Tension in the hospital was at fever pitch when the ambulances from the Mansion shooting pulled in. Joe's nerves were frazzled, he was definitely getting too old for this. And there was everyone, Jake, Cara, Frankie, Griffin all torn up by this tragedy and all looking for his lead. Into this moment of hesitation strode David Hayward. Not caring about protocol or law he began to give out orders.

"Griffin and Jake take Erica to operating room 4…"

"Frankie, Tad will need an x-ray before surgery to discern the damage to the bone before we work on repairing the damaged arteries…"

"I will need Bianca in operating room 2; get Dr Prentis to assist me…"

"Cara, I'm giving you the most important job of all. Take care of Marissa. She will need a head CT to discover the extent of her head trauma…"

The barrage of orders washed over everyone and nobody moved.

"People" David barked. "We have lives to save!"

"He's right!" said Joe. "Get to it everyone!"

The Doctors hurriedly dispersed.

"But not you David." said Joe catching hold of his arm. "You are no longer a doctor at this hospital."

"Joe." said David, "Bianca is paralysed from the neck down; if you don't let me help her the damage will be permanent. With my research into stem cells I have a technique that will give her back some, if not all, of her mobility. You have to let me help her."

Joe saw the determination in David's eyes and had seen enough of his miracles, the dead alive and well, not to argue. He let David follow Bianca's gurney to operating room 2.