The scenery passed by in a blur, his pace quickening as he rushed down the hall. He didn't care if he was practically running in the hospital, nor did he care that he bumped into several people on his way towards the indicated location. The only thing he cared about was reaching Artie; to be able to lay his eyes on her, to be able to hold her hand again, to be able to look into her eyes and reassure her.

Brett turned another corner and continued forward, only slowing down when a young woman stepped out of a room. His eyes flickered towards the number outside of the door before he came to a complete stop. Wait...what was she saying?

The young man tried to focus on the words. Be calm...stable...setbacks...devastating...He nodded numbly before stepping past the woman and into the room.

For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at the blanket wrapped cocoon that was Artemis. The door slowly shut behind him and he leaned against it for a moment, hearing the dull click that indicated its closure.

She looked so fragile; so pale. A streak of anger flared at the sight. What had she been through? An entire year...missing...no clues whatsoever to help find her. He had feared the worst.

Brett stepped slowly forward, his entire being feeling heavy. He made his way around the bed, his eyes drinking in the young woman whom he had...quite frankly..fallen in love with. A chair had been set up on the side of the bed, and he sank into it, one hand automatically rising to rest lightly on her forehead.