Yay another chapter! Hope everyone likes it, and there will be a glossary at the end to explain the medical terms. Enjoy!

Howell held on for dear life as Becker broke every traffic law in the city, and quite possibly the country, as they raced to the hospital. The fact that Becker's knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel he could tell that he would have to be the one to keep his cool, at least until they found Jess. Then he could focus his attention of finding Katie and just holding her tight to reassure him that she hadn't been lost. It was the only thing on his mind since Connor had run into the armory. Becker hit the brakes hard enough to force Howell to brace himself against the dashboard and the two men quickly crashed through the doors to the ER, drawing some odd looks from the people in the waiting room. Becker looked around, panic obvious in his eyes and Howell looked around as well trying to find some sign of the girls. Spotting a nurse's station Howell grabbed Becker's shoulder and started dragging him to it. Halfway there Becker figured out where they were headed and shrugged off Howell's hand. The nearest nurse looked up when they reached the desk and Becker instantly started talking.

"I'm looking for my wife, Jessica Becker," he said, fear obvious in his voice, "She was in a car accident." Howell had never heard so much emotion in Becker's voice and that alone nearly brought him to his knees at the thought of losing someone you loved that much. He recoved as quickly as he could, putting back on the mask of a soldier. The nurse, who had been typing away on her computer, sadly shook her head at the two men.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any patient by that name here. Maybe she was taken to another hospital?" she said. Becker grabbed his head his hands, his face filled with frustration and fear. Howell spoke up for the first time since they'd heard about the accident.

"Try Jessica Parker," he told the nurse and Becker looked at him is surprise. Howell shrugged, doing his best to keep his own anxiety in check. "She's only been Becker for two weeks." Becker nodded and Howell turned back to the nurse. "Can you look for Katie, I mean Kathryn Bennett, too. She was in the same car." The nurse nodded and went back to typing, leaving both men to wait for her to find whatever information she could.

"We don't have a Kathryn, or Katie, Bennett. But Jessica Parker is in trauma 3." The words had barely left her mouth before the men had taken off in the direction the woman had indicated. Howell was having trouble breathing as he thought about Katie. He had no idea if she was fine, where she was, or if she was even still alive. Howell shook his head to erase all the negative thoughts running through his head and focused on helping Becker find Jess. She'll be fine, he told himself, she has to be. He quickly wiped away the tears that had escaped before Becker could see them and grabbed a nearby orderly.

"Trauma 3?" he asked as Becker looked at all the doors in the hallway.

"Second door on the left," he said and they marched towards the door with purpose. Becker faltered and stopped about five feet away from the door, his face going white once again.

"If she's dead I…," Becker trailed off and his face crumpled at the thought.

"I can go in first if you want, but you're the one she'll want to see." Howell said, his own emotions on edge at the thought of losing either Katie or Jess. Becker nodded and took a deep breath, before heading to the door to see his wife. When Becker paused with his hand hovering over the handle, Howell pushed past him and threw the door open, needing to know what had happened either way. He let out a sigh of relief when Jess snapped her head towards the door, and Howell reached back to grab a fist full of Becker's shirt to pull the stunned man into the room. They were silent as Becker and Howell stared at Jess. Her face was a mass of purple bruises and the staff hadn't cleaned away the blood dripping from the large cut across her forehead. It made a gruesome picture that neither man ever wanted to see again.

"Becker?" Jess' quaking voice brought them back to reality. Howell watched as Becker marched over to the bed, with renewed purpose, and buried his face into the side of his wife's neck. Howell knew from the shaking of Becker's shoulders that the man had burst into tears at the sight of his wife, injured, but alive. Jess wrapped her arms around Becker's neck, her eyes already filled with tears.

"I don't know if the baby's okay," Jess' voice was voice quiet and cracking, making it hard for them to hear her. Howell watched as Becker tensed. Howell watched as Becker did his best to comfort Jess, fighting back his own need to question her about Katie.

"Don't think like that until we know for sure," Becker said, still holding his terrified wife in his arms.

"What happened to Katie?" Howell hadn't meant to say it, but he couldn't go without knowing anymore. Jess looked at him and, if it was possible, her eyes filled with even more tears.

"I don't know," she said, "There was so much blood and she wasn't moving." The image of Katie battered, bloody, and slumped over the steering wheel of her car flashed through his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut against it, hoping it would disappear quickly.

"They brought me here before they could get her out," Jess said huddling back against Becker. Howell had more questions, but before he could ask the door to the room opened and a nurse walked in with an ultrasound.

"Alright," she said, "We'll get this hooked up and check on the little one." Howell backed out of the room, not wanting to be with the couple if the worst happened, and walked back towards the nurse's station to ask about Katie again. The nurse looked up at him when he approached and spoke before he could get a word in.

"Kathryn Bennett's being brought in now," she said as she rushed for the ambulance bay. Howell started to follow her only to be brought up short at the sight before him. At least ten people were running alongside a gurney as a medic on top was shouting.

"Lost the pulse on route. She's been in V-fib for seven minutes." He was doing what looked like CPR on the patient lying still on the white sheets.

"I need a crash cart in here," one of the people in a white coat shouted, "and get me an EKG." One of the nearby nurses ran off without another word and Howell could hear a medic off to the side describing the patient's condition to a doctor.

"She was trapped in the car for at least thirty minutes, before we could get her out. She never once regained consciousness. The patient has multiple contusions and lacerations, a fractured femur," Howell felt his heart dropping further and further as he listened to what the medic was saying. He was just hoping he was wrong and the person on the gurney wasn't who he thought it was. A nurse brushed past him, dragging some kind of machine behind her. Howell willed his leaden feet to move towards the room so he could hear the doctors better, but he still couldn't see who was lying on the gurney. He could see the ends of a stethoscope in one doctor's ears as the man listened to the patient's heart.

"I've got muffled heart sounds and distended veins in the neck," he told the people surrounding him. The doctor tore off the stethoscope and slung it around his neck. "Pericardial Tamponade. Put her on high flow O2 and get me a pericardiocentesis kit."

Howell felt his legs give out and he hit the floor hard as the movements of the medical staff revealed his worst nightmare come to life. Katie was lying there, dying, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Just some definitions for some of the medical terms used.

Pericardiocentesis is a procedure that uses a needle to remove fluid from the pericardial sac, the tissue that surrounds the heart.

Cardiac tamponade is compression of the heart that occurs when blood or fluid builds up in the space between the myocardium (heart muscle) and the pericardium (outer covering sac of the heart).

Ventricular fibrillation(VF) is a severely abnormal heart rhythm (arrhythmia) that can be life-threatening. AKA V-fib