked, bringing him the cup of coffee.

"I brought some cd's, can we listen to them?"

"Sure." He looked through the selection. "Madonna, early 80's, Beyonce, wow, Ryan I had no idea."

"Can we just listen to Beyonce? I think it would help me feel close to her..."

Michael understood, He had some cd's that made him think of Holly, so he would play them every once in a while.

Michael started bopping his head and tapping his feet. Ryan stared at him as he got up to start dancing. Before long Ryan actually found himself laughing at his boss.

"You're right, Ryan, this was a really cool idea."

Just then the phone rang. Michael turned down the music and picked it up. It was Holly.

"I'll just take this in the other room," he mouthed to Ryan, who turned down the music and flipped on the tv.

Not much was on and he really wasn't a sports kind of guy. So he wound up turning it to some night time soap. The kind Kelly would have loved. Mindless entertainment, but he had to admit that he missed watching them with Kelly. Truth be told, there were a lot of things about Kelly that he was beginning to miss.

Her laugher. He would give anything if he could her her laugh at the moment. He never told her but that was one of the things he loved most about her. He loved the way she lit up the room with her chatter and her smile, and it had always made him feel better about himself knowing she was smiling because of him. He didn't understand it, but it made him feel good to be the center of someone's universe. He didn't know why he hadn't appreciate it, but if she woke up things would be different. He would make sure of it.

What would he do differently once she woke up? Would he do anything differently if he could? He knew what he should do- treat her like a princess. That was the least she deserved. Ryan knew she deserved so much better than him, but for some reason, she loved him, so he would try harder. He knew he had to. The whole office was watching his reactions, and he hated living under a microscope. But Kelly was special, that much he knew, and he would do things differently. But first he had to take a closer look at himself and what had brought them to this point. Introspect wasn't his strong suit, but for tonight, he had a friend in Michael Scott, and that was good enough for him. Tomorrow he would wake up, stronger for having lived through what he lived through, and then he could begin the changes that he needed to make. It would be a long road ahead for Kelly, for him, and for the two of them, but they would make it. They had to. His whole life depended on it. Kelly Kapoor loved him, and he had thrown it away, but no more. Starting tomorrow he would show Kelly how much she meant to him. But it was going to be a long, long night.