Kelsey's Point of View:

This was it.

The moment we had all been waiting for since we've arrived to the hospital.

Swallowing hard, I couldn't help but feel my stomach plummet to the ground as the nurse urged me to take a seat.

I looked up at her through my lashes, impatience thriving immensely as I fought to contain myself from standing up once more. "So?" I prompted, as eager as ever, "Is he okay?"

Tucking her clipboard under her armpit, she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Justin made it through the surgery."

I gasped, letting out a cry of disbelief, "Oh God—"

Putting a hand up, she strictly shook her head. "But he is still very, very critical." Her lips tightened as she stared at all five of us, "I don't wanna give you and false hopes. The next 24, 48 hours are going to be very difficult."

"It's okay because I want to be with him... I want to sit with him." I gave her a hopeful look, the beating of my heart accelerating with each passing second. "Is that okay?" I whispered, fear evident in my tone.

Without another thought to it, she simply nodded her head, turning to take me to his room.

"We'll be right here," Bruce coaxed softly from behind.

Turning, I vigorously shook my head, "No, that's okay. I'm going to be with him all night and you need to rest. I know you've had a long day. So have the guys... go, take a shower, I'll be fine."

"Kelsey—" John began as he took a step forward, "I don't think it's such a good idea for you to stay here alone."

"I'll be fine, okay? The doctors will be in and out anyways and I won't be leaving his side no matter what. I promise," Giving him a small smile, I tugged on the sleeves of my shirt, rolling on the heels of my shoes, "But you should take Carly home. I'm sure the girls are worried as well..." I shared a common gaze with Bruce, Marcus and Marco.

Giving in, Bruce licked his lips, "Alright, but if you need anything—anything at all. You call me, okay? I don't care about what time it is. If he wakes up—"

"He will," I cut through his words, "He's going to wake up."

"Then you call me." Bruce pulled me into his arms, giving me a tight hug to his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. "We'll be back sometime tomorrow morning to check on him."

Letting my eyes drift to a close, I inhaled a comforting breath before pulling away. "Okay," I murmured, "I'll see you guys tomorrow then."

Walking towards me, Carly pulled me into an embrace as well, "I'm sorry." She whispered into my ear.

"Don't be, it's not your fault. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

Pulling away, she grabbed John's hand as they both turned to leave with the others following behind.

Giving them a wave before turning, I followed the nurse all the way through the hallways, passing several rooms until finally we managed to make it to Justin's.

Hesitant at first, I kept my cool, internally relaxing myself with words of encouragement. Biting my lip, I took a step in, standing beside the nurse; I took a sharp intake, my eyes falling on Justin's dispersed figure. His eyes were closed shut with wires hanging to and fro, his chest rising and dropping naturally.

"He's heavily sedated." She informed, her eyes staring over Justin as she pressed her lips together. "Given the extent of damage to his lungs, it's really amazing he's alive."

Twisting my lips to one side, I felt my stomach flutter with hope as I let my eyes close for a split second as I took in her words, letting them ink in and reply over and over again in my head.

"Uhm, do you have any questions about the surgery?" She questioned, turning to face me. When I shook my head, she nodded. "Well... all we can do now is wait and hope he recovers—"

"He will." I spat, a bit too harsh but I ignored it, sick and tired of everyone's "ifs" and "hopes". Justin was going to be okay and I was sure of it.

Giving a simple nod, she walked away, leaving me alone with Justin.

Crossing my arms against my chest, I swallowed, taking a deep breath as I cautiously made my way over to him. Scanning him from head to toe, I fought the images of his bloodied chest to the back of my mind as I took a seat next to his bedside.

Tucking my closed fist under my chin, I kept my other hand safely on my lap. "I'm not used to these kinds of things... I don't know what I should say or what I should do..." Pulling my lips into my mouth, I fought the tears that threatened to fall. Shaking the hair out of my face, I fumbled with my fingers. "Bruce told me today that you, ugh, said that you loved me..." I huffed in astonishment, "I wish I could have been there to hear you say that but... I know that you can hear me so I want you to know, that, uhm..." Taking his hand, I smiled through my tears, "I love you too. I've loved you for such a long, long time... even before the day I had told you for the very first time at your place. I knew that what I had felt for you was strong and it wasn't just some measly crush. It was so much more than that..." Squeezing his hand, I wiping my nose with a napkin I had grabbed from nearby. "I should have told you before you left. I should have said that I loved you... but I didn't and now I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to say it to you ever again..."

Shaking my head, I scoffed to myself, "But you know me... I always get it wrong. The first time or two anyway... I've always been a screw up even before I met you. I was never perfect, I wasn't what my parents wanted me to be and I'm certainly not what you need. You need somebody who will understand all this, who will know how to be strong for you and that's not me. I just—I'm scared. I'm scared of all the things that could go wrong... and I need you. I need you to reassure me that everything's going to be okay. I need you to give me another chance... I need you to give me a chance to make it right. I want you to wake up and look me in the eyes and let me tell you that I love you." I whispered, "I love you so much..." I took a shaky breath as I cradled his hand to my cheek.

"Honey?" A soft voice came from the doorway before stepping inside and over to me where she placed her hands on top of my shoulders.

Not even bothering to turn around, knowing who it was, I smoothed my hand over Justin's, my thumb caressing the top of his as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear; wiping away my tears, sniffling. "He's going to wake up mommy. I know he is. He loves me." I stated a matter of factly.

"I know he does sweetheart," She cooed softly, her fingers weaving into my shoulder blades as she withdrew the tension in them. "So do I," She smiled softly, pressing her lips to my temple. "Where is everyone else?" She wondered.

"I told them to leave... I was home with Carly when Bruce came covered in Justin's blood." I winced at the thought, my eyes staring into space as the memories whirled around in my head. "They need some rest so I let them go."

Pulling me into her side, she laid her cheek down on my head. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"Do you think the surgeon did his best work?" I questioned in wonder, ignoring her questions and proceeding with my own, "Do you think he did everything he could?"

"Of course, Kelsey—"

"But what if his heart wasn't in it? What if he didn't do a good enough job?"

"Kelsey, listen to me—"

"No, think about it." I shook my head, "He's Justin Bieber, known gangster who's killed people in the past with a record piled long."

"Listen to me, Kelsey." My mom squeezed my biceps, as she rubbed my arms up and down in a comforting manner. "Daniel took an oath and when he walks into the operating room, he puts his personal feelings behind. Do you think he's never done surgery on somebody he didn't like?"

Considering what she said, I sighed, "So, he's going to be fine, right? There's nothing to worry about?"

Running her fingers through the strands in my hair, she kissed my cheek, "I'm sure Daniel did everything he could."

Leaning closer to Justin, I smiled, "Do you hear that babe? Hm? Do you hear that? My mom said that you're going to be fine," I patted his hand, "and you know how she hates to be wrong..." I forced a small laugh, trying to ease the pain I was feeling inside, "so you get better, okay?"

"I'm going to leave you two alone; I'll be back later to check on you."

Not bothering to turn away from him, I waved goodbye to my mom, waiting until I heard her footsteps fade away as she disappeared out the door and down the hall before reaching over and brushing my fingertips against his forehead.

"Hey baby..." I murmured gently, frustration building up inside of me, "Can you hear me?" I wondered out loud, "Justin, can you feel me? Can you feel how much I need you right now?" Shaking my head, I laid my forehead down on the tops of our hands, praying to God that by some miracle he can miraculously wake up.

"Please God..." I muttered softy, "Bring him back to me." Letting out a deep breath, I looked over at Justin's closed eyes, a sense of anticipation running through me, "Come back to me." I whispered, "Let me know that you're okay. Please, baby, give me a sign... give me anything." I pleaded desperately.

Huffing, I felt as though I were talking more to myself than anybody else and I was about to give up encouraging when I felt his hand move underneath mine. Looking down, I swallowed hard, hoping that I didn't just imagine that.

After a few seconds, his fingers twitched, slightly curling to hold mine.

Gasping, my breath hitched in my throat as my mouth gaped open in shock. Scrabbling to my feet, I walked closer to him. "Justin?" I asked, hesitant, "Are you awake, baby?" Squeezing his hand slightly, I bit my lip, "Can you open your eyes for me?"

Moving his fingers once more, his lips slightly parted making a thrill of goosebumps rise on my arms in anticipation.

"Justin... come on baby, open your eyes, and say something... anything." I urged softly, anxious for him to wake up. "Do it... come on, I have faith in you." I bit my lip to keep from pestering hi, any further but I was frantic at this point. I needed to know he was alright.

Releasing the grip on my hand, I held my breath to see Justin slowly but surely peel his eyelids open, revealing his honey swirled orbs staring into the distance, a hazed look overcoming.

"Justin," I murmured in shock, my free hand flying up to my mouth as I cupped it in utter disbelief. "Baby, oh my God." I shook my head, willing myself to believe that I wasn't making this all up and he had indeed come back to me.

Keeping the tears at bay, I gently pressed my fingers at the surface of his hairline, brushing his hair back as I tried to stare into his dazed eyes. "Justin, baby, say something. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

Without saying a word, Justin's chest rose and fell with each breath he took though he didn't blink nor move. He just laid there with his eyes open, emotionless.

"Justin?" I squeaked, apparent to the tear that escaped and slid down my cheek. Brushing it away quickly, I sniffled, retrieving my hand back as I took a deep breath. "Justin—no," I hissed, taken back once I caught him losing focus. "Stay awake baby, don't go to sleep," I begged though it was too late; he had already closed his eyes. "Damnit," I spat, grabbing the tab near the corner of his bed as I repeatedly hit the red button that signaled for help to arrive. "Stay with me baby, stay with me," I rustled in aggravation.

Hurrying into the room, I whirled around in time to see my mother walk in. "Justin woke up."

"What? When?"

"Just now, he squeezed my hand and opened his eyes, that's gotta mean something... right?" I pushed, wanting answers, "Right? That's gotta mean he's getting better."

Giving me a dubious look, she rummaged her mind to say something, her mouth agape as she stared wide eyed at Justin, "I'll take a look at him."

"You know what Kelsey? I think you need a break. Why don't you go and get yourself a coffee or something while I check him out, okay?"

"Wha—why? I'm fine mom, I don't need a coffee."

"It'll be good for you to get out of the room for a while. Just to take a breather," She fussed softly, ushering me out the door. "Go on, I'll let you know everything when you get back."

Knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer, I decided I'd do her a favor and left, finding my way around the hospital until I reached the break room. Grabbing a Styrofoam cup, I filled it up with black coffee, dumping two packages of sugar inside and adding milk before mixing it. Placing a cap over the rim I took a sip.

Closing my eyes, I moaned softly to myself as the hot liquid dripped down my throat, soothing me all over and relaxing my muscles just a bit as I headed back to Justin's room, occasionally taking nips of the refreshing coffee.

Noticing my mother was writing the last of the information she accompanied, she turned to me once she heard me step in, closing the flap of the binder containing Justin's information. Giving a small smile, it quickly vanished once I saw her hesitate to take a step towards me.

"Ugh," Pulling me off to the side of the room, she licked her lips, "Justin is... holding his own."

"What does that mean?"

"I have seen patients come back from worse." She stated with a sense of relief, wanting to reassure me that everything was going to be okay.

Scoffing in disbelief, I took a look around the room before my eyes fell back on her, "I can't lose him mommy." I determinedly shook my head, "I won't make it." I whispered.

"Then you just keep doing whatever it is that you're doing."

Nodding my head, I pursed my lips to the side, letting this all sink in. Brushing past her, I walked to the foot of his bed, "What is this? Huh? You're not talking to my mother now?"

"But he will with any luck at all. He will." She pressed gently, her hand curving over my shoulder as she gave it a squeeze.

Pulling my lips in, I took a deep breath in through my nose.

With a kiss to my temple, she turned, leaving me alone with him.

Huffing, I stalked over to his bedside, finding myself growing impatient as I sat beside him, taking his hand in mine. "You're killing me here, Justin..." I muttered. "One second I think you're going to be fine... the next I'm afraid I'm going to lose you." Pressing my lips to his knuckles, I sighed, "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"Do you remember... when you took me? After I saw you take out Parker?" I let out a shaky breath, remising in the memories. "I wasn't afraid of you but more about what was going to happen once my parents find out I was gone." Forcing a laugh, I shook my head. "Truth be told, I was more curious than afraid of anything at night. I wanted to know more about you... I wanted to know the real you. Behind this whole bad boy image you had going for you and aside from all the rumors people spread whether they were true or not. I knew deep down inside that there was more to you than meets the eye." Smoothing my fingers over his hand, I laughed lightly. "Who knew from then that we would become what we are now?"

"Of all the things we've been through, knowing that we've overcome them all, it gives me hope that we can win this... that we can make it." Squeezing his hand, I slowly released it, laying it down on top of his other which was spread on the blanket covering him. "I need to know that you're going to be okay." I whispered.

"It's crazy to think about how much you've become a part of my life." I breathed out, "A few years ago, I was all alone, living in my own shell, oblivious to the outside world, confined. I don't want that. I don't want that life. I don't want to be alone, wondering what it's like to have somebody love you unconditionally. I don't want to think about trying to live my life without you because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Pausing to recollect my thoughts, I rubbed the palms of my hands against my jeans. "You're everything to me. You're important to so many people... there are so many people counting on you to push through this. We need you."

"I know I'm a screw up. I'm hard headed and impatient. I don't follow the rules as often as I should. I'm not good for you but you always give me another chance to make it right..." Pausing, I swallowed, "so I want you to give me another chance, okay? Let me get it right. I want you to... wake up and look me in the eyes and let me tell you that I love you." Shaking my head, I grasped his hand in mine once more, "I love you so much." I silently cried, my throat closing up in the process. "I—" Before I had the chance to say another word, the monitors connected to Justin's body began to beep violently.

"Justin?" Jumping to my feet, I turned to the door, calling out for help, "Get in here!" I shouted for any nurses that happened to be nearby.

Hurrying in, a lady with short brown hair rushed over to Justin's side, "Move." She sternly spoke, checking the lines connected to the monitors.

"What happened?" I questioned, turning back to Justin, "Justin?" I cried out, taken back by what was going on. "What—what happened? What did I do?" I frantically spoke, afraid. "What's wrong?"

"Cold blue, IC, room nine." The nurse spoke high and clear into the attached telephone in the room, "Code blue, IC, room nine." She repeated before slamming the phone shut.

"Justin... please don't die." I begged, "Justin... please." I cried, watching as the nurse attached an oxygen mask over Justin's mouth.

"Clear the room," A tall man shouted as he made his way into the room, a young man following suit. He grabbed a wheeled metal cabinet from nearby, pulling it to the side, next to Justin.

"What's happening?"

"Leave the room, please."

"Respiratory arrest, saturation dropped seventy two percent." The nurse shouted out to the doctor as she held the mask in place.

"He's in shock, start compressions." The doctor ordered, opening up several cabinets.

"What's going on?" I repeated, wanting answers as I watched them fight over things, hassling to get things working in time.

"Get out of here, please." He didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence beside him as he hurriedly got out the things that he needed.

"Justin?" I cried out.

"Charging at two hundred." Rubbing the two metal bars together, he pressed them down to Justin's bare chest. "Clear," He seethed as he tried to resuscitate Justin back to life.

"Justin, oh my God," I cried, cupping my mouth with the palm of my hand, "Please don't die."

Justin's Point of View:

"Justin..." A sweet voice whispered soothingly.

"No change has been done, charging at three hundred." Another voice strictly ordered, pressing two bars to my chest as it shocked my body, pulling me upwards before I fell limp once more.

"Justin... Justin..." A voice murmured gently, urging me to follow her voice in which I did. Walking through an empty meadow I found myself walking over to a door that stood alone. Furrowing my eyebrows together, the voice kept calling out to me.

"Justin..."

I paused in front, grasping the handle.

"He's still in full arrest," A voice interrupted.

"Justin... I'm in the garden." The voice melodically said.

Opening the door, I pushed it to reveal a girl with long blonde hair flowing down her back, sitting down on a wooden bench, a vibrant smile on her face.

Standing at the entrance of the door, a smile pulled at the corners of my lips as I realized who it was. "Jazzy?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." She stood up, her smile escalading as it took over most of her face, her blue eyes burning with happiness. "I knew you'd be here." She clapped her hands together, "I knew you'd find me." Beckoning me over, she cocked her head to the side. "You're home now Justin."

Blinking, once, twice and then a third time, I took a look around before my eyes fell on hers once more, baffled that I wasn't imagining this. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again... I thought that when you died, that was it... I—"

"What are you talking about Jay? You're my brother; of course you'll see me again." Her hair swayed with the wind, "You're home, Justin." She beamed over at me.

Kelsey's Point of View:

"He's skipping; do you want to go again three hundred?" The nurse interrupted her voice stern and full of command.

"Three sixty, charging... now." A buzz was heard before a beep went off and two bars pressed down against Justin's chest, electrifying him in hopes to revive him back to live. "Clear."

"No response."

Removing himself from beside Justin, the other guy who had come with the doctor stepped forwards, pressing the palm of his hand down to the middle of Justin's chest, hurling his other hand on top as he pressed down in three rough, hard pushes.

"Come on," I cried, my vision blurry as I fought the sick churning feeling in my stomach. "Justin, please..." I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with. "Come on baby!"

"We'll try to shock him in one more time." The doctor regimented, taking his helping hand's place as he slid the two metal bars against one another causing friction before holding it down on Justin. "Clear."

A puncture was heard as Justin's body jolted up before falling flaccid once more.

Sharing a wary glance with the doctor, the nurse reattached the oxygen mask she had removed back over Justin's face. "No response." She called.

Pumping his chest with his hands, the other nurse held down three times before letting go.

"Are you going to pull the plug?" The nurse questioned as the doctor placed the bars down on the table of the cabinet he had pulled over.

Pausing to think about it, the doctor glanced away, feverishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Call it."

"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs once I figured out what he meant. "No!" I shouted, pushing the doctor away, facing him head on as the tears coursed down my cheeks. "My boyfriend is not dead! He's not dead, he's not dead," I screeched, balling my hands into fists as I pounded them into his shoulder. "He's not—" Heaving; I turned to Justin, running my fingers through my hair. "He's not dead, try it again!" I whirled around on the heels of my shoes, facing the doctor head on once more. "You try it again, you try it again," I held his arm, pointing over in Justin's direction. "He's not dead." I spat, determinedly. "Do you hear me? He's not dead!"

Justin's Point of View:

"You're beautiful... still beautiful just like the last time I'd seen you." I murmured, forcing a smile on my lips as I stared over at my sister with blazing eyes filled with adoration. "I thought you—" Shaking my head, I looked away.

"It's easy to love, Justin." She changed subjects, her body glowing under the bright sun. "You don't have to fight it so hard."

Pressing my lips together, I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jeans. "Whoever I love goes away," I stated monotonously. "You died that night because of me."

"But I'm still with you." She stated a matter of factly. "Don't you know how much I love you? You're my brother. I will always love you—no matter what."

Seeping in a sharp breath, I pulled my lips together tightly, my jaw twitching. "I'm not good." I murmured gently though venom dripped with each word.

"Justin," She sighed, her eyes sadly staring into mine with a knowing gaze, "You love with all your heart, even when you hide it from yourself." She smiled large, "It's okay to be here Justin."

Pursing my lips, I took into consideration what she had said though a part of me tugged on my insides, reminding me why I can't. "I don't want to do this." I stated, my eyes watering.

Leaning my open palm against the border around the door, I took a deep breath. "I used to lie in bed at night, picturing you sitting in your room listening to music like you always did when you came from school. I used to try to think about how if it weren't for me you'd still be alive today and I'd wonder what you'd be doing..." Forcing the tears to fall back, I swiped my hand down the side of my face and over my mouth.

"Justin—" Jazzy shook her head, "it's not your fault." Her eyes shadowed regret, "I followed you out that night, I didn't listen... I should've stayed home but I didn't." Looking down at her feet, she tucked her hair behind her ears. "You didn't press the button that blew up the warehouse, Justin. Jason did..." Weighing down on one leg, she grimaced, "He's the one who killed me. Not you. I forgave you a long time ago. It's your turn to forgive yourself. You can't keep beating yourself up over something that you couldn't control."

"It won't bring you back to me." I whispered.

"But I'll always be in your heart. I've been watching over you Justin... you can drop it all and be with me again if you let yourself free." Her eyes burned into mine, lunging me towards her. "We can watch over mom, dad and Jax together."

Licking my lips, I scratched the back of my head, letting my hand slap down to my thigh. "I begged to be with you. To see you again but now that I'm here, I can't—I can't stay." I looked behind me for a split second, contemplating leaving and turning back to Jazzy. "I gotta girlfriend... I have the guys—they love me, I love them. I don't tell them that enough because I'm afraid that if I... if I..." Pausing, I bowed my head, taking a couple breaths, "They'd go away and I'd be alone and they'd be alone without me."

"It's okay Jay, I can wait. I can love you from here," She shrugged, "Besides, she's kickass. It's a shame I can't meet her. I've seen her whip you into shape." She teased lovingly.

Fighting the corners of my mouth that pulled to smile back, I chuckled. "Kelsey's... she's something else." I smirked, thinking back to all the times we've spent together. "She yells, sometimes she lies, we fight all the time but she—she..." Cupping the back of my neck with my palm, I rubbed it before looking back up at Jazzy. "She made me care when I didn't think I could. She gave me my family back when I thought I would never see them again. She drives me crazy. She talks back and rarely listens when I tell her to do something for her own good but I love Kelsey, Jaz. I don't want to leave her."

A vibrant smile etched across her beautiful face, her blue eyes blazing. "Then you shouldn't."

Taking a look around, I peered inside, taking notice to the things around her. "You gonna be alright?" I asked protectively, that urge kicking in as I stared over at my little sister just mere feet away from me.

"I'm safe here Justin." She interlaced her fingers, "There's no loss, there's no pain... I'm okay." She grinned, "I love you and when you're ready, you'll be here."

Biting my lip, I balled my hands at my sides, fighting the urge to hug her. "I'll always have you in my heart."

"And you're in mine big bro." Smiling as a tear escaped, I watched as it glistened in the light before disappearing. "Be happy Justin. Be loved... that's all I want for you."

"I love you Jaz."

"I love you too Jay."

Taking a step back, I inhaled deeply, letting it out as I turned to walk behind the door. Grabbing it, I glanced at Jazzy one last time before shutting it, blocking out the brightness.

Kelsey's Point of View:

"Clear!" The doctor called as he pushed into Justin's chest with the taverns and with one pull of his body, it fell back stiff, an on-going beeping sound occurring soon after.

"Come on..." I murmured, the tears escalading down my cheeks in a rush as I bobbed on my feet back and forth, impatience bubbling inside of me.

"We've got a sinus rhythm." The nurse exclaimed, taking the oxygen mask from his face as she settled it down, checking his progress on the monitors. "We've got a pulse."

"Oh my God," I murmured as I cupped my mouth in shock, not being able to believe what I just heard as my stomach fluttered with hope.

"What's his VP?" The doctor questioned, taking out his pen as he scribbled something down on Justin's chart.

"Seventy over thirty eight," The nurse informed as they continued to put things away and check to see if there was anything else left to do. Orders were being thrown left and right but I didn't pay enough attention to know what they were saying.

"Thank you God..." I whispered into my hands as I looked up, my eyes squeezing shut. "Thank you." Looking over at the doctor just as he began approaching me, I let my hands drop to my lap.

"We had a bit of a scare there. His heart completely gave out for a few minutes but he should be fine now. He managed to revive him back to his previous state." Licking his lips, he gazed into my eyes, an intensity I never noticed hidden beneath his brown soles. "I don't know what it is but he's holding onto something. Usually when something like this happens, there is no coming back from it. Whatever it is, it is definitely worth something to him." Patting my back gently, he gave me a warm smile. "You're very lucky ma'am and whatever it is that you're doing, keep it up."

"Thank you." I whispered, biting my lip as my eyes burned holes into Justin's peaceful nature. He was currently sleeping on the bed, his breathing neutral, his lips slightly parted.

It was then that I realized we truly only live once and something like this was a moment in our lives where we shouldn't take anything for granted and if Justin were awake right now, I know he's want his family around him.

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I hesitantly bit my lip as I flicked through the numerous numbers I held saved on my phone until the familiar name glowed on my screen. Pressing my phone to my ear once I dialed, I waited for them to pick up. "Come on... come on..." I murmured gently, impatience thriving through me.

After the fifth ring, a click was sound. "Hello?"

I swallowed nervously. "Pattie?"