Twelve hours later…
"Sabrina, wake up."
Sabrina, who'd dozed off sitting vigil by Patrick's bedside, lifted her head from the mattress and looked around confusedly. "Huh?" she asked, as she spied Felix nearby.
Felix kneeled down next to her chair. "Maybe you should go to the on call room and get some rest."
Sabrina shook her head defiantly. "No. I'm not leaving." Then, she looked at the monitors and back at Felix. "No change?"
Felix shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry."
Sabrina briefly let go of Patrick's hand to rub the grogginess from her face. Then, she tried to smile bravely as she declared, "He'll wake up soon. He has to."
Sabrina watched as Felix checked Patrick's vitals and made some additional notes in his chart. She knew that he and Britt had done everything they could for Patrick while she went to the chopper with Robin and Emma. During their walk from the house to the aircraft, she and Robin nonverbally buried the hatchet for the sake of Emma and Patrick, who they both loved immensely. Emma had been frantic when Victor and Helena made Robin get on the chopper without saying goodbye first and it had taken Sabrina forever to calm her down afterward. All Sabrina had wanted to do was help Patrick, but she knew that Patrick would have put Emma first, so Sabrina did, too. When she got back to the house with Emma, Sabrina was informed that the Medevac was on its way to GH and that Britt and Felix were with Patrick. Since Emma was worried sick about her father, Sabrina decided to bring her along to GH. Unfortunately, by the time they got there, Patrick had already been taken to surgery for the gunshot, so neither of them got to see him. Emma eventually fell asleep in Sabrina's arms.
After a while, Monica came out and informed the small crowd of her, Emma (still asleep), Britt, Felix, Elizabeth, Sam and Mac that he had made it through the surgery and they were able to repair the damage but that Patrick was still considered critical and would need to be monitored in the ICU closely for complications. After taking Emma (who refused to take no for an answer) into Patrick's room for a short visit, Sabrina settled in to keep watch, willing him to wake up so that she could tell him how much she loved him.
After Felix left, Sabrina stood up to stretch her legs. When she did so, she brushed Patrick's hair from his face and bent over to kiss him on the forehead. Then, she sat back down in her chair and grasped his hand in between both of hers. "Patrick, you need to wake up, okay? Not only for Emma, who is scared out of her mind, but for me, too, so that I can tell you I love you." As tears started to fall, she continued, "I've been such an idiot and wasted so much time that we could have had together because I've been too scared to trust that when you say you love me and want to be with me, you mean it."
Sabrina raised his hand to her lips, placed a featherlight kiss on it and then held it to her cheek. "You were right when you said that you're as much a piece of me as I am of you. When you got shot, I saw the life we could have had together flash before my eyes and I realized there is nowhere else I want to be but here with you and Emma, just like you said." Tears falling in earnest, Sabrina removed one of her hands from Patrick's in order to wipe them away. "So, please come back to me. I love you and want to be with you."
Finished, she placed their remaining joined hands on his mattress and let her head fall on top and closed her eyes, weary from lack of sleep and frightened that she'd lost her chance thanks to her stubbornness.
Sabrina was brought out of her self-induced pity-party when she felt Patrick's hand twitch. Surprised, she looked up and saw that his eyes were open. Knowing she should call someone, but scared to look away, she murmured his name just as he cracked a slight smile and whispered, "It's about damn time."