Vary consciousness a few days later and her blurry eyes open. As she searches around, she realises that she’s in a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggles to move, but she is impaled to the bed. Her head is still fuzzy and her body is weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens, and she hears a footstep in the room. Coming close to her bedside, she continues to struggle to get free and run away, but just like it has been since she woke up, it is still impossible.

The man is in a long white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and Vary knows he’s a doctor. He’s tall, probably around six feet, masculine and with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and thin lips. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, but he looks very fit for his age.

“You are finally awake,” comes the cheerful voice of the doctor as he smiles down at her warmly.

She is afraid as she stares at him with her eyes panicking, “What are you going to do to me?” she asks in a weary and nervous tone of voice.

The doctor’s brows furrow, confusedly. “Nothing, I’ll just administer the drugs needed into this drip and check your temperature.” The clueless blonde doctor replies.

Vary almost laughs out her disbelief, but when she tries to move both her hands, she finds it difficult and looking down, she finally realises that the refrain is from the handcuffs on them.

Her head falls back on the bed and she stares up at him with furious eyes. “Yeah, and to do that, you had to handcuff me first?” her tone is interrogative, and her brows rise.

The doctor stares at the cuffs and gets her point. “It was the police idea; they believe you might hurt yourself if your hands are free,” he explains. “Now that you’re awake, you will get evaluated and your mental state determined.”

“Yeah, like I’d ever do anything to hurt myself or my baby,” she looks down at her belly and realises there is a change. The bump is almost gone. Where did it go? “Where is my baby?” she asks with wide eyes filled with despair while she waits for the doctor’s response.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Hilton,” the doctor speaks and her heart drops as she expects for the worse, “he didn’t make it,” he says confirming her worse fear.

Silence swallowed Vary the next minute that passes up and she says nothing, only watching the doctor do whatever he wants before leaving the room.

There’s nothing left to say. Once again, Tobi won. He destroyed her life, happiness and freedom. Even the doctors think she’s crazy and mentally unstable, just like Tobi had told Keenan about her. She knows herself; she knows she’s not crazy, and if she isn’t crazy, then none of this is real.

She convinces herself even as her eyes blur up again and everything fades.

“She is awake now?” Keenan asks happily as the doctor walks up to him in the waiting room and he gets up to his feet.

“She’s awake now,” responds the doctor and relief and joy wash over Keenan at this news, “but she’s resting.”

“I’ve got to see her.” He tells the doctor, his need written on his face.

 Like, the doctor sighs and speaks. “That might not be the best decision right now, Mr Hilton. I know you desperately want to see your wife since she just regained consciousness, but I tell you she is still unstable and going through the emotional pain of loss and physical pain from the accident and I think seeing you might not help in her full emotional recovery at all.”

Keenan, who is tired of being told what to do and what not to do, rebels against the doctor’s demand, “You can’t keep me away from my wife doctor,” he slams loudly, causing a few people around to stare at them.

The doctor remains silent for a moment before speaking, “Listen, Mr Hilton—”

“No, you listen, Dr Luke.” Keenan cuts him off. “I’ve had it with you people and the cops telling me what to do. I’m tired of you people telling me what you think is right for my wife. You handcuff her to the bed, took tons of blood for tests and soon you’re going to have her evaluated just to see if she’s mentally stable. You isolated her decency and stopped me from seeing her while she was unconscious and now that she’s awake, you will not stop me from seeing her.”

He walks away from the doctor and he’s about the exist the waiting room when he stops and says, “I know my wife and I know she doesn’t deserve this and I may not be a doctor, but I know isolation does more harm than good to people going through grief.”

Keenan enters Vary’s ward, and he finds her on the bed sleeping and both her hands handcuffed to each side of the bed. His heart clenches painfully at the sight, but he makes his way over to her side and takes a seat in the chair next to her. Taking her icy hand into his, he leans in and places a gentle, warm kiss on it.

His eyes close “I’m sorry Vary for everything, for where we are now. This is entirely my fault. I should have listened and waited for you to tell me the truth about yourself when you were ready. It was never my place and I’m sorry and I hope you believe me when I say, I never meant for this to happen.” He moves closer and kisses her head before sitting back down and burying his face in his palms.

Vary eyes open and she lets out a deep sigh. As her vision becomes less blurry, she notices someone sitting close to her with red hair and although she can see his face, she knows it’s Keenan beside her bed. A fear she’s never had before takes over her and she tries to run up and out of his reach, but her hands cuffed to the bed and her hand trapped in Keenan's own prevent her.

The small noises of the cuffs cause Keenan to lift his head and then he sees his wife, but he notices the fear and panic in her face and also how vulnerable she is now.

“What do you want? What are you going to do to me?” she asks nervously, her lips quaking and her face sweaty.

He let go of her hand and raises both of his hands in surrender, trying to assure her he wasn’t planning on hurting her as she fears. “Nothing, I just wanted to see you—”

“Naked?” she seethes, completing his words, “Because people like Tobi want the same thing.”

He’s taken back by her assumption, and his heart hurts as he wonders if that’s why what happened to Tobi happened, but why she would compare him to Tobi.

“I’m not like Tobi?” Keenan denies her comparison immediately.

Vary brow rises as she inspects him with emotion too dark for Keenan to comprehend. “Really? Because you two have something in common, me.”

“Vary, I’m so—” The apology Keenan plans to give gets cut short when she helps him finish.

“Sorry that you brought my worst nightmare into my life and made me into a murderer?” She scoffs and looks up at the ceiling, which becomes fascinating.

His eyes sadden as he looks at her. “Vary,” he calls, trying to reach out a hand and touch her.

She moves her body away, silently warning him against doing that, “Don’t touch me, Keenan Hilton, don’t you ever touch me!” she snaps, her anger unfathomable. “You ruined my life, you made me into this.” She shakes her hand, signalling the cuffs on her hands. “I’ve lost Daniel, my son, all thanks to you.” She bites out hardly, hatred and rage impeded in her voice.

Keenan gasps for air as his heart feels like it’s about to get ripped out of his chest at her hateful outburst. “Vary, I didn’t mean for any of this t—”

Not ready to listen to anything he has to say anymore, she stops him, “Get out, Keenan.”

Tears are streaming down his face now; not very sure how much more he can take and how much more pain she could take. “Vary, please don’t push me out, don’t do this to us.” Keenan pleads even as he gets up from the seat beside her, “Honey, please we are in this together—”

“Get out Keenan, get out!” she shouts weakly, yet with such power and compulsion, Keenan has to obey.

The rest of the day Keenan spends outside the ward, and although he isn’t beside Vary’s side in the room, he feels the need to still be close just in case she ends up needing him and calls out to him. Vary’s words did shatter him and made him feel even more miserable and remorseful, but he had to tell himself she was mourning and recovering from everything that had happened to her.

The doctors were right. She wasn’t ready and seeing him didn’t help her get better; it made her feel worse. Those brown eyes that once held love and affection when staring at him were now filled with hatred, pain, and anger.

When the police came around again, they spent so much time with Vary interrogating her and Keenan was sure it was more than an hour. When they finally walk out and Keenan approaches them. They seem to laugh about something funny, but once they see him; the smile disappears from their faces.

“What did she say?” he asks the men in police uniform and they look up at him.

“Her statements are confidential and soon the psychiatrist will come to diagnose her.”

“No.” the single word leaves Keenan’s mouth.

The brow of the officer he’d talking to rises. “No?” he echoes in as if he can’t believe his ears.

Keenan's teeth clench as he utters, “No, I’m not letting you do this to her anymore.”

“Excuse me, Mr Hilton, are you interfering in the police investigation?” demands the other police officer.

Keenan turns to him, “Call it whatever you like, Mr...” Keenan's eyes search out his badge and see Felix, before looking up at him, “Felix, but I don’t care. What I care about is the sanity of that woman you are about to torture with questions. I’m not letting you do this to her anymore.”

“Listen, Mr Hilton.” the first officer speaks.

“No, you listen to me, detective, that woman in there is my wife, she just regained consciousness, and she is now learning that she has lost her unborn child, her freedom and now she's handcuffed to the bed like a psychotic prisoner. I don’t know if you have experienced any form of loss in your life, but we just lost our baby and she is not being examined by your psychiatrist, not until she has fully recovered and had the time to grieve!”

“Keenan!” Patrick calls and Keenan turns to him and beside him, his mom and Bethany and Steven O’Malley, the family’s attorney and one of the best lawyers in the country.

“Keenan,” his mom goes to him and hugs him tightly and the rest walk over to him while Steven walks to the police. “Rory told us, we are so sorry for your loss.” she finally pulls away and looks up at him to ask, “How is she?”

“She lost the baby and I think I lost her and..” He bites his lips and sits down and Patrick pats his shoulder.

“It’s okay, we are here for you, the both of you.” He completely assures him.

Keenan nods weakly, “Thanks dad, mom, Bethany. I truly appreciate it.”

“I already bargain for the cuffs to be taken off Mrs Hilton and the visit from anyone that isn’t family be limited until she reaches full recovery and can give full testimony. Also, I’ll work to get her first statement thrown out because it has been under the influence of strong medication.” He informs the family and Keenan sighs in relief.

“Rory didn’t tell us much. He said you will explain once we are here.” Bethany speaks as she walks over and takes her seat beside Keenan. “What happened after we left the party?”

Keenan explains what had happened, himself going through the same surprise every time he remembers one particularly heartbreaking moment.

“I called her a murderer, and that was why she ran off with the car.” He reveals, “If I hadn’t said those words, she and the baby would be fine.”

Bethany helps Keenan lay his head on her shoulder and she slowly rubs his back. “It’s going to be fine.”

“I just wanted to make her happy, and I lost the person I wanted the most.” He whimpers weakly, still in grief and agony, “She would never forgive me for Daniel, not for our son and I don’t think I’d survive without her in my life.”

“She will come around. She loves you so much too,” Patrick assures with conviction in his voice, like it has always been.

Keenan has no other choice but to believe as well.

Keenan's eyes open to see Bethany handing him a cup of coffee. And he rubs his face and pulls himself up to sit down. He stretches his hand and collects the cup from her and then brings it to his mouth for a quick sip.

“Did you sleep well?” Bethany inquires as she takes her seat beside him.

“Rough, but the best I’ve had in days, thanks for the coffee.” He takes it to his lips and takes a quick sip. He has fallen asleep on the chair in the waiting room, feeling worn and his eyes finally giving up on him.

She smiles at him warmly, “It’s no problem.” She quickly replies and after a few moments of silence, Bethany speaks again. “I know this is not the best time to say this, but Levi and I.”

“Are together, I know.” He completes, looking up at her and giving her a knowing look.

Bethany takes a quick shaky breath, taking her by surprise that Keenan knew, but didn’t say anything, “You didn’t say anything.”

His eyes are not condemning as he stares at her, “You are a grown woman, Beth, and can make the right choice in men and if Levi makes you happy then I’m happy.”

Her cheeks heat with embarrassment and she looks away from him before mumbling, “We are not serious and we are not having sex. He likes me and I like him.”

He places his hand on hers. “You have my blessing, Bethany. He seems nice, and he is better than John.”

Bethany’s smile widens, “Thank you, you know if you want to see Vary, you can now.” She tells him, getting up.

His eyes sparks and his cheeks heat, but soon those reaction fades and he looks down. “She won’t want to see me.”

Bethany cocks a brow at him, “I’ve known you to be a lot of things over the years, but a quitter isn’t one of them.”

Keenan laughs and sits down on the seat and, feeling strengthened, he gets up and makes his way over to the ward where Vary has been in. He opens the door and slowly walks, with a positive feeling and a happy vibe inside, and gets greeted by an empty room with no sign of Vary anywhere in the room.