As she left the ACN building for the last time it felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and another had been placed right in the same spot. She sighed to herself as she walked through the lobby, out to the curb to get a cab. Why do I always have to fuck everything up? First Will's personal life, now his public reputation as well. She knew now, for sure, that there was no chance left for her and Will, and that hurt even more than the fact that she had cleared a false story for air.

Mac attempted to hail a cab below as Will watched from above. He couldn't believe she had managed to get him to fire her, he had resolved himself to not giving in to her. But then she had looked so tired and worn out and he couldn't help it. He hated to see Mac in pain, and he hated to think that he had help caused her so much of it.

He picked up his phone and began to dial the first number in his recent calls—Mac. He told himself he was calling to offer her a ride home, but he knew he was calling to apologize and tell her to come back. He watched as she stopped and reached into her purse, picked out the phone, looked at the screen and threw it back into the bag. Fuck. Why do you have to be so stubborn Mac? He thought to himself as he watched her stomp down the block. Better to let her cool off and call later or tomorrow. He decided as he grabbed his coat to leave, he shut down his computers and TVs and left the room to find Lonny in the garage below.

I don't have to answer his calls anymore. She thought as she walked home since she couldn't hail a cab. He can call all he wants, I was fired and I owe him nothing. But she knew that was bullshit, and the thing was, she wanted to answer his calls. She wanted to hear his voice, and even better, have him come over and hold her while she cried and let out all her pent up stress. She was so tired and stressed that all she wanted to do was drink an entire bottle of wine and go to bed. She was hoping she could sleep for the next month, but she resolved herself to the idea that it wasn't physically possible.

*ring ring*

She glanced at her phone screen again and saw it was him. Ugh. She picked up and placed it to her ear.

"What, Will?" she questioned in a monotone voice.

"I was worried, I saw that you couldn't hail a cab and called you to offer a ride home. Why didn't you pick up?"

"I didn't want too. I don't think I can handle anything else piled on top of me right now."

"Ok. Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up."

"No you're not. I'm walking home and going to bed. See you….I don't know when, Will. Goodnight."

"Mac, you'll see me in about ten minutes. Where the hell are you?"

She looked around and realized she had wander down a random side street she didn't know. You'd think after living here for so long she'd be able to walk home or at least recognize where she's at but apparently not. She was more tired than she thought.

"I don't know….. Some alley. I'm not really sure." She said, slightly frightened into the phone.

"Stay where you are Lonny's running a GPS track on your phone. We'll be there in a few minutes." He responded, no doubt catching her frightened tone.

She looked around again hoping to recognize something so he wouldn't have to come all the way out to take her home. She felt like an idiot getting lost and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it together in front of him when he was being this nice. She spotted a figure down the alley and started to walk towards it, hoping to ask for directions.

"Excuse me, do you know what street this alley connects to?" she asked the stranger.

"Mackenzie McHale?" the figure asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, do I know you?" she responded, taken aback by the fact that he knew her name.

"No, but I know your boyfriend." He began to stride toward her with long steps. She turned to run and tripped in her heels. Why the hell do I wear heels? She thought as she began to get up and run. He quickly caught up to her and the last thing she remembered is screaming out to Will through the phone.

And then waking up gaging in her own blood.

Then nothing.

"Fuck! Lonny hurry the fuck up!" Will screamed as he began to dial 911. They had finally gotten a lock-in on Mac's phone and were already on their way when they heard the conversation between her and the stranger. "Why the hell would she go talk to some random mother fucking fucker?" Will screamed, panicking thinking of everything that could have happened to Mac.

"I don't know, Will. But calm down we're on our way and so are the police and ambulance—" Lonny said as Will cut him off talking to the 911 operator. He told the operator where Mac was and what had happened and then hung up.

"That's bullshit. What the fuck was she thinking?"

"She probably wasn't. She sleep deprived and emotionally and physically exhausted due to the circumstances. I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't been eating either, being under all the stress she has."

"When the hell did you become a doctor?" Will asked sarcastically as he jumped out of the car when they arrived to the alley. He immediately spotted someone lying on the ground, he was sure it was Mac, but still hoped it wasn't. He ran to them and sure enough it was her. She was unconscious, hardly breathing and blood was gushing everywhere. He pulled her into his lap and began to try and wake her up.

"Mac? Can you hear me? Mac? Helps on the way darling, just hang in there. Oh, God Mac! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything. Kenz—can you hear me?" he desperately clung to her, hoping to stop the bleeding as Lonny started putting pressure on some of the severe gashes—and there were many, too many.

The ambulance suddenly arrived pulling directly into the alley and rushing towards the trio. Will hadn't even heard the sirens in his desperate need to get to Mac.

"Will…agh.." he heard Mac whisper and gurgle his name. He pushed her hair out of her eyes, smearing blood on her face as he did so, "I'm here, Kenz, I'm here. The ambulance is here, there gonna take you and make the pain go away, ok?" He kept talking hoping to keep her awake. The paramedics began to lift her onto the stretcher and he went right along with them, seeing as Mackenzie was clinging to him just as much as he was with her.

"Billy, don't leave me" she managed to choke out clinging to him.

"I won't Kenz, I'm right here—"

"Sir, you can't come in the ambulance unless you're family. I'm sorry we need to get her stabilized." One of the paramedics interrupted him.

"I'm her husband." He stated, his eyes burning into the young man.

"Ok, sir. Let's go." The paramedic began to wheel Mac into the ambulance as others began hooking up equipment to her and running around to get her safely stored.

"I'll follow you to the hospital, Will!" Lonny shouted running back to the SUV they'd left parked on the street.

"She's going into shock! Hold her down before she hurts herself! Where the hell is the—got it!" Shouted a young girl, who looked barely old enough to be a paramedic to Will, as others held Mac down as she began to spasm. The girl gave Mac a shot and she began to relax, "Get her hooked up to the EKG, I need a reading—now!" the same girl shouted.

Will just sat bent over Mac's face, that had an air tube stuck down in her throat, and petted her head whispering softly to her, "It's going to be ok, Mac they're gonna fix you. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." He stared into her large brown eyes, full of fear. Then he really began to panic when she closed them and didn't open them back up.