Jamie looked at me with tears running down her fact, but I wasn't sure why and fear tore at my heart and I thought about running, but I was stronger than I had been months ago and I wasn't going to run this time.

"Will someone tell me what's going on?!"

Jamie tried to speak a couple of time but she was crying to hard. I turned to the doctor who hadn't said anything, "Well?"

I was going numb and I wasn't feeling anything. "He made it through surgery as well as can be expected. The next couple of days will be very telling."

Whatever he said next was beyond me because for the first time in my life I fainted.

When I woke up I was on the hospital floor and there were nurses and family all around me, "What happened?"

Jamie smiled through tears, "The doctor told you that James had made it through surgery alright and you fainted," she chuckled a little.

It seemed that no one could stay standing when they heard the good news. I should have found more humor in this, but right now all I was feeling was relief. It was finally over and we had all made it. I knew that whatever happened after this everything would be fine.

I laughed out of relief and felt like I could finally breathe, "I thought that's why I was on the floor," I joked.

I was helped up and someone asked if I needed a doctor or anything. I rolled my eyes and shook them all off. I looked for the doctor, "When can we see him?"

"Not for awhile yet, and family is the only one admitted into the room."

Before I could protest Jamie spoke up, "She's family."

The doctor looked like he wanted to protest but he wisely kept him mouth shut and said that he would tell us when James could see people. Everyone waited and it took forever for someone to get to us. No one was moving fast enough for me, but lucky for them I was to out of it to complain much.

When I saw James lying in the hospital bed he was still out of it and he had a tube going from his mouth and one through his nose and he had an IV in his arm and I stopped checking out all of the things he was hooked up to after that. I could only take so much. James looked like hell but I was so grateful to see him alive. I went up to his bed attentively and asked the nurse who was hanging around if it was okay to touch him. She said that it was okay and I took his hand.

"You're going to be okay now," I didn't let the fear I was feeling enter my voice.

"You'll have to wait awhile before you get out of here, but when you do we're all going to throw you a really big party and you're going to be the center of attention just like you like."

I kissed him on his head and I turned to leave when the nurse told me it was time to go. I turned back to him before I left.

"I love you," I told his unconscious form, and then I left.

The next couple of days were hell and then the days after that we're even worse. James was hooked up to a lot of machines for a long time and he slept a lot, but he didn't get an infection and the liver didn't reject him. The doctor told us that this was the ideal situation for a patient and I really didn't want to agree with him because James looked like hell, but I figured that if this was what was supposed to happen than I would hate to find out what would happen to James if this weren't an ideal situation.

I couldn't even think about it.

I went to school as much as I could but most of the time my mind wasn't even on my schoolwork and when I had to take a test I went through hell trying to pass because I couldn't concentrate long enough, but I made it through.

James may have been on the road to recovery, but it was a long road. James was recovering well from what they told me and I did my job by doing what I did best. I gave my support. I made sure he knew that I loved him. It wasn't a hard job because I wanted to be there and give my support and I did love him. I was just scared out of my mind while I was doing all of those things because I kept expecting something to happen that would ruin it all. I knew that everything was going to be fine, but my head and my heart were constantly telling me two different things.

The more time passed the more I realized that nothing bad was going to happen and I stopped worrying about when the other foot was going to drop.

I drove the nurses and doctors nuts because I didn't listen to the rules. I didn't go home when I was supposed to. I came before visiting hours, and I sat on the bed even though I wasn't supposed to. I also complained when James was taking tests because I wouldn't stop asking questions about what was going on and what was taking so long. I complained about the food. I did everything I could to make everyone's life hell and I wasn't even trying.

James eventually wasn't hooked up to so many machines and we could finally talk. It was a mixed blessing. I missed talking to him, but apparently we talked to loud. You would think that someone would have kicked me out by now but no one did. I was grateful for that.

I was sitting on James' bed one night, after visiting hours when James started staring at me. When he didn't stop I almost lost my mind, "What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?"

He smiled, "I'm just staring at you cause you're so beautiful," he flirted.

I smirked, "Save the lines for when you can put them to better use."

James laughed and it looked like it hurt him to do it. I had to remember not to make him laugh. "You okay? Do I need to get someone?"

"Nope, I'm good." He moved around a little to get more comfortable.


James gave me a look, "When I feel death knocking I'll have you grab a doctor."

I was not amused, "Not funny."

"Aw. You know you love me."

"I know that."

"Say it."

"Oh, I don't know. Since you know it what's the use?"

He laughed again and winced again. He gave me the puppy dog eyes.

I scoffed, "Fine! I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too."

I got off the bed and hoped onto the chair just before a doctor came in. His shoes squeaked and I could always tell he was coming to make a visit like five minutes before hand because of those damn shoes. I loved those shoes. I never got into trouble because of them.

He looked up from his clip board, "I told you to stay off the bed," he reprimanded.

I looked innocent, "Was I on the bed? I wasn't on the bed. I was here the whole time."

"Ms. Neel it's after visiting hours," Mr. Doctor told me.

I grinned, "Shhh… Don't tell the nurses."

I knew that the doctor didn't want to, but he laughed.

Yep, it was a good day.

James and I were sitting on his front porch two months later. James hadn't been home long, but he was already looking a whole lot better now that he was home. I had been really scared when they told us that he was ready to go home because I thought something might happen. But it had been a week and so far James had just looked better than ever. I was so happy that sometimes I thought I was dreaming, but I never was. I was finally realizing that I was supposed to have the happy ending.

"I think we should name our first born after me," James informed me.

I laughed and looked at him, "Oh really?"

He nodded and gave me a cocky look, "Who else do you know more amazing then I?"

I snorted and punched him on the arm and he played the injured party.

"You're fine."

He thought about this for a second, "Yeah, I am," he agreed.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The two of us just watched the sun go down and the neighbors come home from work. I had never felt so safe in my life.

I was home, and I was never going to leave.

"Someday we're going to have a house of our own and we're going to fill it with kids," James said confidently.

I nodded and snuggled into his arms. "Yep, one day we are going to have it all."

"But right now is pretty damn perfect though."

I couldn't think of anything more perfect, "Yep."


Again no one said anything.

"So when do you want to get married?"

"Slow it down honey. Let's get you to prom first."

"I don't want to go to prom," he grumbled.

I gave him a look that told him he would be in a lot of trouble if he didn't ask me to our senior prom.

"But for you I'll do anything," He said changing his mind.

I laughed and pulled him up out of the chair and into the house so we could check out what his mother was making for dinner. One day I would marry him and cook for him and be the mother to his kids, but right now I was happy.

Now that we had all the time in the world, I didn't want to rush any of it. I wanted to remember every moment that the two of us would have together. We would go to prom before we would get married.

The End

A/N:It took me awhile to put up this chapter because I didn't want to post it until I had finished the story. I worked for awhile on an ending when I realized that this was it and there was nothing else. I wanted an epilogue, but I just don't think that there is one that I can write that will make me happy. I think that some stories don't need more and I think this is one of them.

Does this mean that I won't cheat and not make any cute one shots for the story...? I don't know. I was working on something that was suppose to be the epilouge, but it didn't fit. I have one more chapter and I have nowhere to put it. So it might show up as a one shot. It might not. Be on the look out.

Evil Angel of DOOM- No work for me yet. I'm looking, but as of this moment I am unemployed. This depresses me, but I'll live. I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter. I didn't mean for it to be such a long wait. Especially since I already had the chapter written. Anyway, I see what your saying about the sex scene. I can see were your coming from. I'll work on it when i get around to fixing the story. I want to go back and fix a lot, but I can't do it just yet. I have to give it time. I don't know what I would have done without you. You were here with me since the beginning and now it's the end. I'm so depressed now. Anyway I hoped you liked the ending.

vio923- Everything is okay in the end. See? I'm betting that your pretty happy about it. I hoped you liked the ending! Thank you for all of your reviews.

FireFallon- See. You don't have to kill me now! I'm so glad that I don't have to die. Anyway, I hoped you liked the ending. Thanks for all of the reviews.

A/N: This is it... I'm so sad. I am working on something new. Keep a look out. Hope you all loved the ending. I hope to see you all in another story.