"Grace?" Will's voice called through the halls of the hospital. "Grace?" He finally spotted the red head lying on the couch in the waiting room. She was sleeping, but it didn't look like a very peaceful sleep. He walked to the couch and sat down next to her. He stroked her hair and she woke up. Grace sat up, her eyes instants filled with tears. She looked into Will's deep brown eyes, almost sending him her words that she could not speak. "Where is everybody?" he asked softly.

"Jack and Rosario went to get coffee." Grace leaned on Will's chest. "Will," she started.

"Yes, Gracie, I'm here," he hugged her softly, their touch comforting the both of them.

"She's not doing good." and that's all Grace could manage to say before being silenced by her tears. Will rocked her back and forth, calming them both, Will still unaware of the situation.

After a minute or two, Jack and Rosario walked into the waiting room with a tray of coffee. Jack didn't have the usual bounce in his step and Rosario didn't have the usual nasty glare in her eyes. They both looked sad and scared.

"Hey Jack, Rosario." Will said as they came closer.

"Hey," Jack's voice was very low, along with his spirits.

"What happened?" Will asked, still rocking Grace.

"The mob, that's what happened." Rosario said flatly. "They found out Mr. Stan is still alive and came after him. Thinking he would be in the family limo, they followed it and shot the first thing that came out of it, which happened to be Miss Karen."

"Oh my God." Will could feel the tears flooding his own eyes as he tried to shake Grace of hers.

Jack spoke softly, "They got her in the chest. There is little possibility that she... that she... will live." and with that, everyone was silent, until a doctor walked up.

"Family of Karen Walker," he announced through the waiting room. The four stood up, each announcing their own version of "that's us."

"How are you all related to Karen?" The doctor asked, maintaining the hospital's policy of only giving information to family members.

"I'm her sister," Grace said.

"I'm her brother," announced Will.

"I'm her husband," Jack told the farthest from the truth, until...

"I'm her mother." Rosario walked up to the doctor, "what do you have to tell us about my baby?"

"Um... yes, Karen Walker," he flipped through his papers on his clip board, "we are taking her into surgery now."

Grace went light headed and her knees buckled, but Will caught her and sat her down on the couch. "What is the procedure, doctor?" Will asked and held Grace closer.

"Right now, there is a bullet lodged into Ms. Walker's breast bone, which is nearly the center of her chest. If that bullet had been even an inch to the left, we would have no chance. But, she was shot 4 times. We have only found 3 of the four bullets so far; one in the breast bone, one in her lowed abdomen, and one inside one of her ribs, but we need to take them out before she get's any worse." Grace sobbed into Will's shirt as the rest of them stifled their tears.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jack whispered.

"We are trying our hardest." The doctor said truthfully and walked away.