You blink and suddenly, everything has changed. Everything you've ever known is different, and it's scary, because all it took was one flutter of an eyelid. You could be holding the world in your hands and now it's all gone, maybe it was never even there? But who really knows, maybe there is a guy pulling strings to make us move, maybe this was all meant to be. Or you could believe what I believe, which is nothing, at all.

"Stay right there." Alex limped over to the bodies that were thrown out into the middle of the road, drenched in blood and ashes. Normally, I would have fought back, determined to help in anyway I could, but every time I tried to make a step, I felt like I was flying. Something told me that when holding a dying, blue colored preemie, I should just stay put.

"Dead, dead, dead," he was pacing, or so I thought, I couldn't really see, everything was really blurry. "Mer you gotta sit, please just sit." I guess he could see me spinning; this was worse then being on drugs.

I felt around the ground, my hands tracing over shards of glass that didn't even hurt when they cut my hand. I sat, holding the baby close to my chest, making sure she wouldn't die, she couldn't die.

"What the hell?" Alex was screaming, "what the hell happened?" The car was still on fire, the blaze keeping me and the baby warm, thankfully, well I guess not thankfully, per say.

There was a faint screech from someone in the car, someone was alive? My eyes kept looking left to right, every time I tried to say something, nothing came out.

"Mer? Mer?" Alex ran over to me, grabbing the baby out of my arms. "Mer are you okay?"

He had Derek's blue eyes and my soft hair; he giggled like I did, at anyone and anything, a high pitched squeal. He was sitting on the exam room table, playing with a stethoscope as drool came down his chubby cheeks. My heart ached, because I knew who he was, and I didn't think I'd ever see him.

"How old are you now?" I heard a distinct voice from the other side of the room, picking up the child, with a goofy grin widespread across his face.

"Two!" the boy enthusiastically held up two fingers, pulling on his shirt, laughing giddily.

"That's right, what a big boy you are!"

"George?" I asked, coming through the room, touching the boy's curls. I smiled at him, it was hard to look away.

"You need to leave," George replied, holding the child close to his chest.

"Why? I've got nothing left." I placed my hand over the little boy's, "what's his name?"

"He doesn't have one," George responded.

"That's sad, everyone should have a name," I frowned.

"He's not anyone, he's never been anyone." I stepped back, my face crumbling.

"It's my fault he was never anyone, it's all my fault," I cried, tears streaming down my face, "he's such a beautiful little boy, he's all I could have ever wanted."

"Mer you need to leave."

"Will I ever see him again?"

"One day."

"That's not soon enough."

I could feel myself crying, crying in my sleep, it was ridiculous. I don't cry, ever, and here I was, crying in my sleep. Or maybe I'm dreaming still, maybe that's why I'm crying.

"Hey, hey, don't do that," a soothing voice touched my face softly, "you're here, you're fine, everything is going to be just fine."

"I-I-I," stuttering, I didn't even know what to say.

"Mer, it's me, Derek, we're in the hospital," he said quietly, leaning back against his chair.

"He was beau-beautiful," I cried to myself, "I-I don't know wha-at to do."

"You don't have to do anything," he stroked my cheek, I bit my lip.

"Where's Alex?" immediately I remembered where I last was, and if my friend wasn't alive than I shouldn't be either.

"He's fine, minor concussion," he replied, "they found a little girl, in that overturned car, she's the only one that made it. Four dead, and she's still alive, Arizona's doing surgery on her now."

I looked over to the blinds, where light was coming in and suddenly I could see everything more clearly.

"Why am I here?" I asked, looking at the IV that was dripping into my body.

"Well you fainted at the scene, minor laceration on your forehead, Mark stitched that up just fine, you've been out since yesterday."

"That's no need to put me in the hospital." I replied, curious.

"Your blood came up a little funny, that's all," he added.

Just a moment, that's how long it takes for everything that you know to take a turn. Maybe it's for the worse, maybe it's for the better, no one ever knows. And we are left unknowing forever, you may think you know one thing, but you really don't. Surprises, they can't all be bad, can they?