Brielle entered the room with heavy steps after her long night shift. Exhausted and sleepy, she only wanted to curl up with him in bed, even though she knew he couldn't respond. "Good morning, sleepy head," she whispered as she kissed his lips. Carefully climbing into bed, she rested her head on his shoulder. "It feels good to be here with you after a tough night in the operating room. I saved a man's life today," she murmured, finding comfort in sharing her experiences with him. "And Ash can't wait to meet you. He wanted me to tell you to get better soon." Sighing deeply, she traced patterns on his chest with her finger. "I'm sorry, Fin. I wish things could be different for us."

Brielle sat in the dimly lit room, softly humming to lull herself to sleep. However, sleep eluded her, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was the result of the multiple cups of coffee she had consumed earlier or the thoughts of him that kept her mind racing. "What will it be like when you've fully recovered and we merge our living spaces? You've made it so that I can't stand sleeping alone anymore," she mused a hint of amusement in her voice. "You'll have to be my official sleeping buddy once we're home. Got it?" She spoke to him with a bittersweet smile, fully aware he wouldn't respond. "Please, Fin, wake up. I can't bear this any longer. It hurts to talk to you when you don't talk back," she pleaded, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. As she wept against his chest, she felt a faint twitch in his hand. Quickly composing herself, she gently withdrew from the bed and gazed at him intently. "Fin? Can you hear me?" She implored, desperately hoping for a response. "It's me, Crystal." She continued to talk to him, her heart pounding in her chest, until she noticed his eyelids fluttering open. "Take your time, sweetheart," she reassured him, clasping his hand tightly. Finnigan felt disoriented as he slowly regained consciousness. When he tentatively opened his eyes, the harsh light made him squint, and he heard her voice calling him "baby." He wondered if he was dreaming. Gradually, as his vision cleared, he saw her standing by his bedside, her eyes glistening with tears. "Brielle?" His voice was barely a whisper. "I'll go fetch some water for you. Your throat must be parched after sleeping for so long," she joked gently, then hurried to fetch the water and helped him take a few sips.

Finnigan gazed at Brielle, a sense of confusion settling in. "What happened?" he inquired, his memory hazy after the last thing he could recall was her assurance that help was coming. "You've been in a coma for nearly two weeks. I was so terrified," she replied, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, gently squeezing her hand. "It's okay. I'm just grateful to see you awake again," she whispered, smiling through her tears. "I've missed you so much," she admitted, kissing his hand. "This isn't a dream, is it?" he asked, studying her with astonishment and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what had brought this change in her. "No, sweetheart. You're not dreaming," she assured him, her smile unwavering. "I've done so many things to hurt you, blinded by my ego. It took you risking your life for me to realize my mistakes," she confessed, tears slipping down her cheeks. "So, I'm sorry. I want us to start anew as true husband and wife," she declared, her gaze unwavering. His heart swelled with joy. Finally, he had captured her heart. "It's funny... getting hurt doesn't seem so bad now," he mused, noticing her furrowed brow before a twinge of pain on his left side interrupted his thoughts. "Are you alright? Are you in pain?" she inquired, concern etched on her face. "I'm fine. Just a little discomfort," he reassured her, and she exhaled in relief. "Your wound is healing, but you'll still experience some pain for a month or so, depending on how well you take care of yourself," she explained, a smirk dancing on her lips. "So, from now on, I'll be your doctor, and you'll have to listen to me," she teased. His smirk mirrored hers. "I don't mind, as long as you're by my side," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips.

Brielle tenderly kissed Finnigan's hand and gazed at him with a warm smile. "You should get some rest and take it easy. Don't worry about anything right now. I want to call our parents to share the good news about your recovery," she reassured him, to which he nodded, clearly in need of rest. As she caressed his cheek, she left the room to call their parents, and Finnigan closed his eyes, grateful to see her change. Despite his illness, he found solace in her newfound tenderness. However, conflicting thoughts about her boyfriend clouded his mind. The man he had seen at her office - had they ended their relationship? If so, was she pleased about it?