A/N: The italics is Diane singing.

(Diane's POV)

I cried and shook as the taxi from be fast through traffic to the hospital. My stomach hurts so badly...I want to literally die right now and be with him if he dies. I just really hope that he'll even life long enough for me to properly tell him that I'm pregnant...For him to properly feel my baby bump. That would be a miracle for me. The taxi comes to a stop and I literally ran out of the taxi and into the hospital. I look around, terrified as I see a huge crowd people...Where could my husband be?...Where and how am I gonna find him. I just need to breath.

"2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake." I sing as I move through the people and doctors.

"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season".Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes. Like they have any right at all to criticize,hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason." I sang louder as I search wound for any doctors I might recognize.

"Excuse me! Can someone help me?!" I nearly yell, but no one hears. Busy in their world of surgery's. I sit on the seat and look around...I'm going to find my husband...I know it.

"Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable. And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button, girl. So cradle your head in your hands, and breathe!... just breathe!Oh breathe! Just breathe!"

I cried as I sing this little song...I don't know where I've heard it...But I really like it. It feels right in the moment...I'm just glad words are been coming to my head at the moment, and I'm glad that I can sing them in this moment.

"May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss." I sang as so stood up again. Feeling hope that I could find him."Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it..Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.No one can find the rewind button, boys, so cradle your head in your hands.And breathe!...Just breathe! Oh breathe! Just breathe."

I began to search around, running down the halls of the hospital, hoping a nurse would find me and show me my healthy and alive husband. The words I was singing were so relatable and I feel so good to let them out by singing them. I sigh as I check every room on the first floor of this hospital...He's no where to be found...They could have taken him to the morgue already...I sit on the floor, against the wall and began to cry again.

"There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out.And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again.If you'd only try turning around. 2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song.If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to.And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd, cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud.And I know that you'll use them, however you want to..."

People looked at me as they passed but none bothered to stop me and ask if I was okay. This world is so cruel and stupid! I was able to generate only a little voice as I sang again. It made me feel happy when I sang...Pretending Erik was beside me. I want him to hold my hand in this moment to tell me that everything will be okay. But he's not...The least I can do for him is to keep singing.

"But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable..." A woman nurse started to walk towards me as I slowly beginning to stand up, singing louder.
"And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table, no one can find the rewind button now. Sing it if you understand...And breathe! Just breathe! Woah breathe! just breathe! Oh breathe! Just breathe!Oh breathe! Just breathe!..." I stop singing as the nurse came closer to me. She smiled as she held my hands.

"Your amazing at singing." She smiles and hugs me. Nurses are so touchy...I don't even know her. "You've been reported screaming Erik Destler's name through the hallways. Follow me to the room he'll be staying at once he's done his operation." I smile slightly and follow her. My husbands still alive...He's going to be okay...I really hope.

The nurse led me up the stairs. To the place I didn't bother looking. We walked down the halls and all I could remember was when William died and I visited him the hospital...It was one of the saddest moments in my life. I ran into a doctor by accident and he smirked. I could tell he was checking me out. I read on his name tag.Mark Sloan. It looked like he was about to stop me before I heard his pager go off. He then left. The nurse turned to me and chuckled.

"That was Mark Sloan." She blushed. "The attending plastic surgeon here and hottest doctor. I think he was checking you out." Maybe he was checking me out...He was hot and all..But no. I have to worry about my husband who's body is open in a operating table at this very moment. The nurse led me into room number 45 and she told me to sit and wait for an update from Erik's surgeons.

I waited...And waited...It seemed like forever...No one came to update me on Erik's status...Does this mean something went wrong? Is he bleeding out in the table?! So many questions go through my head...I'm gonna throw. I quickly grab a bucket and throw up. Stupid anxiety and morning sickness! I sigh and wait for someone to come. I look up as I hear the door open. It was Mark Sloan. He smirked as he closed the door. Why does he have to find me attractive? There are so many other people in the world. He neared closet to me and sat on the bed.

"Mark Sloan." He reached his hand out to me, which I rolled my eyes at. "I bumped into you in the hallway and I would like to apologize for that." He smirks as I shake his hand. He's trying to hit on me...He's doing a very bad job. But he is hot. I sigh and look at him. "Nice to meet you Mark Sloan...I've heard about you...And I wish not to be with you in any way possible." I smirked slightly. That felt good to reject someone today. It made me a little lies stressed about the fact that my husband might die today. He sighs and take out a card. "Just in case thing's don't go right with your husband...Call me. You're cute." I looked at it...Should I take it? He would be a good rebound if anything happened. I sigh and take it, slipping it in my pocket.

He was going to come closer to me until I heard his pager go off. I know I shouldn't look at his messages. But I did...I saw Erik's name of it...It was a 911. I felt like crying at that moment...But I have to stay strong. He excused himself and ran out of the room. I watched at least ten doctors running to where Mark was running. My poor Erik...I sigh and fiddle with my purse...This all sucks. I felt another stupid and sentimental song coming.

A/N: That's the song. I'm not going write a whole big thing thing where she sings the lyrics. You guys can imagine that. But I will leave the lyrics in this chapter down bellow. The story will continue after the brackets. Diane's bascually singing the song in the video above.

((Step one, you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you
And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a
How to save a life.
How to save a life.))

I breath heavily as I stop singing. That felt so good to let all out. It really did. I lay down on the bed in the room and continue to wait for any update at all...I really hope it's soon so I could just let out any other emotions I have left. Another hour passes as I see no doctors coming to me and telling me what to do. What if all the doctors in this hospital are working on him?...What if he's that bad, that he is declared Brain dead. I would have to pull the plug on him or let him live his life attached to a machine. My thoughts were interrupted when the same nurse came ruining in.

"Your husband's suregon is here to give you an update. Thank you for waiting."
She rushed off and I sit up, ready to hear good or bad news. What did she say his was? I don't think she did.

Soon after, a nice dressed man with jelled hair came in looking down at charts. My savour...The man who will save me husband. He soon walked in, looking down at the papers.

"Hello...I'm Ryan Strucker and I'll be your husbands doc..." He slowly looked up at me...I could tell he was frozen in shock. I know he never expected me to be here...Or even be in front of him. I stand up slowly and walked over to him. I wanted him to get a sense that I'm real. "Diane...You came back to me..." He smiled...I still love him.

DUN DUN DUN

JK LOL

(END OF CHAPTER)

Hey Fantoms,

I hope you enjoyed this musical chapter. Let me with just start off by apologizing for how bad Thai chapter was. I didn't know how to write a chapter where she was singing. So I tried my best. So sorry about that. I'm staying at my grandmother's cause my mother went to Chicago, so updates might be slow or fast. Anyway. What do you guys think about Mark Sloan? A love interest for Diane or just a guy who wants her for her body? And what do you guys think about Ryan?! He's back and he's Erik's doctor! Anything can go wrong in this story, anything can happen. I would love to dedicate this chapter to MarkSloanswife who loves Grey's Anatomy as much as I do. You guys so should really check it out. PLEASE. Read, Vote, Comment, And Share with other people who like Phantom Phanfics. Thank you guys so much. I love you all!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️