Deb mixed the medication into Isaac's bottle, warmed his bottle up and fed him. She then breast fed him. Next she sterilized the bottle. She bread fed Baby Stacy. She breastfed baby Jane. Grayson was on a case. Stacy was over helping out.
Stacy's daughter and son (4.5) were playing in the backyard when the little girl came in.

"Mrs. little Stacy, Isaac and Jane's mom? Can I hold one of the babies?"

Deb laughed and ruffled her hair.

"First off it's Deb," she said, "and of course. Wash your hands and go sit down on the sofa. I'll go get the little one."


Grayson saw that his phone was ringing. He picked it up.

"Hello?"
He paused.

"Kim... slow down I can hardly here you!"
He paused again.

"Of course," he said, "I'll be right there."
He hung up and called Deb.

"Grayson," she smiled, "How nice to hear from you."

"Noa was hit by a car today," he said, "I'm meeting Kim at the hospital."

"WHAT! Oh my GOD! Is he going to be alright?"
Grayson sighed.

"The next 72 hours are critical. He's awake so that's a good sign but he has a ruptured liver and several concussions."

"Oh GOD! Look I'm going to have Stacy watch the kids and I'll meet you down there. I know what Kim is going through."

"Alright," he said, "and I know I say this every time but drive carefully."

"Of course," Deb said.
She hung up.
Stacy agreed to watch the kids.

Deb listened to Chapter 1 of beginners law in the car. She had to do a multiple choice quiz later that day at the school. She got out of the car just as chapter 1 was coming to an end. She ran inside. She saw Kim. Kim was in tears.

"Kim no-"

"He's alive," she said, "But they are going to need to give him a liver transplant."