"Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come at all." Biggie grumbled walking up to a pacing Iverson in the lobby, where he had been impatiently awaiting his arrival. Biggie dropped his much heavy faux leather bag in a seat nearby and let out a whoosh of breath through his mouth, facing his friend squarely, hands on hips and everything.

"Now explain to me again, in person, how you managed to find your family and lost them in a single day?"

"Beats the shit out of me." Iverson grunted like he had a bad case of diarrhea. "She said she lived next door and was a friend but when I went back there myself and spoke with the estate manager and a few other residents it turned out the last tenants of the house next door was a gay couple, who moved out forty-eight days ago and neither of their name was Kenny.

"Blue has been living like a hermit, she doesn't know any of her neighbors personally and she admitted that she haven't seen this Kenny person before until today when she showed up as a concerned neighbor with a police officer that she called?"

"Wow." Biggie whistled lowly while shaking his head.

"This is more than just a wow case, shìt just doesn't make any sense. Why would she call the police and then turn around to kidnap my daughter?"

"You're right, it's more than just a wow case." Biggie said thoughtfully and folded his arms on his chest. "Wow wow wow. Have you made any official report?"

"Of course, like hell I'm doing what that stupid note said. I want my daughter found, and fast!"

"How is Bella holding up?"

"She's much calmer now, I think it's the effect of the drug. She had to be sedated when I first told her." He explained with a pained look and his fingers balled into fists beside him. "She's in a bad place, Biggie, without adding a kidnapped child to the mix."

Again, Biggie shook his head in empathy. "What else do we know about this Kenny person?"

Iverson turned around and started walking down the corridor without another word and Biggie took it as a cue to pick his bag and follow behind. "That Kenny person is going to be the reason I end up in jail when I get her." He promised vehemently.

He'd thought this was a very bad joke at first but it was nearing midnight, four excruciatingly long hours since Aldo gave him the news and still no sign of Lyric or that damn Kenny person.

He pushed open a door with [private 7] plastered across it and Biggie followed him in, a nurse stood beside Blue's bed taking her temperature, heart rate and blood pressure but both their eyes riveted to the entrance at the sound of the opening door.

Could be wishful thinking but Iverson thought the worried wrinkles on Blue's forehead lightened out the moment her weary eyes found his. They were bloodshot, those eyes, and generally she looked frail and vulnerable lying in that bed. Like a woman that had been dealt a heavy blow by none other than life itself.

"I'll be over there." Biggie pointed at a paramount shelf with a clear surface he could set his laptop and other devices he needed to start their investigation and sauntered over to the corner, leaving Iverson rooted at the entrance and lost in his thoughts. 

He tried to rub off the weariness on his own face and calm the dread that made his heart plunge to the pit of his stomach each time realization hit him with the sight of Blue on that bed. His daughter was missing, probably in danger. No, most definitely in danger. Who knew what this Kenny person was capable of, or whether she was working alone.

Good God. Cold fear tore at his inside with the thought of his little girl in the midst of some crackhead gang. And here, the woman he loved was under suicide watch, too.

Only last night he'd gone to bed with just his guitar and not a care in the world. Everything felt like a dream right now, a nightmare in fact, but he didn't want to wake up. Because he had found Blue and she needed him.

She looked nothing like the Blue he remembered- mischievous and full of energy even if it wasn't always the positive kind. The woman lying in that bed had very little fight left in her and she held so much sadness and a hint of resignation in her once brilliant honey caramel eyes that had woken up to him, many mornings.

He wished with everything, that he had the power to erase her worries and sadness and calm her fears. He wanted to bring her happiness and rejuvenate her spirit. If it was possible, he would very much like to see a smile that reached her eyes.

But he was no miracle worker and she seemed to have lost a significant part of herself in the course of seven lonely years, taking care of a sick child all by herself. Iverson wondered if it was even possible for her to fully and truly recover and be happy again. There was only one way to find out.

He already got on the market for the very best therapist London has to offer and he had instructed Aldo to get him three more bodyguards from the Agency he came from.

He was going to find their daughter. Oh, he was going to find her. And unharmed, too!

Then neither of them was ever leaving his sight again.

Finally the nurse gathered her shits into a little basket and began wheeling the Cardiac Monitor out of the room, shooting Iverson furtive glances as she walked by him. He could tell she knew him as Clouds but was too shy to say anything about it and if he wasn't so wrung out he would have made an effort to acknowledge her.

"Ivers?" Blue called and he covered the space between them in three long strides. He kept his eyes on hers as he dropped into the white plastic chair beside her bed he was been sitting on earlier before he'd gone to explain their situation to a doctor so Biggie could be given a pass to visit.

"I'm here." He leaned forward towards her bed and took her hand in both of his, tenderly brushing a thumb across the bandage around her wrist before intertwining their fingers. "I'm right here, Blue."

"You should leave." She said quietly but he heard her loud and the words felt like a dagger to his chest.

"Go now, your presence will bring me nothing but trouble. Some of these nurses recognize you and I don't want any of these to get out to the press and further complicate things for me and my daughter. As you can see, I have neither the strength nor desire to deal with the media frenzy and your fans invasion if they get hold of this.

"I'm sure I can afford Biggie's service on my own and I may not even need it. Someone is bound to call for ransom soon, I'll pay anything for my child and I'll get her back. I don't need your presence."

With each word out of her mouth Iverson subconsciously tightened his hold on her hand, afraid she was about to varnish into thin air, again.

"If you think I'm going to just get up and walk away from you, especially when our daughter is missing then you're in the wrong ward."

Her bloody red eyes flashed with defiance at his insinuation that she was insane and although Iverson was getting pretty worked up himself, the expression pleased him a great deal. He wanted her to be anything but resigned from life.

"Why not? It wouldn't be the first time and we managed just fine without you for seven years."

"I left to get well!" He unintentionally raised his voice and stood up abruptly, letting go of her hand as he started pacing back and forth around her bed. "How are you blaming me for this when you didn't even tell me you were pregnant? You accused me of getting Dan killed and then you disappeared!"

She sat up on her bed a little to scowl at him. "I was grieving and I lashed out, I didn't mean it. You could have come back to look for me, just for me. Not because of an extra knowledge that I was carrying your baby!"

He stopped moving at the foot of her bed with a grim look settled over his face, a muscle twitching at the side of his clenched jaw as he stared at her, intently.

"I waited for you." She continued in a falsely calmed tone. "Every day I think, this is the day you show up, the day you find me, us, but you never came. You carried on living your true dream like you and I never happened, like what we had was nothing!

"Still, I waited for you. I fought tooth and nail for our child to live, for my gift to you to survive because I was convinced she'd complete you like she did me. But someone else did that for you, didn't she? That was when I ever truly stopped waiting for you, the day you got engaged to Giraffe."

Their phones beep simultaneously with a "ding" sound after Biggie succeeded in putting a tap on them, so any call either of them receives could be  traced and hopefully lead them back to Lyric but Iverson and Bella were too preoccupied with each other to appreciate his work.

Biggie sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes upwards to the ceiling. "Why am I always around for this?" He grumbled to Valeria on his laptop screen through his mouthpiece, they were both currently hacking every security camera around the Bella's street. 

Iverson moved up the bed to perch beside Blue, he spread his fingers around her slim neck with his thumb directly under her chin and pulled her head closer to his, so close that their eyes almost crossed.

"I'm going to throw something if he kiss her." Biggie grumbled again, rolling his eyes.

"How was I supposed to know any of these, Blue? I'm a musician, not a fortune teller." Iverson whispered, his eyes searching her face.

"If anything, I thought that silly engagement would lure you out. That you'd be bothered by it and reach out to me in some way. But you didn't and I began to believe what we had never mattered, you were indifferent to my feelings anyway. So I thought you were probably married to some guy named Jonny and I tortured myself every night with the thought of you having his kids, living happily in a beautiful house with a picket fence near the lake. Never, not even once did I picture this reality."

Her lips turned up slightly at the corner to mock a smirk. "You remember that?" She asked, it was one of the many silly things she told him when they'd have pillow talk before falling asleep on her bed back in Metropolis.

"I can't forget anything about you, Sweetheart." Iverson brought his other hand to cup her cheek and he gently drew circles with his thumb on her soft skin. "I put on a good show that I've moved on and 'living the dream' without you but I don't think I convinced anyone that matter. Please, don't ever make me leave again." 

A strand of hair fell between her eyes and he gently brushed it behind her ear. "Promise me that you will never make me leave again, Blue?"

She shook her head, sobbing quietly. "My daughter."

"We will find her, I promise you that."

"But she's still dying and there's nothing I can do. I fail her." She cried and met his gaze, the monumental sadness in her eyes all but melt Iverson into a useless puddle. He kissed her forehead and pulled her into his body.

"You're not alone, we are in these together and we will find a way." He cooed, rocking her body ever so softly.

The sudden blare from Blue's phone broke the spell and everyone in the room nearly jumped out of their skin in immediate alertness, this could be Lyric's abductor calling for ransom.

"Put it on speaker." Biggie instructed, typing away furiously on his laptop to start tracing the number immediately but the name that popped up on his screen and Bella's caller was "Dr. Silver" from a St. Barnabas Teaching Hospital nearby.

"Who the hell is Dr. Silver?" Iverson asked.

"Lyric's cardiologist." Blue replied, her brow furrowed in confusion. Her hands were shaking so bad she had to hold the phone with both hands as she clicked the green button and put the call on speaker.

"Hello? Ms. Campbell?" The doctor sounded frantic on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Oh thank the good Lord, I thought you have done something stupid. Are you okay? Where exactly are you at the moment?" He asked, his voice a mixture of relieve, concern and worry. Iverson exchanged a look with Biggie, he didn't like Dr. Silver.

Bella's heart race seemed to only increase with each of the doctor's word. Something was wrong, she could just feel there was more to the call. "What's going on, Doctor?"

"Lyric was rushed in here about an hour ago by your friend Kenny, and you need to get down here as soon as possible. I can't tell you anything else on the phone."

"What?" Everyone in the room gasped when the message finally registered.

Bella leapt to her feet, holding tightly unto Iverson's hand and clutching her phone with the other. "My daughter is at the hospital with you?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you her condition until..."

"I demand to know what is wrong with my daughter, right now!" She yelled into the phone. Remember how Iverson thought she had little fight left in her? Yeah, never mind that. Right now, she looked like she could take on the Army with just her teeth and claws.

There was a sigh and rustling of paper on the doctor's end and then after what seemed like forever, the doctor's voice came through again. "I'm sorry Isabella, the bovine valve part of Lyric's heart gave out sooner than we anticipated."

Everything went silent around Bella, she heard nothing. The human part of Lyric's heart had a hole in it, the bovine valve was the part that balanced everything out. If that part gave out, what exactly was the doctor trying to tell her?

"Don't say it." She whispered, shaking her head vigorously. "Don't you dare say it." The phone slipped out of her numb fingers but Biggie caught it at the same time Iverson's hand went around her.

"You need to hear it." The doctor was saying.

"No." Bella buried her face in Iverson's chest and wailed but the doctor kept speaking anyways.

"Remember how I told you miracle happens?" He asked. "Well, we got a heart. And it's the perfect match for Lyric."

Sorry for the late update, guys. Fun fact; this chapter was written from a hospital, too.