A/N: Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter! I really appreciate it! This chapter isn't very long but it's setting up the next chapter. Enjoy!


Pam reached the hospital in record time. As she ran toward the doors of the ER, all of her emotions began to run together, causing her to burst into a fit of tears. As she approached the admittance desk, she did her best to pull herself together and managed to squeak out. "Roy Anderson's wife."

The woman behind the desk nodded in realization. "Yes, Mrs. Anderson. The doctor is in with your husband right now. I'll take you to the waiting room and the doctor will be in to talk with you momentarily."

The nurse led Pam down the sterile hallway into a small room with brochures about coping with loss and depression strewn on the end tables. Offering the woman a small smile, Pam took a seat in one of the chairs in the room. Once the nurse was gone, Pam let her tears flow freely again. "How can this be happening?" she asked herself. "Surely Roy is okay. He has to be."

A few moments later, Pam lifted her head to the sound of the door opening and closing. A man in a long white coat stood in front of her and offered his hand. "Mrs. Anderson?" he asked.

Pam shook his hand lightly and nodded in confirmation, afraid if she spoke she would burst into tears again.

"Well, I was just in with your husband. He has a concussion and his left arm is broken, but he should be just fine, physically at least," the doctor commented.

"What do you mean?" Pam responded.

"Mrs. Anderson, your husband's alcohol level was over three times the legal limit. The police estimate he was going at least 20 miles over the speed limit. He ran a stop sign and collided with another car. Apparently, he tried to swerve after that and slammed into a light pole. The passenger in the truck with your husband was killed on impact and the woman in the other car is in serious condition."

Pam sank back in her chair, shock evident on her face. "Oh my god! I knew he was out at the bar with the guys but I had no idea…wait, you said the passenger in his truck was killed?"

"Yes ma'am. A young woman, about 25. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5'4" and 120 pounds. Anybody you know?"

A sick feeling sunk in Pam's stomach. Roy had been out with another woman. And not only that, but he had stupidly been driving drunk with her in the car. "No. It doesn't sound like anybody I know. Do you know who she is?"

The doctor shook his head. "She didn't have an ID on her. We were hoping you or your husband could identify her."

"I'm sorry. I don't know who it could be. I could take a look if you'd like but I doubt I'll know who she is."

"That's alright, Mrs. Anderson. You've been through a lot tonight. The police are in there with him right now. Hopefully he can give us an ID on the woman so we can contact her family."

"Can I go see him?" Pam asked, fighting back the tears that threatened her eyes.

"Sure. I'll take you to his room." The doctor stood up and led Pam back down the hallway toward a collection of patient rooms. Once they were outside the door, the doctor nodded and began to walk away.

"Excuse me…" Pam said, reaching out to grab the doctor's arm before he left. "You said the woman in the other car was in serious condition. Is she going to…" Pam's voice trailed off, leaving the unasked question lingering between them.

"I really can't tell you ma'am. Confidentiality purposes. Her husband is getting stitched up right now. He had some pretty severe lacerations that we had to take care of but he should be okay. You can talk to him later if you'd like."

Pam nodded and thanked the doctor before slipping into Roy's room.

"Pammy!" he exclaimed once he saw her.

Pam scowled at her husband and turned her attention to the two police officers standing in the room. "I'm sorry but would you mind if I spoke to my husband alone for a moment?" she asked.

"In just a minute. We actually need to speak to you first. Could you step out in the hallway please?"

Pam nodded curiously and followed one of the officers into the hall. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm not going to lie to you. Things are not looking good for your husband. He's already looking at one count of vehicular homicide and possibly two more before all is said and done. I think it would be in your best interest to not advise him on anything in case he decides to make a break for it. The last thing you want right now is to be considered an accomplice. He's been threatening to make a break for it from the second we walked in the room. We will have a security guard posted outside his door at all times until he is released and then he's being hauled off to jail. If he disappears, you'll be the first person we come talking to. Do you understand?"

Pam looked the officer square in the eyes. "Trust me, officer. You have nothing to worry about. I want Roy to pay for his crime as much as the next person. I just can't believe he would do something this stupid!"

The police officer nodded and began to turn back toward the room.

"Wait!" Pam exclaimed, causing the officer to turn back around. "You said Roy was possibly looking at two more counts of vehicular homicide. The doctor said the man in the other car was going to be okay but the woman was in bad shape. Was there someone else in the car?"

The officer's face fell as he gently whispered, "The woman in the other car was pregnant. If neither she nor the baby survive, your husband is responsible."


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