(I'm back...sorry for the wait, I guess. The story is now rated T so I can mention gruesome and abusive scenes. Thank you for following the story through these turbulent times. Onwards)

A bead of sweat trickled down his face as he and his partner made their way through the apartment. There she was, the very reason they were called here, lying in a pool of her own blood. In all his years at Lenox Hill Hospital, he had never seen such a gruesome scene. The 35 year old bent down to examine the wound. What monster could do this to another person – much less a pregnant woman!

Witnesses had reported seeing a single lightning strike, and people 15 miles away from the strike could hear the thunder load and clear. It was a strange sight indeed, lightning on a clear day, but he was sure meteorologists all around New York would come up with some sort of natural phenomenon to explain why this happened. However, he wasn't a detective, he wasn't here to investigate. He broke out of his stupor as he realized he needed to save this woman. Judging by the amount of blood surrounding her and her glassy eyes, she was most likely suffering from hemorrhagic shock and would require a blood transfusion.

He put his fingers to his wrist and her neck. It was there and then that A. Lionell panicked. "FELIX, GET THE STRETCHER IN HERE, QUICK! I CAN BARELY FEEL A FUCKING THING!" His intern rushed into the room. One look at Sally Jackson and Lionell's grim, set face, and he knew the severity of the situation instantly. Lionell got up to help him set up the stretcher and to lift Sally's limp body onto it. This was by far the weirdest attempted murder he'd ever seen.

They rushed her to the elevator. The moments they waited to finally arrive at the ground floor were filled with tension.

'God, I hope she lives,' Lionell had seen far too many deaths, and he really wasn't in the mood for two people dead under his supervision in under a week. As they reached the exit, Felix rushed ahead to get the ambulance running, as Lionell struggled to reach the back of the vehicle. Felix came from the front to help pull the stretcher into the back of the vehicle. Lionell hooked her up to the heart monitor. He stayed in the back to monitor her, as well as to have quick and easy access to their mobile defibrillator just in case. He wasn't going to make that mistake twice.

Felix pushed the vehicle into gear. As the car lurched forward, he put the sirens on. Immediately, pedestrians cleared the way as he rushed to Lenox Hill. All was going well, but things took a turn for the worse. Halfway there, their luck ran out. As they rushed a red light, they came across a driver who seemed oblivious to their surroundings. They were blasting their headphones, so they couldn't hear the iconic "wee-woo" of the ambulance. They only noticed it went the red and blue light entered their view, but by then it was too late for them to do anything.

Felix swerved to avoid a crash that would surely do his patient in. Unfortunately, the swerve caused the stretcher to hit the side of the ambulance, and Lionell watched in fear and horror as Sally flat-lined.

'Jesus Christ, this can't be happening.' He steadied her as he reached for the defibrillator. Lionell opened up her blouse and readied the device. As he put the electrode pads in position, he was prepared to see results. He was mortified to see that she hadn't suffered so much as a twitch, whereas he was expecting her to arch her back in response. The device was on the right setting, he had checked. It was almost as if something, or someone, had tampered with the device. It was uncanny, he had never seen this happen.

'For the love of any god listening, please let this work.'

He tried once more.

'Please.'

And again.

'Please.'

And again.

'PLEASE.'

The fifth time, the device finally worked and he saw the reaction he wanted. He rubbed the pads together, yelled "Standby!" and shocked her again. Just like that, life seemed to come back to her. He heard her inhale, as the heart monitor started beeping again, his efforts of delivering therapeutic doses of electricity had brought her back from the brink of death to homeostasis.

"Thank you," he said under his breath, in case anybody had heard his prayers. "Felix, how much further?"

"Not much, we're nearly there Aaron."

Thankfully, they reached the rest of the way there without incident. Felix parked the vehicle, and came out back to pull Sally out of the ambulance. They rushed pushed the entrance and hospital staff.

"OUT OF THE WAY," Felix yelled as the rushed her to the emergency room. As the reached it, they carried her off the stretcher and onto the operating table, while another intern ran to call P. Maron, the resident cardiologist.

'She's going to make it.'

Far away, atop the heavens, Zeus looked down on Sally and Aaron. From his throne on Mt. Olympus, he muttered to himself "You may live for now, Sally Jackson. Let us hope this decision doesn't bring about my downfall." He waved away the Iris message just as Maron and his team rushed into the room to begin the operation.

"Do not disappoint me."

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