A/N: Here is another update. Let me know if I should continue. I know...shameless begging for a review whether I should continue or not. =)

Part 2

A man dressed in ratty black jeans, a dark hoodie, and a black ski mask, pointed his gun first at Tracey then at the clerk behind the counter. "Give me all your money and no one gets hurt." He growled.

The clerk quickly turns to the cash register hitting a button to open the cash drawer. Pulling the money out, he stuffs it into a bag then laid it on the counter for the man in the mask.

While the clerk was gathering the money, Tracey nervously looks towards the candy aisle where Olivia had headed. Please, please take forever making up your mind like you always do. She silently pleaded.

"You!" The man growled at Tracey pointing his gun at her. "You too, I want all your money. Is that your car out there?" He growled tilting his head at the door. "Gimme the keys."

"I…it's…"Tracey stammered patting her pockets unconsciously.
"It's not mine, I don't have the keys."

"Really? Then…."

Before he could finish Olivia turned the corner coming out of the aisle. "Hey, should I get a Kit Kat or the Coffee Crisp?" Olivia asks holding up the candy. "Oh shit." Olivia thought as she looked up to see a gun swinging towards her.

Startled Tracey watched in a slow motion as the man swing his gun towards Olivia. Before she can shout at Olivia she hears a loud bang. Tracey stared as the blood slowly spread across Olivia's chest. "Olivia!" she screamed. Olivia slumped to the ground holding her chest. "No no no!" Tracey screamed as she rushed to Olivia's side. Tracey pressed her hands onto Olivia's chest attempting to stop the flow of blood.

The gunman grabs the bag of money from the counter then ran out the door. The clerk just stood there watching in stunned silence at what just happened.

"Help me!" Tracey screamed at him as the tears start running down her face. "Call 911! Call 911!"

The clerk mutely nodded reaching for the phone behind him.

"Tra…Trace." Olivia stammered as blood came out of her mouth.

"Shhhh…." Tracey shushed. "Don't speak you're going to be fine." Tracey whispered as the tears ran down her face. "You're going to be fine."

Olivia reached up to touch Tracey's cheek, "I love you." She whispered as her vision started to get blurry. "I love you with all my heart."

"Stop it. You're going to be fine." Tracey whispered looking into her green eyes. "You're going to be fine."

"I love you." Olivia whispered again as her eyes fluttered closed. Slowly her hand slipped from Tracey's face.

"Olivia?" Tracey whispered. "OLIVIA!" She yelled when Olivia didn't answer her. "OLIVIA! WAKE UP!" She screamed in terror. Leaning closer to Olivia's face, Tracey yelled again. "OLIVIA! Please wake up!"

Tracey feels hands on her shoulders. "Let us help." A woman asks. Tracey looks up to see two EMT's rush over with a stretcher. A woman in a police uniform gently moves Tracey to the side. They watched as one female EMT lift up Olivia's shirt to examine the wound. While a male EMT started taking Olivia's pulse.

Tracey watched in horror as the EMT's worked feverishly to stop the flow of blood coming out of Olivia's chest. Soon they loaded Olivia on to the stretcher and headed towards the ambulance. Tracey followed crying non-stop. The police woman helped Tracey into the back of the ambulance after Olivia is loaded inside.

On the way towards the hospital, Tracey held onto Olivia's hand whispering to her. "I love you. You're going to be fine." She repeated over and over.

As soon as they arrive the EMT's rush Olivia towards the ER. As the EMT's quickly explain Olivia's condition to a doctor, one of the nurses stop Tracey before she could enter the exam room.

"What is your name? Is there anyone we can call for you?" she asked gently turning Tracey towards a chair.

Tracey stopped to look at the woman. The nurse appeared to be older with graying hair a few wrinkles lined her face. Tracey shook her head. "Tracey Spencer. I don't know. She's all I have. We don't have any family left."

"And your friend's name? Is there anyone we can contact?"

"Olivia Spencer, she's my wife." Tracey whispered. "She's my world. My, my, everything." As she stared at the swinging doors that led into the exam room.

"Ok." The nurse nodded. "Let's get you cleaned up while the doctor helps your wife."

Tracey looked down at her hands. They are covered in Olivia's blood. Her shirt, her pants, even her long red hair had blood on the tips on it when she leaned in to Olivia. Nodding silently, Tracey let the nurse lead her to a washroom. With the nurse's help, Tracey emerged from the washroom with clean hands wearing a scrubs shirt. The nurse led her back to a chair.

"I'll go check on your wife." The nurse said helping her sit down. "If you need anything just ask for me. My name is Lillian."

Tracey nodded as she stared at the ER doors again. "Please God, "she prayed. "Please don't take her away from me. Not yet. Not after all we've been through." She pleaded sobbing into her hands.

Soon Lillian returned with a doctor. They quickly explain that they have stabilized Olivia for the moment and will be taking her up to surgery. "As you are her next of kin, we will require your permission for the operation." The doctor explained handing her a clipboard and pen.

Nodding, Tracey took the pen and signed the paper. "Will she be ok?"

"We won't know until the surgeons get her into surgery. They will remove the bullet and repair whatever damage they find." He said softly putting a comforting hand on Tracey's shoulder. "I have to get back. I will update you as soon as I know anything." Turning away, he went back through the swinging doors.

tbc?