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Rose paced the waiting room anxiously. They hadn't let her in past the waiting room once they arrived at the hospital. She had impatiently answered all the questions they asked her regarding his medical history and allergies as they got him on a gurney and wheeled him back. She shouted at them that the questions were stupid and a waste of time since he had already lost so much blood on the drive over.

"What exactly happened?" a nurse asked. She felt a lump in her throat, and struggled to keep tears at bay. It felt like it was the millionth time she'd been asked that.

"He was shot," she whispered more to herself than answering the nurse. "And it's my fault."

"Who shot him?" she asked without looking up from her charts.

"Does that matter?" Rose snapped.

"Well are you in any immediate danger by the shooter?" the nurse asked, again not looking up from her paperwork.

"What matters right now is that he makes it out of this and your stupid questions are not helping him so I don't see how it matters who shot him! It just matters that he was shot and he could die and you all better do every damn thing you can to make sure he doesn't!" she screamed, causing everyone in the waiting room to look up at her. She didn't care though, she was so flustered and angry and she knew it wasn't the nurse's fault but she was the person immediately in front of her. She knew later she would probably feel bad about yelling at her but right then she couldn't seem to help herself.

"So unless you have some questions that are actually going to affect his outcome in all this I suggest you shut it!" she huffed out a breath and let herself relax for a second. She felt a bit drained now that she got that all out. She didn't look back at the nurse's shocked face as she turned and pulled out her mobile. She had already called Pete to let him know what happened but they should have arrived by now. She needed to make sure the Doctor had the best treatment he could get and Pete could make that happen.

No one picked up their mobiles, but a few minutes later she could clearly hear her mother's screaming voice from down the hall.

"WHY IS EVERYBODY MAKING THIS SO BLOODY COMPLICATED!" she yelled at some poor unsuspecting person behind the desk. Rose quickly made her way down the hall to run interference.

"Mum!" she called. Her mother swung around and was in her arms in an instant.

"Oh, sweetheart! What happened? Is he okay? What's going on?" she rapid fired questions not letting Rose even start to answer before she asked a new one. It was then, through dragging him out of the house and the long drive over and through loads of questions, that Rose finally let herself cry. Jackie held onto her tightly and let her. Behind them Pete was trying to get as much information as he could and arrange the Doctor to have the best care. When he walked over Rose was still clutching Jackie to her.

"He's still in surgery, they said. They don't know anything yet but they hope to get an update soon." Pete patted her shoulder sympathetically as she pulled away from Jackie. "What exactly happened? Cody told me the basics but he didn't see it," She wiped her eyes and sniffed, trying to compose herself.

"We found this old house that we were getting some readings from so we went in. All armed, of course, since we didn't know what was in there, if anything. I went to open a door before we cleared it and the Doctor pushed me out of the way before I knew what was coming. Well, there was a woman behind it with a shotgun and she—" a lump formed in her throat as she remembered him on the floor in his own blood. "She shot without a second thought." She tried to hold back her tears. Crying was going to get her nowhere.

"Was she human?" Pete asked quietly.

"Yes," Rose replied. "We didn't get to search much before that happened but that woman was terrified. She was obviously spooked by something far worse than a few trespassers," she noted.

"We'll send a team out to investigate further," Rose just nodded her head; finding out what is kidnapping people was the furthest from her mind. She looked away from them then, trying not to think about how it should have been her standing in front of that shotgun. The moment the gun went off it was like everything was in slow motion. She saw his hands go to his center, she saw as the colour drained from his face and as he slowly hit the floor with a sickening thud that echoed in her ears. Jackie must have known where he thoughts were going.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get some tea," Rose shook her head.

"How can you think of tea right now? How can you eat?" Rose snapped. She knew it was uncalled for.

"I know, but pacing around here isn't going to help anything," She knew her mother had a point and she willingly let her lead her to the canteen.

It had seemed like it had been a lifetime before a doctor appeared from the surgical wing and called her name. She shot up from where she had been slumped in a chair and tried her hardest not to run to him.

"Miss Tyler," the doctor began. "I'm Dr. Bailey, the main surgeon on Mr. Williams' case. It seems the bullet had a clean trajectory and missed most of his major organs. He did take a pretty bad hit to the liver though, so we'd like to keep him in the ICU to monitor him closely for a while before we move him to a general floor."

"But he's going to be alright?" she asked apprehensively.

"We're going to do everything we can for him. The surgery was a success but we're not out of the woods yet, Miss Tyler." Even with that little bit of information she felt relief wash through her.

"When can I see him?"

"Soon. He's in post operative care now, but as soon as they get him settled in a room upstairs I'll send someone for you."

"Thank you," she muttered, trying to collect herself.

A couple hours later a nurse came down and told her she was able to see the Doctor now. She glanced over at Jackie and Pete who had been waiting patiently with her before she followed the nurse. She had a few floors to compose herself and prepare for what she was going to find in that room, but even then she felt her breath leave her lungs at the sight of him.

There were tons of machines, so many it was hard to believe they were all attached to one person. She could hardly see him under all of them. He looked so pale and still, so unlike his normally manic self. She took a deep breath and walked up next to the bed. The nurse followed and checked some of the machines before she silently left.

She looked down at his still face and took his hand gently, rubbing her thumb over it. She could hold her tears back no longer and she stifled a sob into her hand, hoping no one would hear and check in on her.

"Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry," she whispered through a strangled sob as she sat down and laid her head on the edge of the bed.