He began to wonder if this is what Dahlia saw by the lake, when he took the rest of the morphine.

You threw up, punched a doctor, then passed back out.

He scared her. She was scared.

"Please don't do this," Roy said quietly, holding back tears.

MacKenzie grew limp in his arms, and Roy held her closer.

He wasn't allowed to touch her in the hospital. He wasn't allowed to hold her closer. Timothy and Sparrow had no idea. Helena stood outside the hospital room, a long coat covering her scantily clad excuse for a maid.

"I wasn't quite thinking I'd see her this soon," Dr. Bernstein told Roy.

"Can she hear me," Roy said softly.

"You've been talking to her, haven't you?"

I ruin every person I touch, pretty much.

"Unfortunately, situations like this can be quite common with women in her condition. Although many women become hysterical at some point in their life. Her recent events have obviously triggered the attempt on her own life."

Attempt on her own life.

"Do you know what she took?"

"More than likely ibuprofen. Women have greater access to it now.

Roy nodded slowly.

"We'll need to keep her for awhile for observations, although I don't think long term hospitalization will be necessary if she has someone with her while she recovers."

"Yeah," Roy swallowed, studying the rise and fall of MacKenzie's chest as she breathed.

I'm not going to leave you. I'm never going to leave you.

"It's best we let her sleep for now," Dr. Bernstein said, obviously irked at Roy for wanting to stay in the room longer. He was basically kicking him out.

I told her I wasn't going to leave.

Helena followed Roy down the hospital corridor as he went outside. His hands shook so badly he could barely light a cigarette.

"Smoking is very bad for you."

"Do you have anything to do with this?" Roy shot back.

"What."

"Did you have anything to do with this. You knew MacKenzie had overdosed before I told you anything."

"You told me to call the doctor. I was assuming."

"That's an awful thing to assume so quickly."

"Why would I have anything to do with MacKenzie's overdose? I just met the woman not too long ago."

"I don't believe you."

"Did you just...did you just put a cigarette out on your leg?"

Roy's thousand mile cold dead stare did nothing to Helena.

"You drove off. I told her we had relations at the club, yes. She deserved to know."

"And what did you do after you told her that?"

"She said she had a headache. I gave her some water.

"You're a waste of beauty. You're a shell of a human being. It's disgusting."

How many cigarettes do I have to smoke before  she stops standing next to me in silence before she leaves?

"I'm going to go get something to eat."

Five. A total of five cigarettes. FIVE.

Roy wheeled back inside, realized he forgot MacKenzie's room number, and asked someone at the nurse's station. The woman rolled her eyes, pointing across the desk.

Well, I'm fucking sorry.

Roy held MacKenzie's hand.

"I'm never going to leave you."

MacKenzie squeezed Roy's palm, eyes still closed.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't deserve this," Roy whispered.

"I-I had a headache," MacKenzie said quietly, her mouth dry.

"I thought I was losin' you for a minute."

MacKenzie opened her eyes. The whites looked yellow.

"And I'm so, so fucking sorry I made you feel like this."

MacKenzie swallowed. A tear ran down her cheek.

Please, please, please talk to me.

"Roy, I love you."

"I love you too."