As hard as she tries, Jason's fever continues to rise, sending a high level of fear to course through her veins, unsure of whether or not she's enough to pull him through this. The stubborn part of her wants to believe that she can do it, but there were just too many factors to consider. The bullet removal being high on that list.

Laying a clean wet rag upon his forehead, Elizabeth tucks him in and makes her way downstairs to the front door, needing to know everything that happened in order to figure out how to help Jason. Working with the little knowledge she has just isn't working and she refuses to be left in the dark while he continues to get worse.

"Liz?" Ritchie looks at her questioningly, finding a look in her eyes that unsettles him. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah." she says plainly. "I need to know exactly what happened."

"Liz..."

"Jason's only getting worse, Ritchie." Elizabeth cuts him off swiftly, refusing to hear the company line. "In order to help him, I need to know what happened."

"I..." Ritchie lets out a deep sigh when a look of vulnerability seeps into her orbs. "Okay...lets go inside."

Walking back into the penthouse, he waits for her to sit at the couch before securing the door, refusing to let his softness put her in danger. If it were anyone else, any of the other guards, he's certain they'd remain silent, but he's not them and that means caving under her persistent request.

"I don't know much." Ritchie voices, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her. "All I know is what I've been told and what I saw when I got to the safe house."

"That's enough for me." Elizabeth says with complete conviction. "Just tell me what you know."

Taking a deep breath, unsure of whether or not he really wants to give her the blow by blow, Ritchie proceeds to tell her everything that happened after he arrived at the safe house. As much as he didn't want to, he tells her about how bad the place looked, assuring her that, from the looks of it, Jason had caused a good amount of damage himself.

Without a doubt it had been an ambush, more than three but less than ten. Regardless of the number of people that must have ambushed the place, Jason was able to kill four of the invaders. A feat that couldn't have been easy with two innocents in the crossfires. As the label crossed his lips, he wasn't surprised when Elizabeth scoffed at him calling Sam an innocent.

"From what I could gather, Jason had been trying to get the two out when he was shot." Ritchie voices. "According to Sam, he was getting them out through the window when he was hit."

"He was shot protecting Sam?" Elizabeth knew that it was a high possibility, but it still pissed her off to have it confirmed. "Didn't she have a gun? Why didn't she help him fight them off?"

"I know how this looks, but when you're in the middle of something like that, it takes the most skilled people to keep a level head."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Elizabeth states. "Sam is skilled with a gun. You can't expect me to believe that she couldn't help defend their position."

"You have to remember that they had to think of the kid, too, Liz."

"The kid." Elizabeth repeats, a thought occurring to her. "Okay. Fine."

"Liz..." he starts to say, knowing that fine never really meant fine when coming out of a woman's mouth. In almost every case, it meant war.

"Thank you, Ritchie." she says as she rises to her feet. "You can go now."

She can hear him call out to her once more, but her mind was already far from there. She couldn't even imagine what Jason had gone through trying to protect Sam of all people from her own mess, but she made a promise and she will keep to it. She will pay for Jason's injury. One way or another, Sam will pay for it. She'll make sure of that.

Walking back into their bedroom, Elizabeth takes a deep breath before sitting down beside Jason, finding that his fever was still as hot as ever, even with the medication. With a sigh, she shakes her head, finding solace in the fact that Ritchie had been the one to remove the bullet. At least, she knows that that he knew what he was doing.

"You have to get better, Jason." she whispers, gently touching his face with the back of her fingers. "I can't lose you. Not now. Not after everything it has taken to get us back to each other."

Glancing over at the bedside table, his gun resting just atop of it, Elizabeth takes a deep breath, knowing what she has to do. Sonny's working his end, trying to figure out who could have betrayed Jason like this, but she needed answers of her own from a certain computer genius her boyfriend had been protecting.

Though its highly unlikely, she refuses to put anything past the guy, knowing that even the weakest looking people can cause the most damage. Once she figures out if he's innocent or not, she'll move on to Sam, knowing that she could never put anything past her. For a woman like Sam, there's no telling what she'd do when she feels betrayed.

"Its okay. Just rest." she whispers, leaning in to place a soft kiss upon his forehead. "You've done so much for so many people. This time, its our turn to protect you."