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Teresa kneels by her husband, she can feel tremors running through his body as she's gently rubbing his back. She's speaking to him softly, trying to get his attention, to get through to him, without scaring Maddy.

"Patrick, it's okay, you're going to be okay. Can you hear me? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Patrick finally turns towards her, his eyes are filled with terror and there's no recognition that he sees her. Fear settles in the pit of her stomach. She moves her hand to his face.

"Patrick, it's me Teresa, speak to me please."

A tear fall from his right eye, which he doesn't seem to notice, and Teresa wipes it away. She wraps her arms around him and he lays his head on her shoulder, but makes no move to hold her back. She holds him tight and rocks back and forth, still talking soothingly in his ear.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and Cho's voice:

"What happened?"

"I don't know, he pulled down his cup for some tea, and then his face went white and he dropped his cup.."

She swallows against the tears welling up in her eyes, willing them to stay where they are.

"His face contorted in pain and I helped him over here and sat him down. He's trembling and he's not speaking, he doesn't even seem to hear me, or know I'm here.

She feels Cho crouch down beside her.

"Let me look at him, you look after Maddy and Austin. They need you, they're scared, an ambulance is on its way."

At that moment she becomes aware of Maddy crying, she reluctantly lets go of her husband, she looks into his face, but there's still no recognition, he seems to have retreated in to a world of pain. She stands up, takes a deep breath and plants a smile on her face. She turns around, and is aware of Cho taking her place, crouching down beside her husband, Maddy's stood by her chair, and Austin is beside her, an arm around her shoulder, trying his best to calm her down, but Teresa clearly see that he's struggling himself. Just then paramedics pour into the room. She moves towards her distraught children, picks up Maddy and takes Austin's hand.

"Let's go in to the other room while these men help daddy."

Austin looks up at her.

"What's wrong with Daddy?"

She guides them to the couch and sits down, Austin clamours up beside her. She helps him onto her lap and holds them both close to her.

"I don't really know, but the people in there will help him."

"Something he thought of upset him."

Austin's perceptiveness, never ceases to amaze her. She looks down at him.

"Why do you say that?"

Austin shrugs:

"I could just tell. Is he going to be alright?"

Teresa kisses the top of his head.

"I'm sure he will. It just may take a little while."

Inside she prays that she's right. Austin leans towards his sister.

"See, I told you Daddy would be alright."

Maddy is leaning in against Teresa, her body pressed up as close as possible. Her crying's stopped but is still near the surface. She nods at Austin. Austin turns his attention back to Teresa.

"Will he go to hospital again?"

"I don't know, we'll see what the doctors say."

"They're not doctors Mummy, they're paramedics."

Teresa can't help but smile at her son, dragging her eyes away from the kitchen door.

"Yes they are."

There's a noise and they all look towards the kitchen, the paramedics appear with Jane strapped to a gurney, his eyes are closed and there's an oxygen mask strapped to over his mouth. As Teresa begins to move, Austin climbs off her lap, and holding on to Maddy, she stands up and makes her way to them. They've stop by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

"How is he? I'm his wife."

"His blood preassure's all over the place, we've given him a mild sedative to calm him, we're taking him to Austin General, you can follow us down."

"I'll go in my car."

The paramedic nods as the doors open and they take Patrick in to the elevator. Austin waves as the doors close.

"Take care Daddy."

Teresa crouches down to Austin's level.

"I have to go to the hospital and be with Daddy, I will call Mandy to come and get you, and you can play with Poppy until I get back."

"I want to be with Daddy."

"I know, but the doctors will be looking after him right now, I will take you to see him later, okay?"

Austin nods. Cho rests his hand on Teresa's back.

"We'll look after them until the babysitter gets here. I understand Wendy is still waiting to see Austin."

Teresa's waiting in reception to be called to her husband's side. She broke nearly every speed limit getting here, there was a long line at the reception desk, the emergency room was very busy. She was tempted to show her badge and push to the front but the woman at the back of the line had a distressed baby, and she felt guilty pushing passed her. After ten minutes and the child's cries getting louder, the poor Mother was rescued when a nurse came and took her in. By that time there was only one person left. After giving the cheerful receptionist her name and Patrick's name she was directed to a seat with the promise that someone would be out shortly.

She couldn't get the look of distress and horror on her husband's face out of her mind. Even with her eyes open it's all she can see. She could still feel the tremors under her hand, she just wanted to be with him, to hold him. The total lack of recognition in his eyes scared her. She ran through the whole scene in her head and she's certain nothing happened that could have caused a relapse, she's certain he didn't hit his head, while rummaging through the cupboard. She fidgets in her chair and looks towards the doors leading to the treatment area, willing someone to come out to fetch her, but, they remain stubbornly closed.

She needs to be with him. She leans over, resting her arms on her thighs and shakes her head, this can't be happening, she can't lose him again. After everything they've been through, the progress they've made. They were beginning to be a real family again, she had her husband back, slightly different husband, but one she still loves dearly. She was no longer alone, they were working together they were a team, they were pursuing the same goals, had the same concerns, supported one another, committed to one another. Life had a normalcy about it.

It had been good watching him at work. Listening to him cold read the guy. How typical of a solution for him to come up with, to irritate the guy in to making a slip. The familiarity of the scene brings a stab of pain that wrenches at her heart.

She jumps when someone sits down next to her and a familiar voice speaks her name. She looks up into the face of Patrick's psychiatrist. Panic chokes her, has everything she's feared come true? The doctor smiles reassuringly at her.

"Patrick's doing fine."

His words bring hope and relief.

"You've talked to him?"

The doctor shakes his head.

"No, I haven't, they had to sedate him some more, he became very upset and they were afraid he might hurt himself or someone else. He was struggling violently as he returned to consciousness.

Teresa's heart sinks at his words.

"Then Patrick isn't alright, he's not a violent man. Did he seem aware of where he is? Did he ask for me?"

"The emergency doctor related to me that he was unaware of his surroundings and that he talked about blood, about his family, about Red John."

Teresa feels like she's been hit in the stomach.

"He's back with them. Have I lost him?"

The doctor shakes his head.

"I don't think so, I think he's remembered, I think that his mind's being bombarded with a lot of difficult memories and it's not able to cope, but it will."

"You can't be certain of that?"

"No, I can't, but it's why I'm here. It's why I get the 'big bucks', as they say. I'm good at my job Teresa and it's time for me to start earning my money."

Suddenly Teresa's overwhelmed with fatigue, she feels weary, all she wants to do is see him.

"Can I see him?"

The doctor stands up and looks kindly at her.

"Yes you can, he's sleeping, and he'll soon be transferred on to my ward. They're getting his room ready. We will control his return to conciousness and then see where we are."

"

Teresa looks up at him stunned.

"Your ward? You're admitting him into the psychiatric unit?"

"It's just a regular ward, it looks like every other ward in the hospital. There are no padded walls, or barred windows, they're even allowed sharp eating utensils"

The twinkle in the doctor's eye reassures Teresa that he's not offended.

"I'm sorry doctor, it's just…it's just.."

"I know his history Teresa."

Teresa nods, of course he does.

"Come lets go see your husband, I think you need to hold his hand."