Lyrics by Christina Aguilera

Story by Obsessed

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh
I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call ya
But I know you won't be there

Amita sat in that hospital room waiting, unable to believe this was happening. They'd just gotten married less than a month ago. Now the possibility was real that she could become a widow. How could this have happened to them?

Just hours ago they'd argued over something so inconsequential she couldn't remember what it was. She'd walked out, needing to breathe but also running late for class. Next thing she knew she was getting a call from Don telling her Charlie was in the hospital, in critical condition.

Now she was left with the guilt of that argument. If she could go back she would have cleared the air between them. She wouldn't have walked out and left him alone.

Don spoke to her but she didn't notice. All eyes glanced at her anxiously but all she wanted to do was cry. She wanted Charlie to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright. She just wanted to hear him utter those words. It wouldn't be alright though.

He couldn't tell her those words. He couldn't comfort her and reassure her. He was the one who was hurt – maybe dying.

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

All that arguing they'd been doing, all the problems since the wedding seemed miniscule now. She couldn't believe this was happening.

By leaving this morning, by walking out during a fight, she may have lost the one good thing she had in her life.

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, oooh yeah

Tears were in her eyes. She couldn't look up. This was so wrong. Everything about this wasn't right. How could they have gotten so far off track in a month? She knew Charlie was stressed but what could have made him hurt himself like he had. How… how could he have done that?

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

Where had they gone wrong? As she thought back she couldn't recall seeing any signs. She was wishing someone would come in and tell her what she missed. She couldn't understand and the only one who could explain might be dying.

She pushed the thought of him leaving her alone from her mind. She couldn't deal with that. It… it wasn't right. This was so wrong.

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Don was pacing the corridor, waiting for news while Larry looked just as stricken as she felt. The whole team was their waiting. She saw everyone there but none of them could give her what she wanted – what she needed.

She wouldn't be fine until she sat at Charlie's side looking into his beautiful eyes, knowing he was looking back at her, alive and fine. She just couldn't do it.

Her barriers finally collapsed and silent tears began to fall down her cheeks. No one said anything, a mournful silence covering them. It made the fear of his death even more eminent.

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, ohh

"He'll be okay," he heard Don say and she looked up to see his eyes staring at her with concern. "He's strong, he won't leave you behind like this." He didn't sound very confident.

"He just might. He and I argued this morning," she admitted and she saw Don look down.

"I fought with Charlie too. I all but called him selfish this morning," Don stated and she looked up.

"Guess we are all feeling guilty right now," she whispered and he nodded. "Why didn't he tell us he was depressed? Why did he let it come to this?"

"He's always been depressed," Alan stated. "It's a part of him. He use to take medication but he learned to handle it, for the most part, without medication. There were two times I forced him to take pills, after your mother died. She wouldn't let me put him on it even though he'd locked himself away but once she was gone I made him take it for nearly four months then for about a week after you got shot at, Donny. It's just something he's always dealt with since childhood and he's too proud to admit when he needs help."

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

Don and Alan began to argue about keeping it secret but she didn't care about that. She was hurt that he hid that secret but she could live with it. She just wanted him. If she could turn back time she would if only to see him awake one more time.

It was impossible and redundant. She'd always want more time. Even if she did get it, if something happened like this again she'd still want more time. That was the meaning of life.

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

As she sat there, her hand in Charlie's she felt it move then squeeze hers. She looked up to see him staring back at her. His eyes were open and he looked pretty aware of his surroundings.

They kept arguing and everyone was staring at them that they didn't notice Charlie.

"Don, Alan, Charlie's awake," she yelled and all fighting stopped. They moved to Charlie's bed and everything felt good once more. Charlie would survive… they were sure now. This would always be engrained in their memories for life though. No one in that room would ever forget what nearly happened here.

She kissed his hand and his eyes fluttered closed but all felt better…

…The End Of The Series…