“Nora: What are you planning?Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.”

“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.”

“You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.”

“HUSH,HUSH IS ♥!PATCH! I HATE YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THAT *giggle* :))NORA IS SUCH A CLEVER LADY ♥”

“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”

“My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.”

“Patch tipped my chin up. "If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that.”