James had let Jane go in first, he knew it was a time for Mark to be around his family. He leaned against the wall, out of breath. He was now feeling extremely tired. Jim slid down the wall and his back jean pockets hit the white tile. He curled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms and put his head between his elbows. Had he died? Because that would be the most likely.

He was hit by a bus outside as he hallucinated Mark coming back to life to deal with the loss. But, no, Mark was in there, hugging and holding his mother, his sister, and his soon to be wife. Jim stood up from the wall after a few minutes and rolled his shoulders, his vertebrae clicking as he stretched. That back flip hadn't been his best idea.

He looked through the window on the door and saw Mark and his family, and that was the best part. Mr. Hunter woulds show up at any moment and little Alice would get a letter saying her brother was fine. James was feeling pretty damn good at the moment, and he decided to head home. He waved from the window, not caring if anyone sa or not, he was just exhausted from carrying Mark, and watching Mark suffer, and watching Mark die.

Jim walked down the hall and out the lobby as it started to drizzle. His apartment wasn't too far away, he could use the walk, and the rain was cold and crisp and wonderful on his skin.

Julie was about to reach back out to Mark when Jane came in, a new flurry of emotion with her. The brunette relaxed where she stood and looked to the door to see James' head off with a wave. She waved back before wiping a tear away from her eye.

How could he just go? He played such a big part in getting Mark to the hospital, reassuring Julie, holding himself together when everything around them seemed to be collapsing. Julie knew in that moment that there was more to James than meets the eye, and she expected that soon enough he would put on his playboy mask again, and that would be that. Or maybe not.

She looked back at Jane and Mark and Cynthia, and knew that there would be more family on the way at any moment now. There wasn't going to be a moment for her to squeeze in a hug or a kiss because his family was going to be too busy making sure he was still alright. What Julie really needed was some air, just for a moment, so she slipped out of the hospital room in all of the commotion to check in with a mediwitch to let them know that Mark Hunter was awake. And seemed to be doing better.

After letting them know, she took up her position outside Mark's door in one of the chairs in the hallway. She settled in and waited for whomever was on the way, whomever was coming to make sure Mark was alright. As she waited, she flipped through a magazine, and wondered if she was going to be alright.