(Ellen POV)

I woke up in an unfamiliar car. I looked around and saw Patrick driving. "Patty?" I asked groggily. "Hey El. I was gonna bring you back to my hotel because I figured you didn't want to be alone, but I can bring you home if you want." He replied. "Can I stay with you?" I asked quietly, tears forming in my eyes. "Of course el. We're here actually." He said. I nodded and got out of the car and he did the same. He grabbed his bag and rushed over to my side and pulled me close. I could feel another round of tears coming. We got to his room and I collapsed on the bed in a sea of tears. He pulled me close and held me again. "I'm gonna go change. I have an extra tshirt and sweatpants if you want it." He said. I nodded and let him go. He handed me his clothes and went in to change first. He came out and I went it. His clothes were way too big for me, but it was more comfortable than jeans.

(Patrick POV)

There is only one bed here. Not even a couch. We would have to sleep in the same bed. I don't have a problem with it, but she might. She came out of the bathroom with my clothes on they were at least 3 sizes too big for her. "There's only one bed El." I said. "It's okay if it's okay with you." She replied back quietly. I nodded and got into bed, her following. I knew she was exhausted from all the crying today, so I just held her hand as she drifted off to sleep. "My husband is dead." She said before she cried herself asleep. I just rubbed her arm until she fell asleep. I dialed Jills number. "Hey. How is it?" She asked. "He died this morning. She's in the hotel with me, she cried herself to sleep. I'll probably sleep in a chair or soemtning." I said. "Patrick, you can sleep in the same bed. I don't mind, you guys used to do it onset all the time." She said with a chuckle. "Thank you Jill." I said. "How is she?" She asked. Her and Jill used to be good friends. "She's devastated. She's cried more than I've ever seen her cry in the past 10 years. She'll be okay though. She's strong." I replied. "She is. I love you." She said. I smiled. "I love you too. Bye." I said as I hung up the phone. Before I went to bed, I called Shonda. "Hey. She's with me in the hotel. She just cried herself to sleep. I'll call you tomorrow and see what do you next." I said to the phone. "Okay. And Patrick? Thank you for coming back." She said. "No problem." I sad as I hung up the phone. I pulled the covers up over me and I dozed off.

(Patrick POV)

I woke up to someone threading in the bed. It took me a minute to get senses back, when I noticed it was Ellen. Then I remembered what happened the previous night. I quickly grabbed Ellen by her arms to prevent her from hurting herself. "Ellen!" I yelled. She was obviously having a nightmare, no doubt about her losing her husband. "Ellen. Wake up, it's just a dream!" I said. Her eyes snapped open and bolted upwards. "It's okay El. It's just a dream. Your okay." I soothed, waiting for her heart rate to come down. "I domt know that to do Patty. Everyone knows. It came out on People magazine this morning. I can't. I don't know what do to. I have to plan his funeral now. I can't." She rambled on as she began to cry again. "It's okay El. I promise. Your not alone." I soothed. She eventually stopped crying. "We could just go eat some breakfast if you want?" I suggested. "Ok. Where?" She asked, her voice raspy from crying. "There's a cafe across the street." I said. "Okay. Let me get ready quickly though."

(Ellen POV)

I put on my clothes from yesterday, since I don't have any with me. I feel numb. I'm glad Patty is here though. Chris and I have been together for 12 years. I have to raise my kids alone now. I have to plan his funeral. I have to explain what happened to Daddy to my kids. My eyes welled with tears at the thought. "Ready?" Patrick asked softly. I nodded, not able to trust my voice. He pulled me into a hug again. I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head on his shoulder. I pulled away and we walked out of the hotel room. As we stepped out of the hotel, we were immediately bombarded by paparazzi. "Ellen, we're so sorry to hear about Chris. Is Patrick helping you out in this sad time?" One reporter asked. I simply ignored his question and linked my arm through Patrick's. "It's okay. We'll be there in a minute." He said. I nodded.

(Patrick POV)

I can't believe people are actually taking pictures and asking questions about Ellen and I. She just lost her husband. It's so rude. We got to the cafe and I opened the door for her and led her in. The waitress led us to a table and sat us down. I looked over at Ellen across the table and she just looks so broken. I don't know what to do in this situation. I've never lost the love of my life. I know she's lost a few important people in her life though. She lost her mom when she was 4, and her dad passed in 2012 I think. "I don't know what to do anymore." She said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What's the next step? Plan his funeral? I don't know how to go on without him." She said with tears in her eyes. I reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "We'll do it together El. You're not alone in this. I'll help you plan the funeral and we can take it step by step." I explained. "Who's to say you won't leave me again? Why did you leave me and stop talking to me completely?" She asked. I was hoping this question wouldn't come up. "I don't know El. I'm sorry. But I'm not gonna leave you again." I said. She nodded.

The waiter came and took our orders. I had to make Ellen get something. She didn't want to talk much, so we ate our meal and  left to go to her house. "We should start planning the funeral." She said. "Do you want me to call Camilla or do you want me to help?" I asked softly. "You if you don't mind." She replied back. "Okay. Once we're at your house we can start." I said. She nodded and we drove back in silence.