Philip took his hand within her own and smiled down on her, shaking his head slightly. "You didn't cause this," he said softly. "No one did. This is...just one of those things where we can't control the factors. We can only control the outcome...right? And we will fix you up Amy....I swear it."

Several minutes passed before the familiar sirens of an ambulance was registered. Downstairs, Ariel regrettably allowed the men in and directed them towards the servant's quarter upstairs where they would take over for Amy's condition.