As they reached the Elliot Bay Towers parking garage, Niles helped Daphne into the car and within seconds they were pulling out onto the street.

"If you don't mind my asking, Dr. Crane where are we going?"

He was grateful for the traffic light that allowed him to slow to a stop. Afraid that he had caused her to worry, he turned to her and smiled.

"Daphne, do you trust me?"

Suddenly apprehensive about her answer, he took a deep breath and stared into her beautiful eyes. Whatever opinion she had of him now was certainly justified, given what he had done.

Thankfully she smiled. "Of course I trust you, but-." '

I promise, everything will be all right."

She smiled, glancing at his hand on her forearm.

He drove quickly but carefully until he came to the all-too-familiar building.

Just looking at Seattle General brought back so many painful memories... memories of his mother and of his dad being here after having been shot in a robbery. Niles had never been so afraid in his life.

But he couldn't think about that now.

He glanced at the angel sitting next to him and quickly pulled into a parking space in front of the ER. They climbed out of the car and Niles rushed to Daphne's side; his arm around her waist at he guided her into the building.

"Dr. Crane, this really isn't necessary." Daphne protested.

"Nonsense. You're hurt and I want to make sure that you get the best possible care."

She sighed as they walked through the sliding doors.

"All right, but this really isn't necessary. I promise I'm fi-ooouch.!"

When she winced again, Niles rushed to the receptionist's desk.

"Excuse me, this is an emergency!" He yelled, banging on the counter.

A heavy set woman appeared, wearing a very unfriendly grin.

"Well of course it's an emergency! This is the ER!"

Niles rolled his eyes. "I'll ignore your sarcastic remark for your sake, but this woman is in severe need of medical attention! She's in pain."

The receptionist handed Niles a stack of papers. "Fill these out and we'll call you as soon as we can."

"But-."

"Listen do you want to be helped or not?" She snapped.

"Well, of course we do. Why do you think we're-."

He stopped when he felt Daphne's hand on his back, guiding him to the waiting room and to a vacant corner with uncomfortable seats.

"It's all right, Dr. Crane. Let's just sit over here. It'll be nice to relax a bit anyway. I'll just thumb through this maga-ooohhh.!"

"Dear God, you are in pain aren't you? What the hell is taking so long?"

Daphne took his hand and smiled. "Please don't worry about me. I'll be all right."

He stared at her, amazed at her strength and courage. He wished he possessed half of what she had. She truly was the most incredible woman he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.