Quorra POV

My eyes were heavy, I could feel them weighing down on me as I tried to pull them open. I could see the light through my eyelids though and I could sense that I had woken up. I could feel the presence of people around me, moving about, standing over me, and shuffling. I could hear multiple tones of beeping, chirping, and chugging close by as my ears started to wake from their slumber as well.

I didn't know where I was but I knew that I wasn't in the peaceful space of the hotel that I had remembered myself in.

"Gosh, I feel…Sam what's going on?"

I heard my voice echo clearly through my head. I could remember the sharp pains in my stomach and the feeling that my lungs were closing up on me. I could remember my heart starting to race because of the confusion and fear that was starting to tear through my body.


My head rattled as I heard my voice cry out helplessly. I could hear my labored breathing inside my head and multiple people shouting around me. Sam was there, I could hear his voice talking frantically close to my head.

"What's going on with her?"

Sam's shout racked through my head and then I felt a searing pain shoot through my body. I remember not being able to breathe because liquid started to gather in my throat.

The realness of the memories were frightening until I had been submerged into darkness.

My eyes fluttered open then, wincing at the bright lights around me. I could feel a familiar warm hand covering both of mine and it helped me ground myself to reality, to what I was supposed to be facing now.

I attempted to turn my head to look for him but I stopped as I felt a wave of discomfort shoot through my spine. My body felt stiff. How long had I been lying down for?

I let my eyes wonder around the room to search for him. He was sitting in a chair that had been pushed closely up against the bed that I was lying in. His arms were positioned on the edge of the bed with his elbows propping him up and his hands were clasping mine. I looked up at his face to see his features full of sadness and…worry maybe? His eyes were dull and his mouth was set into a deep frown.

I tried to call his name but when I opened my mouth; I sucked in a breath instead, followed by a sting that fell down my throat. I breathed out then, making a soft groaning noise as my body shuddered.

Sam jumped slightly in his seat looked over at me anxiously, widening his eyes as he zeroed in on my face. "You're awake," he whispered as he turned himself so he could look at me fully. He barely shook his head and he tipped one side of his lips into a smile. "You're alive," he breathed as the other corner of his mouth pulled up into a smile. "You're okay," he said in a tone that sounded like he was reassuring someone but I didn't know who.

I looked at him blankly, blinking the heaviness out of my eyes as I did so. I took my gaze away from his for a moment to look at the small room around me. I was in a hospital room again, stationed to a bunch of monitors, and refined to this bed, again. I could feel the coldness of the hospital around me and the utter eeriness of the place.

"Do you remember?" he asked me in a quiet voice as he leaned in a bit closer. I answered by giving him the smallest of nods. I knew, by the look on his face, exactly what he was talking about. "They said that there was a chance that you wouldn't remember anything, none of your life," he told me softly and I could see that he seemed scared.

I took in another stinging breath but then noticed that I was still getting oxygen when I held my breath. That's when I felt something plastered to the bottom of my face. I took one of my hands away from Sam's and felt my face, noticing strange tubing on my face and attaching to my nose. "It's an oxygen tank," he told me as he realized where my confusion was coming from. "You've been out for a few days and you were in ICU until yesterday," he said as I felt his fingers trace the back of my other hand. "You can't really breathe on your own right now."

He reached out and grabbed my hand when I started to tug at the tubing. I looked at our two hands and noticed the contraptions attached to my fingers. I recognized them though. The Band-Aid looking cloth with the red light coming from it was to read my pulse and the clear tube on the back of my hand was an IV feed.

I reached my arm out as far as I could and pressed my hand against his warm cheek. The heat coming off of him was soothing and I heard myself breathe a shaky sigh because of the comfort that it brought me. "Is my hand cold?" I asked him in a whisper. My body shook slightly as I spoke to him and I took another semi-painful breath.

He leaned in even closer so my elbow was resting on the bed and he placed one of his hands over mine gently on his cheek. "Very cold," he breathed with a nod. "It almost makes me shiver," he told me quietly.

I brought my hand from his cheek to the side of his neck, cupping it. The small tubing tugged on me though and Sam pulled my hand away from him and back onto the bed. I scanned over his face and noticed how his eyes drooped. "You look tired," I told him in a stronger voice. I lightly gasped at how cracked and broken my voice sounded.

He grimaced and I could sense the uncertainty in his face. "I couldn't sleep…" he started as he looked out the window briefly before turning back to me. "They told me…that you were going to die. They said that they would do what they could but all odds were against you," he breathed as I saw his eyes droop. "I didn't want to sleep, I couldn't. I was afraid that I would wake up and you wouldn't be there," he went on. "I've slept for maybe eight hours in the past four days, when Alan and Lora would come to check on you."

"Will you tell me what happened?" I asked him as I moved my fingers around in his hands. "I remember…some things but I still don't know what happened to me. All I can truly remember is the pain," I whispered. "Everything got foggy after that until everything went black," I said.

Sam exhaled deeply. "You were fine when we left for dinner…absolutely fine. You were going on and on about how you wanted a kitten and a motorcycle," he started as he pulled one of his hands from mine to rub his temple. "We got inside the restaurant and you started acting strange once the waiter gave you your drinks. It all happened so quickly then," he breathed as she shook his head from side to side. "That girl…Dillinger's date…she poisoned you, Quorra. There was security footage of the girl putting some clear liquid in your wine glass. It was potassium cyanide."

I listened to him carefully as he explained everything to me.

"Quorra, you should have died from the dose that was put in your drink. You should have died within minutes," he choked out. "God…I was right there and I didn't know," he mumbled guiltily as he placed his head in his hands. "It just eats me up. I was sitting there right next to you. I could've stopped it…"

"That's not your fault…" I tried to reassure him but I was interrupted as the door opened to the small room.

A nurse in a light purple uniform came in briskly. "Oh," she said as she looked over at me and then at Sam. "Dr. Fields wasn't expecting that you would be up until tomorrow at the earliest," she murmured as she picked up a clipboard and started to shuffle through the pages. "When did she wake?" the lady asked as she turned her gaze on Sam.

"Ten minutes ago, maybe."

She nodded towards him. "I'll go get Dr. Fields," she said before she turned on her heel and exited the room, shutting the door softly behind her with a click.

I turned my attention to Sam again. "What happens now, Sam?" I asked him quietly as I let my fingers trail over the soft blanket that I realized was one of my blankets from home.

"We're going to go somewhere for a while," he told me. "Until things start to clear up," he added. "The girl is in jail for now; her trial will be in a week or two. A few of the waiters at the restaurant have been brought in for questioning. They are trying to see if there's a link between the two mishaps," Sam said. "Dillinger was put under custody with the girl but the officials that have started to question him are saying that he may have had nothing to do with it," he continued with a sigh. "That's a lie, I think he coordinated this. I don't know what his problem is with you."

"But you don't know that," I told him softly.

He stood then, taking a step back. "You didn't see how he was looking at you during the dinner. He was waiting, Quorra! How could you not have noticed it?" he inquired in a higher voice.

I didn't answer him. My head started to pound and I could feel my heartbeat becoming quicker, but why?

Sam noticed it too. I saw him look over at the monitors as the beeping noises seemed to suddenly double. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing before he heaved a large sigh. Another nurse came in and she glanced between the two of us. She glared over at Sam. "If you're going to frighten her, we'll ask you to leave."

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm not frightened, I'm fine," I interjected quietly as I sunk into the pillow some more, trying to relax. The nurse looked over at me and just nodded before exiting the room.

Sam sighed and sat down in the chair again, taking my hands as he did so. There was still a pink cast on my right hand so Sam laced his fingers with mine. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again but this time it was directed to me only. "I just…this bothers me."

"Will everything be okay now?" I asked him softly. "There's no one trying to kill me anymore?" I asked him.

"I believe so…" he started. "Alan has been overseeing things with the authorities. A detective will come in soon to talk with you but…I think that there's nothing to worry about for now. Anyone that was suspected has been brought in or already been processed in jail. The only thing to really worry about is the publicity that this is going to bring up. I'm trying my best to keep that at a minimum though," he stated. "It's insane at how badly you have been worrying me these days. I may fall ill," he told me as he tried to smile at me.

"You should stop worrying. I'm okay," I told him. I wrinkled my nose as I swallowed. "There's a very bad taste in my mouth," I commented.

Sam nodded knowingly. "It's from all of the medications they had you on to balance out your blood pH," he said. "You're body became intoxicated and your blood was way too acidic. They put you on medicines that would help equalize your pH levels as well as base foods and drinks that they could feed through that tube," he explained as he gestured to one of the many contraptions that sat near me. "But your body seemed to handle itself. They still don't know how it happened so quickly."

"But that's good though, right?" I asked him.

"Of course it is. You just have all of the doctors confused. They say that it's a miracle," he said and I saw the light smile show on his face.

"Well, I haven't heard that before," I told him sarcastically. "Maybe there is something different about me then," I pondered.

He nodded. "But we'll talk about it later. When we go out of town, I'll be taking you to New York City with Alan and Lora to meet this Doctor. Alan talked to him and he thinks that it's worth a shot. As soon as you get out here, we'll go."

"I've never been there before. What's it like?" I asked him.

He grinned. "It's one of the largest cities in the world. Skyscrapers, crowded streets, many people, accents," he told me. "It's different from here."

I started to speak when two people entered the room. "That sounds amazing, Sam," I murmured as my eyes shifted to the nurse that I had seen earlier and a middle-aged man in a white coat that I didn't recognize.

"You seem to be doing quite alright," he said as he pulled up a rolling chair to the bed and sat right next to me. "I'm Dr. Fields. I've been overseeing your case since you got here a few days ago," he told me as his cool hand touched one of mine briefly. "You've made quite a recovery," he went on as he started to write something down on a notepad. "Do you remember anything?" he asked me.

"That night…is a little blurry, but I remember most of it, I believe," I answered softly.

"Excellent," he said kindly as he scribbled something else down. "Your pulse is almost back to normal, it's about ten beats slower than I'd like but it's an improvement. It seems…" he paused as he grabbed the clipboard and started to flip through the papers. "As though you've stopped vomiting. Carly could you get her some milk?" he asked and within two seconds, the nurse had left the room. "You're throat probably burns a little bit. The milk will help it feel better and replace the tissue. I'd give you a carbonated drink but you can't have those at this time. Would you like to try going without the IV drip?" he asked as he turned to look over at Sam. "You'll be in more pain, like a stinging or burning sensation probably. We're going to try and see if you'll eat something that's not fed through a tube and I'll send a nurse in to put you to sleep afterwards."

"Maybe we could wait-"

"I'd like to try, yes," I said as I glanced over in Sam's direction and smiled. Sam frowned and was about to say something but the doctor cut in.

"If there are any issues, we'll put her right back on it, Mr. Flynn," he said with a genuine smile. "She needs to try and go without it before we can take her off of the oxygen," he went on.

"Alright," Sam mumbled as he relaxed a little bit.

The doctor stood then and placed the clipboard and notepad where he had gotten them from, starting to exit the room. "Carly will be back with milk and something to eat. I'll send in someone to take you off of the IV in about a half hour," he said as he reached the door. "It was nice meeting you."

He left then, shutting the door softly behind him. "Do you think you can sit up on your own?" Sam asked me.

I attempted to start to pull myself up. My body was a lot weaker than I thought it was. Sam stood again and this time, leaned in towards me and wrapped one hand under my arm and the other behind me to rest on my back. He lifted me effortlessly into a sitting position and I slowly moved about to get comfortable. "Thank you," I whispered as I let my upper back rest again the pillows.

I closed my eyes as dizziness overwhelmed me. My cheeks warmed as if I were blushing and my mouth suddenly felt wet.

Sam seemed to understand what was going on because when I opened my eyes again, he was holding a strange shaped container in front of my face. He placed a hand on my back and rubbed it gently. "Just breathe," he told me softly when I whimpered.

I took in a breath, trying to ignore the difficulty that it took for me to do that. After a few seconds, the sensation passed and I let my back rest against the pillows again. "Wow, this world sure has its downs…" I mumbled as I tried to take another breath.

Sam chuckled softly, placing the small container to the side and taking my hand again. The nurse came in the room then, setting a plastic cup and a bowl onto a tray and pushed the tray over me. "I'll be back with another doctor to take the IV out soon," she said before turning, leaving the room without another word.

"What is this?" I asked as I looked in the bowl to see a dark pink square-like food in it. The food smelled sweet and by the look of it, I guess that it was a fruit.

"Its watermelon," he answered. "I really like watermelon. It tastes good and it's very good for you," he said. "You probably haven't seen it very often because it's mainly a summer fruit and you got here in the fall," he murmured in a quiet voice. "Try it."

I picked up the plastic fork and stuck it inside one of the pieces of watermelon, picking it up. "If it's a summer fruit then why do they have it? It's not summer, it's barely spring," I said as I eyed the fruit.

"You can get it any time of year but it always tastes best during the summer," he explained. "And they probably gave it to you because it's a base food," he finished with a shrug.

I put the fruit in my mouth then and chewed the soft food. It tasted sweet, kind of like cotton candy, and it was very watery. I swallowed little bits of it at a time, irritated at how my mouth and throat hurt as I ate. "It's not bad," I told him as I set the fork inside the bowl. "Why does my throat and mouth hurt so much?" I asked him curiously. "It sort of makes everything uncomfortable."

"You threw up a lot," he told me with a strange face. "Dr. Fields said that you threw up so much that your throat is most likely raw. It'll take a few days for it to feel normal again."

I ate another two pieces of watermelon and drank half of the milk that I was given before I didn't feel like eating anymore. Sam pushed the bed tray away as I lay down on the bed once again. I curled up slightly and let my head rest on its right side so I was facing Sam a little more. "Will you do me a favor?" I asked him as he put my hand in his again.

"Sure, anything," he said simply as he looked down at me.

I sighed. "Go and get some sleep," I told him. "You see that I'm fine. Go back to the hotel and get some rest," I said softly.

"Anything but that," he murmured with a frown.

"Sam Flynn, I mean it," I breathed. "You look completely exhausted. I know that you're worrying about me but there's no need to. Go rest."


"Okay…" I started as I shifted in the hospital bed. "Then get in this bed and sleep," I stated as I patted the small space beside me. "I'll scoot over or something, but seriously, you should sleep."

Sam looked at me with disbelief. "That medicine must finally be getting to you," he said. "I could suffocate you or something!"

"Sam Flynn, you've never crushed me or rolled over on me before and we've slept together since I've been here," I said with a frustrated sigh. "It's either you go to the hotel and sleep or you get in here and sleep, choose now," I told him softly.

He frowned. "Why does it matter if I sleep? I'm not the one who almost died."

"Because you are worrying about me too much to worry about yourself, someone has to," I answered quietly as I opened the covers. "Please," I begged as I pouted at him.

He sat in the chair in silence as he debated. "Quorra, I don't think that's allowed…" he mumbled.

"I don't see any rules pertaining to this bed," I scoffed. "Go to the hotel and get some sleep then," I said as I yawned. "Don't make me call Alan or Lora because they'd make you go and get some sleep to."

Two nurses came in then, talking to each other softly as they entered. One of the nurses took the cup of milk and bowl of half eaten watermelon and set it aside. "How do you feel after eating that?" the nurse with the sandy brown hair asked me.

"A little better, actually," I admitted as I swallowed, glancing over at Sam to see the triumphant smile on his face. "My throat doesn't sting as much as it did beforehand," I answered quietly as I rolled my eyes at him quickly.

"Any nausea?" she questioned as I watched the other nurse take a seat on the side of the bed, taking my left hand into hers.

I shook my head at her and watched as the lady reached up to take the bag off of the platform that was connected to the tubing in my hand. "You may feel a little pinch," she told me with a small smile in my direction.

She took the small piece of the tube out of my hand and I was grateful that I didn't feel a thing. She put a Band-Aid over the small needle hole in my hand and stood. "It may start to bruise but there's no need to worry about it," she said as she wrapped up the tubes and packet of liquid, pulling them into her arms. "We'll come back in soon to give you a pain medication."

The two nurses left then, talking and then laughing about something before shutting the door. "I want to go home," I mumbled. "There's nothing to do here. It's not fun," I sighed.

Sam laughed softly. "I don't think they are meant to be fun," he said. "But do you want to know a secret?" he asked me with a small grin playing on his lips.

"If you promise to go home and sleep," I told him as I raised my eyebrows.

He gave me a fake irritated laugh before shaking his head. "You know what? I'll go home and get some sleep if you promise me one thing," he said as he gave me a serious look.

"Okay, what?" I asked him curiously. The door to my room opened again and I started to frown at being interrupted again. She was holding a cup with a clear blue liquid in it as well as a small orange bottle with a white cap on it.

"Dr. Fields wants me to give you this. We were going to feed the medicine through one of the tubes," she murmured as she gestured towards me. "But he says that you can swallow it."

She popped open the lid of the small orange bottle and pulled out a small circular pill. "Swallow it," she said as she handed me the pill first. I put in my mouth and then took the cup from her hand, swallowing the liquid with the pill. I handed her back the cup and settled back into the slightly uncomfortable bed. "Since you ate something, you'll probably fall asleep faster, about ten minutes," she estimated before turning her gaze on Sam. "Visiting hours will be up in about an hour," she reminded him softly.

"I'll leave once she goes to sleep," he promised her. She nodded and then briskly left the room.

"You don't get any privacy here," I grumbled. "Anyways…before I go to sleep, what must I promise you?" I asked him lightly as I smiled.

"I don't think you need to promise me. You'll be here when I come back tomorrow. You're right, I should stop worrying so much," he murmured.

"But it's cute," I admitted. "You care about me," I said softly. "It's sweet."

He smiled down at me and didn't say a word for what felt like a long time or maybe the medicine was starting to kick in already. My eyes felt a bit heavier, kind of how they felt when I had woken earlier today. "Would you like to hear a secret?" he asked me suddenly.

"Sure," I said a bit curiously

His grin got a little bit wider once he knew he had my full attention. "I'm not quite sure how to say it though…" he told me with one of his signature smiles.

"Oh! You got me a kitten?" I asked him in the happiest voice that I could muster at this time.

He frowned at me but I could see the playfulness in his expression. "No, Quorra."

"Then what?" I asked him a little impatiently. "I want to know," I said.

"Well…" he started as he looked down at me with a softer expression. "Seeing you in here over the past few days made me realize that…I don't cherish you enough when I'm with you. I could've lost you and that would've been it," he said as he squeezed my hands gently. "When you get out of here…" he paused as he stood and leaned in to place his lips inches from my ear. "I'm asking you to marry me," he breathed.

My eyes widened and my lips parted ever so slightly. He pulled back to look at my face and gather my expression. After a few seconds, I smiled up at him. "I don't want to get married in a hospital, Sam Flynn," I told him.

"You won't have to, I promise. It can be anywhere your heart desires," he promised me as he leaned in to kiss my nose. "Whenever you want it, whenever you are ready for it," he whispered.

I felt my eyes water as I met his gaze again. "That makes me happy, Sam," I told him. "What if I say no?" I asked him as I felt my eyes start to droop.

"I hope you don't," he told me as he pressed his hand against my cheek. "But I'll understand if you did," he went on.

I smiled at how considerate he was of me no matter what kind of situation we encountered together. "And what if I say yes?" I asked him.

"Then you would've just made me the happiest man alive," he said to me with an impish grin. "It'll be one of the best days of my life," he murmured as he took my face in both of my hands.

"I'll be saying yes then, Sam Flynn."

I'm not quite sure if I said these words to him because in the next moment, I was subdued into darkness.

So, there you go! Sad to say everyone, but this story is coming to a close, I just wrote the last chapter and I will post it soon! But don't worry, the second story of the trilogy is on it's way! I know that some things will not get answered but I am doing that on purpose because that is how a trilogy works. You guys cant get all the answers :P

Anyways, review and tell me what you thought! :)