Thanks to The Real TC for helping me!

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Lisa hadn't even recalled Jack being shot. She saw the gun pointed at her and then the pain that blazed through her neck that brought her to the ground. She heard other shots, but the pain was too great to fight for consciousness. Now the doctors had informed her that Jack had been shot twice.
"We will inform you of your husband's condition when it becomes available. That could be a while from now, though. So right now we need to remove this bullet from your neck. Dr. Parker please, prepare some pain medicine," one of the doctors said. Lisa closed her eyes. As good as pain medicine sounded at the moment, she didn't want the loopy after-effects all just to pull a bullet out of the muscle in her neck.
"No. No pain meds. Just pull it out." "Mrs. Bartlett, that would be quite painful. Amazingly, the bullet missed all vital arteries and blood vessels, but got lodged in the muscle on the side of your neck. It has to be extracted," the doctor said. Lisa was becoming aggravated. "So get the dammed thing out! No pain meds; just pull it out." "Miss… Please, at least take half the dose." Lisa was about to lose her temper. "If I do, will you shut up?" The doctor glared at her. "Yes." Lisa snapped her fingers. "Fine. Get it done so I can leave." "You really must hate me," the doctor grumbled. "I hate hospitals. I have spent plenty of time in them. I want to get out of this room. I want to sit with my family and wait to hear that my husband is okay. I don't hate you; I just haven't had any sleep and my husband has been shot and-" Lisa paused, trying to think of what she had been saying. "Pain meds are taking effect," one doctor muttered. "It's a good thing," the other said under his breath. "I can hear the both of you!" Lisa snapped. /\\/\ Amy sat in the waiting room with Lou pacing the floor and Peter comforting baby Marion. Ty sat next to her, staring blankly at the wall. For reasons Amy couldn't figure, Cassie sat with Julie in the corner, even after Lisa had so obviously been short with them. Amy looked up when the doors opened. "Lisa," she said, and stood up along with everyone else.
Lisa looked around the room by turning her entire body so as not to move her neck. "Any news on Jack?" Lou shook her head. "No. What about you?" "J'ai eu une balle dans un muscle de mon cou." Lisa's thoughts and words not only slurred, but were French because of the severe pain in her neck. Cassie looked at Lou. "Did you understand any of that?" "I can't really say," Lou replied, "I have forgotten most of my French" Cassie thought for a moment. "Ah, she must be in a lot of pain. I saw her do this when she got herself pinned against the starting gate and broke three ribs. She refused to go to the doctor until after the last race of the day. She was in such pain that she couldn't focus enough to speak English. She still won two races she was in that day." Lou turned to face Lisa, who had taken a seat next to Amy. She could see tears in Lisa's eyes. She looked over at Amy, who had not said a word since the day of the shooting. "It could have been me," Amy thought to herself. "I could have been the one to get shot." Amy observed the bandage on Lisa's neck. "It should have been me. Lisa told me to leave, and I did. Then she got shot. And Grandpa and-" Amy's silent thoughts were going to make her cry. She saw Lisa quietly wiping away tears.

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Lisa looked at the clock and saw it was only nine am. Only six hours had passed since the shooting that turned her life upside down. She hadn't even spoken to a doctor about Jack. No one would tell her anything.
"I am going to get a coffee," Lisa said, wincing. She walked out the heavy doors and went down the hall. She passed a woman and her three children who were all crying in the hallway. Lisa fought back tears until she just snapped, unable handle it any more. She sunk down against an empty wall and started weeping. It felt better to cry, but the wound in her neck made it hurt. "Lisa?" Julie walked up to her mother. Lisa stood up. "I can't handle this," she said. "I can't. I need Jack. He is all I have left. I can't lose him." Julie looked at her and teared up. "What about me? What about me, mum? You would still have me." Lisa looked at her through her tears. "You called me 'mum'. I haven't been called that since you were little." "Well, that's who you are, isn't it?" Lisa started crying again. "I suppose it is. I guess that means that I am supposed to interrogate your boyfriend." Julie wiped away tears. "I don't have a boyfriend." Lisa pulled her in to a hug. "We will just have to fix that."

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"He has recovered from surgery quite well," Jack's doctor said. "Normally we would have allowed you to see him before now, but there are many complications that come with removing a bullet that close to the heart, so we opted to wait until he was conscious to allow visitors."
Lisa looked at him. "He is awake?" "He woke up five minutes ago," the doctor confirmed, opening the door. "Go on in." Lisa peeked inside. "Hey," she whispered to Jack, sitting down next to him. "We just can't win for losing, can we?" Jack whispered hoarsely. Lisa looked at him and started crying again. Jack picked up her hand and squeezed it. "I think I have cried more in the last twenty-four hours than I ever have in my life." "You have every right to," Jack said. He thought for a moment, then asked the question he knew he shouldn't ask. "Who was it?" Lisa hesitated. "Wes. The cops searched his house and found diagrams, photos; everything. He had been planning this for a long time; probably years. The have him charged with attempted murder, stalking, and a few other things, too."
Jack looked at Lisa who was so tired that she was dozing off in the chair. He smiled at her in relief. They had been lucky; very lucky.