"I need more towels! The bleeding isn't stopping!" yelled senior resident nurse, Lauren Raburn. She sat on top of the dying patient as he was being wheeled into the emergency room. Two Miami-Dade police officers, a drug dealer, and an innocent bystander had been shot in a drug raid gone wrong. "I need more towels, please!" Lauren shouted again.

"I got some! I got some," another senior resident nurse, Margaret Collins yelled running alongside the gurney.

Lauren quickly grabbed them, and discarded the blood soaked ones. She applied pressure to the police officer's several gunshot wounds. His fire red hair gave him away. "Lt. Caine, can you hear me?" He didn't respond. "Lt. Caine! If you can hear me you're in the hospital. You've been shot. Hang in there for me, okay. Hang in there!"

Chief of staff, Dr. Andrea Fisch was waiting at entrance, to the already prepped operating room when Lauren and several other nurses arrived. Dr. Fisch was ready to go. "What do have here?" she asked. A male nurse named, Derek Brown filled her in on what had happened.

Lt. Caine was wheeled into the operating room. Dr. Fisch turned to Lauren and said, "Raburn, we got it from here. Go help the others out there." Lauren nodded, and did as she was told.

Back in the emergency room, the drug dealer, and innocent bystander were being wheeled into the building. The group of nurses and doctors had them under control. Lauren turned to see chaos. It was the other injured police officer. A bullet wound to the heart. Blood kept pouring out of him.

"Hey you guys need an extra pair of hands?" Lauren asked rushing over.

Emergency room, Dr. Frank Campbell looked at her and frantically said, "We need to get this bleeding under control. He's going into cardiac arrest." He motioned for Lauren to get on top of the officer.

Chaos had overtaken the emergency room. The white tiled floor had been turned a bright shade of red as the trauma team worked vigorously on the police officer. Nothing seemed to be working. "I need more towels please! NOW!" Lauren shouted. The officer beneath her looked familiar with his reddish brown hair. Lauren didn't have time to think. She needed to focus on saving the man's life.

Another operating room had already been prepped when the team arrived. "Raburn get off now so we can get right in," instructed Dr. Campbell. Lauren slid off as fast as she could, and in the process of doing so she almost got her foot caught in the gurney. One of the nurses caught her just before she hit the floor. She apologized and moved out of the way.

Lauren could no longer see the police officer she had just been working on, but his image stayed in her mind. She had seen him before. He came in with Lt. Caine, but not often. 'He was on some kind of special task force,' Lauren said to herself. She had seen him just a couple weeks ago. The only name she could think of was Speedle, but it wasn't him. Speedle had dark somewhat curly hair and was scruffy. 'Oh my god!' she thought. 'It's Lt. Caine's brother!' Her team didn't have an option. They must save him.

A group of five people came running into the emergency room. They searched for someone, anyone to talk to. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw enough blood to fill a small pond.

Snapping out of his trance, Officer Tim Speedle, better known as Speed, asked, "Can someone tell me where Lt. Caine and Detective Caine are?" No one said anything. "Hello, I asked a damn question!" Speed was frustrated.

Dr. Alexx Woods, Miami-Dade's Medical Examiner placed a calming hand on the frustrated officer. A young nurse walked by, and he gently grabbed her arm. "Miss, can you please tell me how Lt. Caine and Detective Caine are?"

Startled by his actions, the young nurse said, "No I'm sorry, officer. I don't know anything. I just got here." Speed let her go and apologized.

Homicide Detective, Yelina Salas was in a world of her own. Not only does she work with Horatio Caine and Raymond Caine, but they were also family; Raymond Caine, her husband and Horatio Caine, her brother-in-law. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't think, speak, or move. The blood she was looking at worried her. Anyone who had lost that much blood surely wouldn't survive.

After a few minutes passed, Lauren Raburn appeared in the hallway. She was covered in blood. The five Miami-Dade employees spotted her, and they knew she would know something.

Officer Calleigh Duquesne walked forward to question, Lauren. "Excuse me miss, I'm Calleigh Duquesne. I'm with Miami-Dade PD. Is there anything you can tell us about the two officers that were brought here?"

Still startled from her discovery Lauren said, "Uh, yeah… they're being worked on as we speak."

"Are they going to make it?" chimed in Officer Eric Delko.

"That's in the hands of the staff and God. The best thing you can do right now is wait out in the waiting area, and pray like you've never prayed before. If you'll excuse me I need to go get cleaned off. I'll keep you all updated as best I can… I promise." The five thanked Lauren and went their separate ways.