Jackson's eyes sprang open as his phone lit up and buzzed on the bedside table next to him. He groggily reached for it, noticing the time to be a little before 2 am. He sprang to life when he saw April's name against the caller ID. Sliding the lock screen on his iPhone to answer, he nervously said her name into the receiver.

She didn't answer.

"April." He repeated more urgently. Surely she didn't accidentally call him at this hour. He heard a few shaky breaths and a lot of noise on the other end. His panic heightened as he propped himself up in bed. He was completely awake now. For years he had tried to shake the nagging feeling he got when it came to April. He knew something was wrong. "April, can you hear me?"

"Jack….son. Sar you there?" Her voice came slowly, sleepily, and confused as she took a deep breath between each syllable, her words garbled and slurred. He barely understood her.

He flipped the light on, his heartbeat racing in his throat, his breath accelerating.

"Yes," he answered, "where are you?" His hand shaking as he held the phone to his ear.

Again silence.

"April!"

He couldn't make out what she said. Her words were so slow and jumbled. She sounded half asleep. He wondered how she had even managed to call him.

"Nev…re…mind. I-I don't—"

"April, no." He cut her off, "do not hang up. Can you tell me where you are?"

Just then she started saying "No," but not to him. She was talking to someone else who he figured hadn't been there a second ago. He could make out a male voice.

"Stop," she managed.

Jackson heard fumbling and April began to panic. He couldn't hear what she said, she sounded so intoxicated, but he knew that heightened flexion in her voice.

"Please!" she begged him. The clearest word she'd said.

And then the call was ended. Jackson stared in horror at the numbers that told him the duration of the call. He was about to throw up.

Over a year ago when April was pregnant, he had gone into her phone and put the location tracker on. He hated himself for violating her privacy, but he couldn't stand the thoughts of her being alone. Images of her falling or passing out wouldn't cease to flood his mind and he had to know how to get to her if something went wrong. He hadn't checked the app in months.

He clicked the Find Friends app. Please don't have turned it off his thoughts begged. He felt lightheaded when he saw her name pop up in the box and the word locating… A pinpoint dropped at a bar only 8 miles away.

Jackson threw his clothes on, thanking some deity that Harriet was at his mother's tonight. Thirty seconds later he was out the door.

He arrived at the bar. April's phone said she'd not moved. He walked in; the music throbbed in his chest. He frantically paced through the club until he saw April barely awake in a booth. There was a handsome man with her who looked slightly older. His arm was slung around her shoulders and her head lulled against his shoulder. The rage that flooded Jackson scared even him. He approached their table, grabbing both sides of April's face. She stirred slightly, unseeingly fixing her green eyes against his face. Jackson had seen enough of these cases in his ER. Alcohol alone would not have made her so lethargic, so hard to understand on the phone. He had seen April many forms of drunk. It never looked like this. Jackson looked at the man next to her.

"What did you give her?" He asked panicked.

"What's it to you?" The man asked. "Find your own girl."

Jackson let go of April, her head falling back to the side. He pressed his forearm across the man's neck and jacked him up against the booth. The man raised his arms in surrender, not expecting Jackson's attack. Jackson relented.

"I don't know what it was," the man admitted. "I got it from a friend here. He's left."

"I will kill you." Jackson warned. "If I ever see you again. I will kill you."

He watched as Jackson tried to arouse April enough to slide her from the booth. She managed, but fell heavily into his arms as soon as she stood. Jackson cradle carried her.

Once they were outside, the cool, rainy air seemed to wake her up enough to realize who she was with, "I'm sorry," she sighed heavily.

He drove to the hospital as fast as he could. He hated himself for not calling the police, but he needed to get April to the hospital, and waiting for the police would have taken too long. He told the bar tender what happened on the way out, and hopped that would suffice, but without April there, it would be hard to prove.

Jackson left the car running, and stumbled through the Emergency Room doors carrying April. He recognized Alex first.

"Karev!" He screamed, "help me." He placed April down in an empty bed. She had fallen asleep again in the car and had not responded when they arrived.

"April," he tried, "look at me."

She remained lifeless, her pale skin almost matching the white sheets. Her breathing had become worryingly labored. Jackson grabbed the nearest dinamap and hooked April up to the blood pressure cuff and pulse oximeter.

"What's wrong with her?" Alex asked, hurrying his way over as soon as he finished with his last patient. He failed to hide his own worry. He had always given April a hard time; he didn't like her much, but he'd never want anything to happen to her.

"She was slipped drugs at a bar," Jackson said, her oxygen saturation registering at only 87 and blood pressure 90/35. Her pulse was running in the 50s.

"Do you know what kind?" Alex asked, applying hard pressure to April's nail bed trying to get a response from her after failed verbal and tactile stimuli. Her eyes barely fluttered, but he felt relief at the small reflex.

"He didn't know," Jackson's voice was strained, "We need to do a toxicology screen."

Jackson left to find a phlebotomy nurse, while Alex placed April on a non-rebreather at 15 Liters. He instructed a nurse to start her on normal saline at 250 milliliters per hour.

Alex rested his hand in her hair as the nurse drew her blood. He looked at Jackson nervously pacing by the door. "Please don't do this, Kepner," he pleaded with April, using his thumb to gently massage her forehead. He didn't know what came over him. April was the annoying little sister he couldn't stand, but right now, he didn't want to leave her side for anything. He sat down on the stool, hoping he could stay there until the tox screen came back.