A/N: Now that I'm finally getting the hang of this place…Hey, guys! Thank you soooo much for the feedback - it's awesome. I didn't know this story would be this popular (by my standards anyways). Sorry about the mix-up between Peyton and Claire a few chapters back. I was thinking Claire, typed Peyton…ugh, Mac and his women :P Anyway, it's fix'd. Enjoy!

I just lay on the ground for a moment, trying to put off the burning pain in my shoulder. I had landed on it after flying a good 5 or 6 feet through the air from the shock of the blast. I rolled over, a few small chunks of concrete falling from my back.

"Morgan!" Lindsay yelled. Suddenly she was kneeling beside me, and I saw that she had a big gash in her forehead.

"Lindsay…" I groaned, sitting up. "They're inside. Mac and Don are inside."

"I know, Morgan. The squad is on its way. We need to get you taken care of. There's an ambulance back here. Come on." She hoisted me up with my good arm. Looking down at my left shoulder, I saw blood – lots of it. There was a massive road rash on the top of my shoulder and part of my shoulder blade. I gritted my teeth against the pain.

"Lindsay!" Danny ran up to us, his kit in hand. "Thank God you guys are okay." He kissed Lindsay gently on the cheek and gave me a sort of side-hug, avoiding my left side. "I'm in charge of finding Mac and Don. I'll keep you updated." He took off toward the building, following the bomb squad.

Lindsay sat me down on the back of the ambulance and grabbed some gauze, pressing it to my shoulder. I jumped.

"Don't take care of me," I tried to reason. "You need to get your forehead looked at."

"Morgan, are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm -"

"Not like that."

I suppose my distress was obvious – when Lindsay pressed the gauze to my shoulder, one tear fell from my eye and I put my head in my free hand.

"It's just…I just found Mac, and who knows what's happened to him in there. And then there's Don…"I trailed off, an my hand fell from my head to brush lightly against my lips.

"Don?" Lindsay sat on the back of the ambulance next to me. "What about him?"

"Well," I said, glancing around. Everyone else seemed busy with other things, not listening to our conversation. "I've kind of had this …thing for him and then in there, he kissed me. I don't know why."

Lindsay glanced around as well, probably for the same reason I had. "I'm not going to interfere with any of that, but I think Don's a great guy."

"But what if it was just to get me to leave the building? What if he didn't mean anything -"

"We've found them!" Danny shouted from the doorway to the building. "We've on our way to them!"

I jumped off the ambulance and raced after Danny, grimacing as the gauze that had been stuck to my shoulder ripped away.

"I don't care if you're in here, Morgan, but get that covered up. There's too much dust in here," Danny said, running up the stairs two at a time. I took my jacket off and slung it over my shoulder, tying the sleeves under the opposite armpit. As we were running, I heard a crackling voice coming over Danny's radio: "We've got them."

I started taking the stairs by three for the last flight until we reached the group of firemen.

"Morgan!"

Mac suddenly had me, bringing me in for a tight hug.

"Christ, Morgan, I was so scared you didn't make it," he said into my hair.

"That I didn't make it?" I almost laughed. "Oh, Dad, you have no idea." After a moment, I realized that I had just called him 'Dad' for the first time.

But there was something wrong. "Dad, where's Don?"

Mac went even paler than he was. "We need to get you back out to the EMTs."

"No, where's Don? What happened to him?" I asked, my voice rising with every word.

"Downstairs, Morgan. Now," Mac grunted, nearly lifting me up and steering me to the stair well. Two EMTs ran past us with a stretcher.

"Don!" I yelled, voice panicky. "No, Don!"

"He'll be okay, Morgan." Mac was almost pushing me down the stairs now. "Go."

"But…but Don -"

"He'll be okay, Morgan," Mac repeated.

But somehow I didn't believe him.