A/N: Hello guys! I hope to really get the story moving tomorrow, but I couldn't resist throwing in some mamma bear Joan today. Enjoy! Oh and unfortunately I do not own Covert Affairs :(

Ten hours later Auggie had seen two hospital shift changes, twelve men with gunshot wounds, eighteen viruses of unknown origin, and too many stab victims to count go through the emergency room, as well as other survivors of the explosion, some conscious, screaming in pain, and others a deathly quiet. But there was no word from Annie's doctors, no information on what he was really interested. So focused on his thoughts was Auggie that he did not notice that his boss walked in front of him and sat next to him.

"Auggie" Joan murmured after a moment, startling him, "Are you alright?"

"Physically" he answered stolidly.

Joan attempted another tactic, "How is Annie?" She poorly concealed the worry in her voice, trying to .

"I have no idea. She could be dead; for all I know, she likely is" Auggie's eyes filled with moisture, "She went into surgery ten hours ago. Since then there has been nothing but silence."

"Auggie," Joan chastised, "Don't think like that. It's not healthy. Oh course she will be alright, she always is."

Auggie's sharp retort was delayed by the appearance of a doctor in the waiting room. Auggie felt Joan stand and he heard the doctor's footsteps. He approached them, saying, "Mr. Anderson?"

Auggie stood, "yes?"

"Your wife is out of surgery and in her room. If you will follow me I will take you to her."

Auggie obediently held the doctor's elbow, asking, "How is she?"

"She is still in critical condition. Annie lost a lot of blood and suffered severe injuries. We don't know if she will ever regain consciousness." The doctor answered, "But we should no more after a few hours."

"What kind of injuries?" Auggie asked slowly, dreading the answer yet feeling it was of the utmost importance.

"Well," the doctor sounded hesitant, "Nearly every bone in her body is broken, she has a massive concussion and we drained blood from the surface of her hippocampus, and her abdomen was nearly torn apart by the blast and shrapnel. But all of her major internal organs were at least repairable and no more blood has arisen on the surface of her brain thus far, so she has at least a fighting chance of recovery."

"Thank you for your honesty," Auggie responded.

By then they were at Annie's room and the doctor left them alone. Joan gently led Auggie to the chair beside the bed and he sat there. Then she slipped quietly from the room; she could visit later. Auggie gently felt for her small, soft hand on the bed, careful not to disturb the many tubes and wires connecting her to several, very loud, machines. He found it and squeezed it gently.

"Hey baby," Auggie whispered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.