A/N: Warning: this chapter is full of feels and love sickness. I recommend watching this before, during, or after reading because Patrick Stump... *gets chills* Btw, it's loud and beautiful. Happy Reading... :)

Patrick's POV

I couldn't be more excited. Finally, I was in the same building as my other half. I jogged from my car to the lobby. The lady at the front desk recognized me with a pleasantly surprised expression. I smiled and waved quickly before passing her up towards the elevators.

The wait couldn't have been more excruciating. I almost had to pry the door open with my hands. It feels a little awkward, but I double check myself in the reflective door. I guess I look okay for a guy who just ran out of the house at 9 in the afternoon. The one thing I forgot was a hat, and I doubt she'd mind.

After the door eventually opened, I turned the corner. Her room was the second one to the right. I'd memorized it without even knowing.

The large glass window brought back disturbing memories of when I last came here. She almost died that night. I almost lost her. Not now. Not today. The only new thing about the glass is that the blinds are closed.

It made me a little nervous. Was she not in there? Was I just second guessing myself? It's late, most of the patients in the ICU are sleeping. It's probably just because of how late it is in the day.

I must've sat there for a minute, holding my fingers around the door handle. Medics and nurses passed by me, giving me weird looks.

"Atta boy!" I heard Pete's encouraging words echo in my head. I took a breath in and pushed the door open and closed it behind me.

When I saw her, I dropped everything. The strings of my guitar vibrated by the action, but I could hardly care.

It didn't take long for my vision to get blurry. There was nothing to hide it for anymore and I sure didn't.

There were flowers everywhere; on counters, folded tables, and on the floor. "Get Well" balloons were tied to her bed. A giant poster ran across the walls, signed by fans. I pointed out Pete, Andy, Joe, and Emily's names. Everyone had already came to see her. Everyone but me.

"O-Oh my god, Leah. Look at you," I stammered and raced up to her side. My legs gave out and I fell in the chair next to her. I reached out to her hair, still in loose curls. I laughed through my tears, "You look so beautiful."

My hands fiddled with the tubes that wrapped around her and were hooked up in different places. Steady breaths fogged the tube connected to her nose.

I looked down and sniffed, "I've missed you so much. I don't have any excuses for not being here with you. I'm so sorry... This should've never happened."

"I guess I was just sort of afraid. I'm afraid that you'll give up because it's too hard to stay. It got too far, and could've got a lot worse, if it weren't for Pete," I glanced down at her hand.

I lifted my own hand, shaking like a chihuahua. Slowly, I moved towards hers and grabbed it, not feeling the warmth that filled my heart when she squeezed her fingers into my hand. My fingers locked around hers and I shut my eyes to try to force the tears back; but my lip to keep a sob back.

"The fans have been so supportive... They've donated money to help, they've come to see you, they support our relationship, which is a huge surprise, especially after Elisa," I took a second to catch my breath, "I just wish you could be here with me."

I swallowed back a lump in my throat and pushed on. Maybe she'll get better if she hears the sound of my voice, "I know you didn't mean to say that stuff about us, that night before your coma. I can't blame you for the effects of the coma along with the pressure of getting back home. It's not your fault, it's mine. And I'll wait with you here as long as you want to. I'll be here until you wake up and we can start all over again."

I glanced back at my guitar on the ground and then turned back to Leah, "At the meet and greet, you said I wouldn't remember you... You're wrong. You're so miserably wrong, Leah. Even if you don't make it. I'll remember you. I'll remember you for every second, every minute, every hour of my life. I'll remember you for centuries..."

That was when I lost it. I'd be devastated if she died, but I'd never forget her. I'd try my hardest to move on, but no woman could ever trump Leah Carter.

"Leah, I want you to live," I said, gripping her hand, "I want that more than anything else in the world. I want you to fight like hell through this and stay with me. If it's too hard for you to keep fighting, you can go... I need you to know that it's okay. I'm okay with that..."

It was all too hard, and I wasn't prepared to make a speech about it. There was so much to say, how could I say it?

I moved in closer and held the back of her head, gently. I remembered how lifeless she felt in my arms, the days that I carried her to safety. She still felt the same way. I leaned in and kissed her, half hoping that she'd wake up like princesses do in fairytales. But this is not a fairytale and it's not time for her to wake up yet. Her eyes remain locked away, behind her lids.

I glanced over at the poster. Andy, Joe, and Pete's signatures were boldest, up at the top. I strolled over, smiling through my tears. Fans wrote little notes to Leah - and me, surprisingly. I traced over their names with my shaky finger. My breath caught as I looked up at the top.

There was a blank space in the top, right corner next to the boys'. I grabbed a the sharpie on the counter under the paper and lifted myself up on my toes, carefully signing my name. I whispered the words as I wrote them, "Je te aime. Ich liebe dich. Aishiteimasu. Te amo. Ti amo, mi amore... I love you."

Capping the sharpie, I leaned into the counter and folded my hands behind my head. It took me a good five minutes for me to stop crying, and I wasn't even done. I feel so weak to be able to cry like this every day. I often wonder if it's possible to run out of tears. I can't help it.

After a debate with myself, I picked up my acoustic guitar and brought it over to her. I was careful with the strings as to not wake anyone up.

I didn't plan on a song in particular, but didn't have a hard time picking one out. This song saved her life last time, hopefully it'll be good luck for us again...

"I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.

You'll never catch us, so just let me be. Said "I'll be fine" till the hospital or American Embassy.

Miss Flack said "I still want you back"
Yeah, Miss Flack said "I still want you back".

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch. And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one who gave up on you, who gave up on you.

They say the captain goes down with the ship. So, when the world ends will God go down with it?

Miss Flack said "I still want you back"
Yeah, Miss Flack said "I still want you back".

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch. And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one who gave up on you, who gave up on you.

What a catch, what a catch, what a catch, what a catch.

I will never end up like him. Behind my back, I already am. Keep a calendar, this way you will always know.

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch. And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one who charmed the one who gave up on you, who gave up on you.

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch."

As I finished, I kissed the crease in her forehead and set my guitar down. It wasn't long before I found myself falling asleep next to her.