JC's case was worsening more and more everyday. He was still unconscious and the doctors were about to give up hope but JC's family and friends weren't. They believed he would survive.

        Emma on the other hand didn't know what to think. She wanted him to live for his career and his family. She wanted to be able to tell him just once that she still cared for him as a friend.

        She was still JC's nurse and did the everyday tests to check on his progress. She didn't feel that what happened to him had made her forgive him, but she was starting to realize that she did still care for him deeply.

        Emma walked into his hospital room after coming back from her lunch break. She walked over to the bed and leaned forward.

        She wished he would wake up for everything would be okay for his family and his friends.

        She checked his pulse and was relieved when she felt he still had one. She wondered what he would do in her place. Would he admit that he was still in love with her? Or would he walk away, acting as if he’d never met her?

        Emma placed the needle into JC’s hands, and it went up to his IV. She was kind of glad JC wasn’t awake for this part. He would probably rip her arm off.

        She picked up his chart and wrote some things down.

        “Emma?” Chris peaked his head inside the room. The other three were right behind him.

        “Hey guys,” she said. “You can come in. I’m just checking his stats.”

        Justin went to the side of the bed and looked over JC’s face. Lance and Joey stood on the other side of the bed, and Lance felt JC’s forehead.

        “How is he?” Chris asked quietly. He didn’t think that JC looked any better. But he didn’t look any worse, either.

        “Sorry, no change,” Emma told him.

        “He won’t die,” Justin said, looking up. “He’s too strong.”

        “I hope you're right,” she said softly ,not really believing it. She was a doctor and she knew the worse case scenario and she feared JC was almost there.

        She watched as the guys said hello to JC and talk to him for a while about different things. They were talking to him like he was lying there with his eyes open, listening to every word they said.

        They all left a while later, leaving Emma once again alone with JC.


        The next few days, Emma worked harder trying to save JC's life. She even convinced the doctors to give JC a little more time before they pulled the plug. They all knew she and JC had been really close so they decided to go with what she wanted.

        She hadn't really slept since the day JC was brought into the hospital but she just told herself it was because she cared for him. She hoped that if he ever awoke, they could call a truce and just be friends.

        Emma was up bright and early and into the hospital the next day. It was now over two weeks since JC was brought in.

        She put on her doctors coat and immidiately headed into his room. People around her were starting to wonder if she really was just doing this cause he was a patient, but in truth they all knew she still loved him and was being very affected by this.

        Though she didn’t like to show it. Then it would mean accepting defeat. That she could no longer deny what had always been true.

        She just ignored the people giving her glances. She saw his face was paler than the day before and she started to panic. She sat on a nearby chair and sank down crying in her hands.

        She couldn't admit to herself that she still loved him. Even though she knew she was lying.

        No one came in those few hours that she just sat there and cried.

        “I don't love him, I just care about him.” She looked over at JC. “I don't love you!”

        She sank down again and cried more then walked over to his bed. “Okay I admit it, I love you! I need you JC, don't die on me!” She looked up at the ceiling. “I forgive him, just let him live!” She looked back at JC and took her hand and brushed his cheeks.

        “I love you, JC.”

        She heard claps from behind her. Emma turned around and saw the guys standing there.

        She wanted to deny it, but she knew that they had heard everything. Now there was no use lying to herself.

        Yes, she was still in love with him. And damned if she was going to sit back and just let him die.

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