Megan held on to Peter for dear life. As soon as she had been able to cut herself free she had called for help, asking in advance for an ambulance to be sent along. She had no idea that Peter would be the one who would need it.

The moment she had seen him coming through those doors, her heart had skipped a beat. The fact that he had ignored the text-message and come anyway… there were no words to describe how relieved and lucky it had made her feel. She knew he wasn't happy with her. But she was glad he knew her well enough to know that under normal circumstances, she would not had answered as civilized as the message Wilson had sent in response.

And now, with her attacker lying dead on the ground, after having been shot by her and surreptitiously pushed over the ledge by Peter, she was at a loss of what to do. With all her training, all her years taking care of people and doctoring, she looked down at the man in her arms and drew a blank, all her training having been obliterated in the previous seconds.

She had to shake herself out of her funk and take action. Screw it all. Peter Dunlop could not and would not die.

She removed herself from behind him and laid him on the floor of the balcony she shared with Kate. Running quickly to the lab, she pulled out all the gauze and cloth she could and ran back to Peter. Staunching the flow was all she could do until the paramedics arrived. Then she would accompany them to the hospital and make sure the doctors did their job and saved his life.

He had already lost too much blood and he could not afford to lose any more.

Soon the elevator doors slid open once more to admit the emergency squad. She hadn't even noticed the sirens going off downstairs until this moment. She had never been happier to se the faces of the homicide detectives than at that very moment.

Peter would make it. Wilson was dead. And she was still alive and well enough to badger doctors in Peter's name.