Stef P.O.V

"Jude!" Callie screamed. "Jude can you hear me! Please wake up baby! Why aren't you waking up?"

"Callie! What's going on? I ask coming up the stairs. As I reach the top and open the bathroom door the sight scares the shit out of me. Callie is there cradling Jude in her lap, but Jude appears to be pale and unconscious. Blood is seeping onto Callie's hands. I scurry over to Callie to assess what's going on.

"Callie, sweetie what happened?" I ask while taking Jude out of her arms and checking for a pulse. "LENA, call 911 we need and ambulance. I begin to check Jude and notice a stab wound on his abdomen and a laceration on his forehead.

"Callie I need you to get me towels and help me hold pressure okay?" She doesn't move, but keeps whispering to herself. "Callie!" I say trying to get her attention. When it doesn't I call out to Lena. "Lena! Get me towels." I begin to notice that the whole family is starting to gather around the door, so I instruct them to help me. "Jesus and Mariana help get Callie out of here and cleaned up." I instruct them. Callie had stayed silent and kept her head down looking at the blood on her hands since I took Jude from her.

"Oh my gosh. What happened," about time finally Lena came and with the towels.

"I'll explain later. Just help me apply pressure." I tell her even though I have no clue what happened. "Brandon go and wait for the ambulance. Callie, you need to go with your siblings." I say to her, as her whispering grows louder. When it's finally audible I realize she's blaming herself.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

As I'm going to say something to her Lena bets me to it.

"Callie, listen to me. None of this is any of our fault we'll get to the bottom of this, but for now we have to make sure Jude's okay." Lena tries to comfort Callie.

I hear multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. The EMTs move to where I am as I step aside.

"His name is Jude Adam Foster. Pulse is weak. Stab wound to the upper abdomen and laceration to the forehead." I fill them in as they start hooking him to IVs and machines and covering his wounds.

"Ready for transport," says one of the men. "Who's going to be riding with him? We can only take two."

Hi, I am back with new chapters. I want to thank Gleek Foster Kid for posting and writing chapters 7-9. It's been years, but I have finally found a little bit of motivation. Let me know your ideas and if you'd like to see some things. I am always open to ideas. Love ya -AK