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Taylor's POV As I shuffled off of the hospital bed, I sighed, feeling stiff from laying for so long. "Ready to get out of here I see," The kind hearted doctor said glancing up at me as he signed my papers. I for the first time smiled, in what felt like forever. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I nodded, attempting to smooth back my mess of hair. He chuckled tapping his pen on the clipboard he was holding. "Well, you better hurry on out, your boyfriend is waiting outside for you." He said with a nice smile. My heart sunk a bit at that. Justin, my Justin couldn't be outside that door. "He can't be.." I muttered, my smile now gone. The doctor looked at me with a frown. "Well a young man with the name of Justin came in, and announced that he was waiting for his girlfriend, and he was pointing to your room here." He said. My eyes widened. Was this a sick joke, did Elijah come and pretend to be Justin just to toy with me? I didn't have time to ponder this, I just pushed past the doctor, and out the door to run into the strong arms I would never forget. His dark green eyes gazed down at me, tender warmth in them. I began to weep as I realized it really was Justin. Was I dreaming? Oh who cares, he's here. I hugged him tightly, crying into his chest. His arms came around me firm and strong, like always, and his lips touched my ear. "Shh, Taylor, your making a scene," His tone was teasing. I looked up smiling from ear to ear. "I don't care, your here." I couldn't help but sob in disbelieve and love. He stroked the back of my head, and with a scoop of his arms picked me up bridal-style and walked past the gawking nurses. "H-how are you back.. You were dead." I said trying to get a handle on myself, clinging tightly to him. "I have no idea Taylor, but I promise I won't leave your side again." He said looking down in my eyes with passion. My eyes watered, and my hands touched his face, running them into his hair. "I love you," I said, my heart beating like wild. "I love you to Taylor, forever." He said, and slowly leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. I could practically taste heaven. Nancy's POV I didn't want to leave the apartment, but staying around the "Miranda and Chris love-fest" was beginning to get painful. "It's alright Nancy, a good walk is good for the baby." Farah said walking behind me, holding hands with Emmanuel. I sighed, and nodded. Everyone had someone to love, except for me, cursed with a baby from the man I had once loved and lost. "Do you think we could stop at the coffee shop, I could use a break." I said a bit at a loss of breath. "Sure, how about we will wait outside for you, the smell of coffee is disgusting for demons." Farsi said wrinkling her nose a bit. I nodded faintly, and walked ahead, pushing my way through the doors. I had rarely been out of the apartment since Elijah kidnapped me. The thought of just running crossed my mind, but I'd have to out run demons, angels, and one angry dark angel, so the chances of escaping was slim to none. I walked meekly over to a small table in the back and sat down, letting the smells of coffee and lattes fill my senses. But as the smell hit me, my stomach protested, heaving. I gagged, filling dizzy by the smell, and the urge to puke was strong. "Miss are you alright?" A voice spoke from in front of me, and I turned to look up into two golden brown eyes watching me. My heart began to speed up as I watched back at him, but I couldn't speak. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was a few people screaming "Call 911", a hand gently taking mine, causing my body to buzz with sparks, and a low dark snicker in the distance. Bump? the drama