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Erin

"You're sure this is safe right?" I ask Dr. Sawyer for what feels like the ten thousandth time, my hand clutched in Jay's as he lays in the hospital bed prepped for surgery. "I mean he was shot not that long ago,"

"Babe," Jay interrupts.

"Three times," I continue, my tone strong, "He was shot three times,"

"It shouldn't be a problem," He answers me confidently. "Your records are telling me that the bullets hit in the upper torso, two in the arm and one in the upper chest, is that correct?"

"Yes," Jay tells him as I continue to hold on his hand.

"Well the scar tissue from those traumas are in a completely different location on the body, so you should be alright. We'll monitor your vitals closely and we'll intervene if things start to go south, but we should be alright," He assures us.

"But you're confident that it should go well?" I check once again. I swear I'm more nervous than he is. My heart has been racing since this morning. Last night was pure joy. There were a lot of tears all around, last night was centered around the fact that we knew Cal was going to be okay. But today, even though I know he's doing this to save my nephew, I'm still completely terrified.

"Babe," Jay interrupts as he grabs my hand. "It's going to be fine,"

"I know," I say as I run my hand over the back of his palm, the IV creating an unwanted bump. "I'm just nervous,"

"I know you are," He says as he looks up at me with a smile, "But I'm going to be fine,"

"It's a simple surgery Ms. Lindsay. My team and I have done it a hundred times, it's going to be fine," He assures us. Well, mostly me.

"I want updates," I demand, "Every half hour,"

"Erin seriously?" Jay responds.

"Seriously," I tell him, not an ounce of sarcasm on my face.

"That can be arranged, someone will come to the waiting room every half hour to update you," He promises me.

"Thank you," I tell him gratefully, my auburn locks shifting over the tops of my shoulders.

"Okay then, we have to take him up to the OR now, so this is where we leave you," Dr. Beckner tells me, my heart dropping. I want to be there, every second of the operation, watching, making sure that nothing goes wrong. It's not like I would be able to do anything, but I don't want to let go.

"I love you," I say, a lump quickly forming in my throat.

"I love you too," He responds. "I'll see you on the other side okay,"

"Okay," I respond, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. "If you see that white light, run the other direction,"

"I promise," He says as the nurses gear up to the prepare the bed for transport. "I won't let it go anywhere near me,"

"Good," I say, "Thank you," I don't have to say anything else, he knows. He knows what I mean and he knows how much this means to me. But what he doesn't know is that I will be thanking him for this for the rest of my life.

"You're my girl," He responds simply before they roll him out of the room, quickly leaving my view and leaving me alone in the room once and for all. I swallow my tears, knowing that it won't help anything. It's out of my hands now.

"Hey," I say as I walk into the waiting room, Emily and Ben both sitting there anxiously, Emily's hand clutched together in her lap and Ben's shoved into his pocket again. Somehow, even in the midst of all this insanity, she still looks put together. I don't know how she does it.

"Hey," Emily responds with a solemn smile. I know that they're both going to try to keep a strong front, but there are both freaking out inside. I know I am.

"How long ago did they take him back?" I ask.

"About half an hour ago, they wanted to have him prepped in the OR before they opened Jay up," Ben explains. "Just to minimize the time that the kidney has to be outside the body,"

"Of course," I respond, "How are you doing?"

"As well as we can be right?" Emily responds.

"Yeah," I say halfheartedly, "How was he doing this morning?" Today as Jay was admitted to the hospital, I always had that inkling of a feeling that I had to go see Callum, just check in on him. But I knew in the back of my head that that's not where I was needed. Jay would have been alone.

Will wanted to be here, but he was on a trip to San Francisco with Natalie and Owen and while they insisted on flying home for the surgery, Jay was adamantly against it. I would have loved to have them here with me now, but I know that they get barely any vacation time and when they do it's almost never that the hospital allows them to go on vacation at the same time.

"His vitals were stable," Emily tells me, "Dr. Collins put him on dialysis last night, but I'm just excited to see him open his eyes, hug him and tell him how much I love him,"

"I understand you on that," I say as I plop down beside her with a sigh. "I am so scared that something is going to go wrong in there,"

"Hey, don't think like that," Ben tells me, looking over from where he sits beyond Emily. "Dr. Sawyer and Dr. Collins know exactly what they're doing, nothing is going to go wrong,"

"I know that, in my head anyway," I start.

"But your heart is going crazy." Emily fills in for me.

"Yeah," I respond.

"Well, we just have to keep the faith right?" Emily responds. That's all we can do. Keep the faith.

The three of us stand up quickly, shooting from those seats like comets as we see Dr. Sawyer come in from the double doors, his scrub cap still on his head.

"How'd it go?" I ask. Since the last half hour update, nothing had gone wrong, but I wasn't holding my breath.

"As good as it could have gone," He tells us with a smile. "He's in the ICU now and he should be waking up from the anesthesia within the next couple of hours,"

"Oh thank God," I say as I sink back into my chair, the weight falling off my chest and an unbelievable sense of relief falling over my entire body.

"Have you heard anything about Callum?" Ben asks nervously, his hand now held tightly in Emily's.

"Last I heard, everything was looking good," He responds, "I can ask Dr. Collins to send out an intern with an update if you'd like,"

"That'd be great thank you," Emily responds gratefully.

"Ms. Lindsay do you want to go back and see him?" Dr. Sawyer asks me. I look back at Ben and Emily, not wanting to leave them but wanting so bad to be by Jay's side.

"Go, I'll call you when Cal comes out,"

"He's going to be fine," I say, grabbing Emily's hand.

"I know, and it's all thanks to Jay," She tells me, those blue eyes wide, "go see him, we'll be fine,"

"Thank you," I tell both of them, grabbing my jacket from the chair and quickly following Dr. Sawyer through the hallways, the smell of antiseptic strong and the florescent lights shining bright down on us.

I feel a smile spread across my face as Jay's frame comes into view, most of it hidden under a hospital bed sheet, but there.

It's so much better than last time. There's no cuts or bruising on his face. There's no tube down his throat. He looks peaceful.

"I'm sorry I was a little crazy," I tell Dr. Sawyer as I turn towards him in the doorway.

"Don't even worry about that," He assures me. "It's kind of nice actually, you care, maybe a little too much, but nonetheless."

"Well I appreciate that,"I tell him thankfully. "It's uh not usually seen that way,"

"I'm going to leave you to your own devices now, if anything happens just press the call button and a nurse will be here and they page either myself, Dr. Collins, or my resident Dr. Gold."

"Thank you," I say as I awkwardly sit down in the chair next to Jay's bedside.

"Have someone page me when he wakes up," He tells me as he walks out.

"Will do Dr. Sawyer," I assure him. And now we wait.

Every passing minute feels like an hour. I know he's going to wake up, nothing went wrong and it would take a once in a million chance for him not to wake up. But there is still that chance, and it's lingering in the back of my head.

But then there's Callum. I still haven't heard anything about him either. Double the love, double the stress and double the worry.

I've been sitting here for almost an hour, just watching as his chest falls up and down with the rhythm of the machines behind him. It's killing me, just sitting here waiting for those blue eyes to open, for a word to fall out of his mouth, something. But I'm waiting just waiting.

"Marry me Erin," He says, his voice groggy and eyes not open yet.

"What?" I say leaning forward and looking for any kind of movement, my breath caught in my chest. I can feel the kink in my neck, I've been sitting in the same position for almost three hours.

"Marry me," He says again, his eyes opening slightly as he peers over at me, a sliver of blue shining through.

"We'll talk when you're coherent okay?" I say, brushing it off. He's on such a cocktail of drugs right now and he can't possibly know what he's saying. Besides, it's only been a few months, moving in was fast but he can't possibly be thinking about this.

"I love you," He tells me, his words strung out as he looks up at me.

"I love you too," I say, running my hand over his wrist, "now get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up okay?"

"Okay," He responds quickly falling back into his slumber. I quickly call a nurse into his room and let her know to page Dr. Sawyer. After his quick check in, with my anxiety basically evaporated, I decide to jump floors to check on Callum and see how he's doing. popped in about an hour ago to tell me that the surgery went well, but I don't think I'll fully believe it until I can lay my eyes on him.

"Hey," I say as I knock on the sliding glass door of Callum's room in the PICU. I can already see the life coming back into him, his cheeks returning to that rosey pink I missed so much. "How's he doing?"

"Everything went well, we're just waiting for him to wake up and hoping that he doesn't reject the kidney. How's Jay?"

"He's good, woke up a little while ago. He mumbled a few incomprehensible things, you know he's on quite a cocktail, but then he fell right back asleep, but he's good," I assure her.

"Can you shoot us a text when he's up? And you know coherent, we just want to thank him again,"

"You really don't have to do that," I tell her. "That's just who he is and he doesn't want any type of recognition,"

"I know, he's kind of amazing that way, but I will still be thanking him until the day I die," She tells me with grateful eyes.

"I know, so will I,"

"Erin?" Jay says, his voice scratchy and thick with sleep.

"Hey," I say, leaning forward as I grab his hand. "Coming off that high stoner boy?"

"Haha very funny," He says as he looks up at me with a smile. "How's Callum doing?"

"Good, good, surgery went well and he's in the PICU right now. He woke up for a little while, but he fell back asleep. But his vitals are good and the chance of rejection is falling by the hour," I tell him with a smile.

"Good I'm glad," He says as he sits up, wincing in pain. I know that Jay isn't the kind of guy who lets anyone know that he's in pain, so he must be hurting bad.

"Do you want me to page the nurse? I can get them to up your IV,"

"No I'm okay, just have to avoid any sharp movements. I should be fine," He tells me, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand.

"Alright, you promise you'll let me know if it hurts?" I ask him.

"I promise," He assures me.

"No you won't," I say with a bit of a chuckle.

"Yeah," He says with a stifled laugh, "you're right,"

"Don't hurt yourself okay? I don't want to have to bring you back in here because you ripped your stitches. I've been spending way too much time sitting next to you why you lie in a hospital bed,"

"Well babe, I don't think it'd be a bed. Probably more of an exam table," He teases.

"Shut up," I respond with a breathy laugh, whacking him lightly on the shoulder, careful not to hurt him.

"So have you thought about my question from earlier at all?" He asks. What the hell is he talking about.

"What question?" I ask.

"Uh the marriage one," He tells me, looking confused. That one single word sends shock waves through my body.

"What?" I respond. I didn't think he was serious. Hell I didn't even think he remembered that. I was almost one hundred percent sure that that was the result of his drugged up ramblings.

"You didn't think I would remember," He says softly.

"No," I admit.

"So I guess that's a no," He responds, biting down on his bottom lip.

"It's not a no," I assure him quickly, "It's just it's so fast, we've been back together like three months,"

"I know, but there's six years of lost time to make up for," He tells me. "Erin I've wanted to marry you for the last ten years and I don't want to wait anymore," He's right. I walked away from the altar for him. I've been waiting for him. Why should I wait anymore?

"Neither do I," I tell him. I can see it all now.

"So yes?" He asks with a unsure smile.

"Yes, I'll marry you." I tell him, pressing a kiss to those perfect lips of his.

"I've been waiting to hear those words for six years," He tells me with a smile. "Ring's waiting at home in the back of my sock drawer,"

"Could you get anymore cliche?" I tease.

"Hey, I just donated a kidney. Cut a guy some slack," He jokes.

"I think I can do that, just uh promise one thing,"

"What would that be you beautiful girl?"

"Let's not do this again," I say with a smile.

"Do what?" He asks, those blue eyes sparkling.

"Hang out in hospital rooms," I say with a bit of a chuckle/

"I think I can do that,"

"Then we'll be just fine,"

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