Ty stared at Ashley's face for a moment, as red, hot anger flowed through his veins. It was something that he had been working so hard to control, his temper, but seeing Ashley's bruised face caused his hands to ball up into tight fists. His eyes zeroed in on the three most prominent bruises before looking away.

"Who did this?" Ty asked, his voice tight in his attempt to keep his tone calm.

Ashley gently swiped a hand under her eyes, in an attempt to dry the continuous stream of tears. "It just – happened so quickly. Some girl knocked on the door. Talking about that guy that Caleb got into an argument with. She said she was his wife. All of a sudden, he just slammed passed her. Shoved me against the wall. Ty, Caleb is hurt bad. I couldn't do anything. I didn't know what to do. You have to help him."

Ty sighed, as he allowed the anger subside enough to allow himself the ability to think. He would have time to hunt down that bastard, Finley, later. Right now his friend needed him.

"Amy, call an ambulance. I'm going to head over to the trailer, see what I can do to help Caleb until they get there. After you call them, call Lou or Jack. Whoever you can get a hold of to watch Katie. Then take Ashley to the hospital. She needs to be checked out as well."

Amy nodded, before wrapping her arms around Ty's neck. "Please be careful."

"Promise." He whispered back softly, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you." He added, before grabbing his jacket and headed for the door. It was merely a whisper, but he heard her words all the same I love you too.

Ty spurred Harley forward as he visualized all the possibilities of what he might find when he reached the trailer. Quickly, Ty pulled back on the reins, causing Harley to halt his movements, as he slid off the horse's back. He patted the side of Harley's neck as he passed by. He swallowed thickly as he stalked toward the trailer. In the distance he could hear the faint sound of sirens, but knew that they were still pretty far away. Ty stepped up onto the small wooden porch and shoved the door to the trailer open. He cringed at the sight.

"Caleb." Ty whispered, as he knelt down beside his fallen friend. Ty's hand carefully grazed over the still bleeding wounds that littered Caleb's face. His nose was crooked and bruise, most likely broken. One of Caleb's eyes was swollen and had started to turn a deep purple. Ty feared looking anywhere else, with the damage to Caleb's face being so bad. Slowly though, Ty carefully examined Caleb's arms and torso for any signs of injuries. What he found didn't seem promising. A dark purpling on Caleb's abdomen spoke volumes of whatever internal injuries that his friend had sustained. Though Caleb's arms were mostly untouched, his knuckles were also deeply bruised and Ty hoped it was from him fighting back.

The sirens he had heard moments before, grew louder. Ty stood up, and turned toward the door to flag the ambulance down when he heard Caleb groan. He grimaced slightly at the thought of Caleb being conscious. Ty couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of pain that Caleb was in.

"Hey, buddy." Ty whispered as he knelt back down. "I have to go flag down the ambulance. I'll be right back, I promise."

Caleb's untouched eye opened, tears lined it as he attempted to speak. His busted lip spurted blood as it cracked back open. "Ashley." Was all he managed to sputter out.

"Don't you worry about Ashley. She's tough. If it weren't for her, no one would have known you were even out here."

Caleb moved his hand toward Ty. He tried to raise it up, but winced and laid it back down. "Thanks." He muttered softly in exchange.

Ty nodded, as he stood back up. "Hang in there, Caleb." Ty added, before moving toward the door.

Waiting, Ty thought, was the absolute worst thing in the world. It didn't matter what it was that you were waiting on, it never seemed to arrive. Time always seems to just drag on when you're waiting. Ty didn't much care for waiting, especially since waiting made him think and thinking about waiting brought him back to a place that he didn't care to be in. In fact, Ty was almost certain that if he closed his eyes for a moment that he could picture it. That he would be able to smell the jet fuel and hear Scott's pained cries. Waiting on someone to find you was the worst kind of waiting, and Ty knew exactly how Caleb must have felt. Lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, not knowing what had happened to Ashley. If she was alright. Just thinking about it, caused his heart to race just a little bit.

"Hey. Where's your mind at?" Amy asked, pulling Ty from his inner struggle.

His head cocked sideways only a little bit, as he allowed a small smile play at the edge of his lips. "Just thinking about how much I hate waiting." He sighed.

Amy hadn't seen Caleb, she hadn't known what had happened to him and Ty sure as hell wasn't about to give her a visual. Not when he wished he could scrape the inside of his brain to remove the image from his own mind's eye.

"I don't like it either." Her voice was low, barely a whisper.

Ty could feel the depth to her words, and realized that she too, had a reason to hate waiting. While he was stuck in the woods, waiting for someone to find him. She was sitting at Heartland, waiting for news. Waiting for someone to find him, and fearful that they might not find him alive.

"I guess we're both kind of stuck in the same place." He mumbled after a moment. Though he wouldn't be the first to admit that the plane crash still bothered him from time to time, he didn't want Amy thinking that she was the only one still bothered by it.

"Is that where your mind was?" She asked, turning her head toward him.

He shrugged softly. "It doesn't bother me often. Hardly at all anymore, really. It's just sometimes, like this, I can't help it. It's like I'm back there again. I feel like if I close my eyes and really focus, that I can smell the jet fuel. That I can hear Scott screaming out in the night. Then I feel just as useless as I did that day. Waiting, wondering if anyone would ever find us."

Amy reached over and clutched his hand tightly. "You had to know that I would never give up on you. No matter what, I would have found you."

He smiled softly, as he turned toward her. With his free hand, he brushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, believe me, I know that. You are the single most stubborn person I have ever met, and I wouldn't have you any other way. At least then I know that if I get myself into a sticky situation, you'll always come looking for me."

Amy smiled back, "Always." After a moment, her head hung.

Ty sighed. "I can't imagine how hard that day was for you. I know that if the roles were reversed, and you were missing..." Ty let his sentence trail off. He couldn't finish it, he couldn't even think the words. In that moment, Ty knew that if anything ever happened to Amy, he'd lose it. She was the only thing that was holding him together. His whole life, no one had ever been there. No one had ever cared enough to look out for him. Not until Amy. She had always looked out for him, even when they didn't exactly see eye to eye, even when they were broken up. She was always still there, in the background, asking about him. If he lost that, if he lost her – Ty knew that he would lose himself.

"Nothing's going to happen to me. Okay?" Ty nodded softly, as he fought against the tears that lined his eyes. "Yes, that day was horrible. I felt my life falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The thought of you out there, and not knowing if you were okay. It tore me apart, but I wasn't lying when I said I still felt you out there. I knew you were alive, because I knew that I would feel it if you weren't. Harley, he gave me hope. That horse is your saving grace, you know? He gave me hope that we would find you. He never let me give up."

Ty smiled, "Yeah, I don't think you would have given up. Even if there was no Harley. You don't quit, Amy. That's one of the things I love most about you. You see the best in everything and everyone, and you won't quit until you make sure that everyone else sees it your way. No one stood a chance, if you thought I was out there."

Amy smiled back, "You make a valid point."

Ty shrugged, "I usually do." He leaned in to kiss her, but stopped. Movement out of the corner of his eyes caused him to pull back.

Ashley stood just outside the double doors of the emergency room. Her wrist was in a brace, and stitches lined the arch of her left eyebrow. The bruises on her face looked darker somehow, and Ty couldn't even begin to imagine how badly they must hurt.

"Did you hear anything about Caleb?" Ty asked finally.

She sighed, tears lining her eyes. "They had to rush him into surgery. They're not sure if he's going to make it."