Nina's POV

"Babe, can you hand me the screwdriver?" asked Eddie, as I stood behind him in the backyard. I was helping him build the chicken coop. Funny, I never thought that'd happen.

"Sure." I began searching through the tool box. "Wrench, hammer...Nope, I think we might've left that in the house. I'll be right back." I kissed his cheek and started the short walk back to the house.

Gee, the last month and a half has been really slow. Amber and Mick are the only two people from Anubis that we've talked to since the wedding.

"Now where'd did he put that screwdriver," I mumbled to myself, now searching under the sink when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Yes, may I speak to Nina Miller-Sweet?"

"This is her," I responded, still not sure of what was going on.

"Ma'am we've contacted you because you are on the list of family for Alfred Lewis. He's been in a car accident in London and is in critical condition." My hand flew over my mouth.

"What hospital is it?" I whispered, barely being able to force the words out of my mouth.

"London Memorial Hospital, ma'am."

"Thank you, so much." I hung up the phone and literally, I fell on the floor crying.

After about five minutes, Eddie came into the house. "Baby, what happened to that screw-" he took one look at me and rushed over. "Screw the screwdriver, what happened? Is something wrong with the baby?"

I shook my head, tears still streaming down my face. "It's Alfie, Eddie. He got in a car accident and he's in critical condition."

"Shit." He mumbled. He stood, pulling me up with him. "Come on, we're going to get our Alfie."

He packed a few clothes for the both of us and told me to rest while he got the car ready so that I wouldn't upset the baby. Oh Alfie, I hope you're okay.

Patricia's POV

"Did you just say Alfred Lewis? As in Alfred Marmaduke Lewis? About 5'10, skinny as bones and light brown skin?"

"Uh, yes Ma'am."

"Shit," I said as I raked my fingers through my hair. "I'll be there." I looked down at my drink, I was having lunch with Piper and our older sister Phoebe and our younger brother Peter...our parents have a thing for the letter 'P'.

"What happened to Alfie?" Piper asked with a very worried look on her face.

"He was in a car accident, come on Piper." I grabbed her hand. "We'll see you two later." I got into the car and started driving ferociously.

"Trish, calm down. We don't want to end up like Alfie. That's one tragedy too many."

God, Alfie, what did you get yourself into?

Amber's POV

"We came as quick as we got the call." I said worriedly as I entered the hospital room. I hugged Willow and grabbed hold of Alfie's other hand. Thank God he had us listed as family. I didn't want to have to fight my way through nurses just to see my Alfie...well...my used to be Alfie.

I love Alie, I do. But we didn't fit. He's still my best friend, and that's including Nina. I mean he got to know me better than anyone has ever tried to g wet to know me.

"Hang in there Alfie." Mick put his arm around my waist.

"We're here for you buddy." He said touching Alfs leg and giving it a pat.

"Oh my god, Alfie!" Jerome ran into the room. His eyes were red and puffy. His hair was a mess, and his collar had lipstick stains on it. Hmmmm ...someone was doing a certain something with somebody. MILLINGTON! Not the time! " Willow what happened?" he asked frantically.

"I don't know we were just driving away from Jerome and Joy's work building and a truck came out of nowhere. They said he's in an induced coma and that they're gonna see if he can breathe on his own so they know how they need to go about with the surgery."

Her eyes have never looked so lifeless. She was looking down at him the entire time we were there. It was saddening how she looked as if she was the one who was in critical condition. Her skin was so pale it was almost grey. Her hair even seemed to loose some of it's vibrant color.

"Willow, huney, let's get you something to eat. The boys will watch Alfie," she nodded slowly and Joy took her hand and mine, leading the both of us to the hospital cafeteria.

Joy and I tried our hardest to keep poor Willow's spirits up, but to no avail, see was still glumly sipping her hot cocoa.

Eddie's POV

As me and Nina rode on the ferry to England, I started to think about all the memories I had of Alfie. Like that one time he made chocolate mystery surprise out of chocolate, leftover lunch meat and bananas. Or the time he made that marshmallow fratata. Or that one time where he hung in there for me at the dodge-ball tournament.

I'm not ready to loose Alfie.

Not when I've only known him for a few years. I want him to be able to watch mine and his kids grow up. I want us to be that pair of old grandpas that tell the grand-kids all those stories and adventures of Anubis.

Alfie and Jerome are like brothers to me. It'd be to much for me to handle. Lord knows Nina would probably loose her mind if she lost Alfie. That boy is someone we both know that we can count on...

How selfish must I be? I should be thinking about Willow. The love of her life is fighting for his life in a hospital bed. Willow couldn't last without Alfie. He's her saving grace, she said so herself.

She must feel like it was her fault. That she wasn't the one driving that car. Or that maybe she was distracting him and that's why he didn't see that car.

Poor Willow.

Poor Alfie.

Seems like the only good thing right now is that my son or daughter is growing healthy in my wife's still-slender belly. I look over at Nina.

Her hand is still interlocked with mine with the other propping up her head. "Nina, baby, come here." I say slightly shaking her. She nods her head before leading over on my shoulder.

Please Alfie don't leave me now.

Mara's POV

Fabian has been acting weird all day now. First he says that we need to stop by the florist and get some flowers. Then he says we need to go to London ,which is a two hour drive from Liverpool, to meet up with some of the gang, which by the way I don't get why I'm just finding out about this now or the reason why we have flowers.

Finally the car stops and he lets out a long sigh. "Fabes, what is going on with you?" I ask, looking towards him. But instead of my eyes focusing on him, they focus on the lit letters on the building besides us. London Memorial Hospital. "Fabian, why are we at the hospital? What's happened? Who's ill?'

He gets out the car, telling me to grab the flowers with the driest tone in the universe. "Fabian James Rutter, you tell me what's going on right now!" I demand as I stomp after him in the halls. I quicken my steps to catch up with him. He soon turns into a room and I hurriedly follow. "Fabia-"

Fabian's POV

She rushes over to him, throwing her body over him as if to protect him. "Alfie no! No,no,no! Alfie who did this to you?" She sobs.

"It nearly broke my heart when the hospital called earlier today, I-I just couldn't bring myself to believe it. I couldn't will myself to tell you." I mumble.

Jerome and Mick walk over to Mara and comforted her while I sat the flowers down on the side table.

"How's Willow holding up?" I ask the both of them. Mick responds while rubbing circles on Mara's back and I sit off to the side. Willow was there when I lost my parents. She lost her older brother who was trying to help my parents get away from the mugger. Sadly none of them made it out of the fight.

We both have a defense mechanism for when people get hurt: we go quiet, we loose our spark, then we just think of the worse case scenario and start living like that's reality.

"She doesn't even look like Willow anymore, mate. She looks like the undead."

"Of course she does, in her mind he's already gone." I stood up from where I sat near the door and exited the room. It was too gloomy in there.

I was now seated in the hallway, my head in my hands, and looking down at the ground. A hand rested on my shoulder, and a voice I thought I wouldn't hear for a long while sounded in my head.

"You just gonna sit there and cry, Rutter? Cause if so, I might end up crying myself."

"Trixie, what are you doing here?" I asked while giving her a tight hug.

Patricia and I haven't really talked since the break up a few months ago. "Well you didn't just expect me to leave you lot sobbing around did you?"

"Well I knew you wouldn't leave Alfie hanging." We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes.

"How bad is it?"

"Oh pretty bad," I replied rubbing my eyes. "The Doctor says he having trouble breathing on his own, they're gonna take him into surgery soon."

"Oi, that's tough"

"I haven't even seen Willow yet, but from what I heard, she looks worse of than Alfie." A sketchy looking guy walked past us and after a sudden pang of noise, Patricia was left bawling in pain.

"Ah, that bastard shot me!" she yelled clutching her arm.

"Oh my goodness, HELP! Some one please we need help!" I began running through the halls. I found a security guard and told him about the man, then i sprinted back to Patricia who was now being tended to.

"Are you family?" asked the nurse.

"Um, well-," I was cut off by Trixie's voice as she yelled at the health assistant.

"Yes, he my fiance, just let him come with me!" My eyes grew big.

"Yes, her fiance...well let's go, she bleeding!" I held Patricia's hand reassuringly as we were rushed through the halls.

Who would shoot Patricia? And do they have to do with Alfie's accident?