The crutches felt alien under Cal's arms. He didn't like them and wished that he could just walk fine. He wished that he didn't need them. They made him feel weak and vulnerable.

Cal stared at the young woman in front of him. The young woman that he used to be married to. She looked so vulnerable. She had wires all over her body and her face was covered with the ventilator. If she wasn't breathing on her own in two weeks then Cal would have to make the decision if they should let her go or not. He couldn't do that. He held Zoe's hand and fell asleep.

Gillian walked in and stared at him. He was so sad for her. This ruined everything. If she had just died or if it had never happened then everything would be okay, but there are more bombs that will go off. Them being in a hospital was the least safe place to be. Gillian cleared her throat and Cal's eye opened, "What?" He asked.

"There are more bombs that need to be stopped." She whispered.

Cal looked at her and then to Zoe, "Loker was doing just fine."

"Cal this place could be bombed if we don't stop all those bombs!" She said harshly.

He stood up and shook his head, "It is my choice and I am staying here."

First it was the long beeping sound. Then came the stampede of doctors who pushed Gillian and Cal from the room. Cal caught a glimpse of the straight green line on the screen and could hear what the doctors were yelling.

"She doesn't have a pulse!"

"No heartbeat!"

"Back to surgery."

"She's not gonna make it."

Cal watched as Zoe was moved to a gurney and then rolled out of the room and to the OR. It had happened so fast he didn't know what to say or do. Gillian stood next to him. Her warmth was blanketing his body. He looked at her and then walked to the waiting room, "She's gonna die." He whispered.

"You don't know that." Gillian said, joining him on the couch that Emily was sleeping on.

"She is a strong woman, but this was a pretty big bull. She won't make it. This is too much." Cal whispered.

Gillian sighed and said, "We can only pray."

.:.

Loker stared at the screen, "So... Lightman's ex-wife got like... blown to pieces?" He asked Torres.

"No! She is in the hospital." Ria frowned and sat down, "She was in the explosion."

Loker nodded and chewed on the end of his pen, "Is Lightman there?"

"Of course." She said.

"Interesting. Well we need to stop the other bombs." He said.

Gillian stared at him and sighed, "Cal..."

"Dad?" Emily asked, waking up. She put a hand on his arm and lifted herself up, "How is mom?"

He stared at her and brushed her messy hair from her face. He made a small smile and kissed her head, "We aren't sure if she is going to make it love."

Emily looked at the ground and let a silent tear fall. "I don't wait her to..."

"Me neither." Cal whispered.

A doctor walked out and stared at the group of people sitting there, "We are sending her to a different hospital. We do not have the technology to take care of her. We would like you to go home and wait until the bombing are over until you see her again, though. We have been ordered to send all family of patients home."

Cal stood up and slipped the metal crutches under his arm, "Alright." He didn't want to go home. He wanted to be with her, but he was on crutches... he couldn't fight with the doctors. He looked at Emily and Gillian and smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, it wasn't even close, "Let's go."

Emily nodded and walked beside him while Gillian walked behind them. "Cal." She whispered.

He looked to her over his shoulder and said, "What?"

"If she lives... she will have to live with someone-"

"Me." Cal said like he had been thinking about that. Zoe would live with him until she was ready to live alone.

Gillian nodded and got into the car on the passenger side. Emily slipped into the back. It was a quiet ride home. Emily had reached forward to turn the radio on once she saw that nobody was going to talk.

Cal still had immense pain in his leg, but he knew to ignore it. Zoe was miles away in worse pain than could be described. He blamed himself for this, as he should. He didn't make it in time. He should have called her. He wished that he could be in that hospital bed right now.

He planned to just go to his house. Gillian could argue, but he wouldn't care. She was NOT going to be home alone. Not in the middle of all of this.

Gillian looked around and could tell that they were on the way to his house, "Aren't you going to take me home first?'

"No." He said with a shrug.

"Why?"

"I might lose Zoe. I don't want to lose you." It was the truth and he felt weird saying it. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and she looked surprised.

Emily smiled and pulled her legs up to her chest, "You can stay in the guest bedroom."

"No I can't-"

"You won't be any trouble. I already know it."

She sighed, "I don't want to-"

"Intrude? You won't be. You are staying with us. You don't need to be home alone in all of this." He had his mind set and she knew that it was no use in trying to change his mind. He got out of the car and stared up at his house. He had Zoe's blood and his own all over him. He needed to shower. He needed to change his clothes. He needed to eat. He needed to just sit down and watch a movie or something.