Mark's girlfriend started to scream at the top of her lungs. Had she not been hurting so badly, she would have slapped her and told her to shut up. Vicki holding her side with one hand, feeling her shirt start to soak through with warm fluid. She gingerly lifted her shirt. She had a four to five inch gash in her side that was oozing blood rather quickly. Henry was at her side, his face in a worried frown.

"Vicki, why didn't you say something? We have to get you out of here," Henry touched her side, she hissed in pain. Henry picked her up. Henry knew the seriousness of her pain when she didn't protest his help. Vicki lay her head on Henry's shoulder, her arm draped around his neck. Mike glanced over and saw the situation.

"Dammit!!" Mike was backing the group away, trying to protect them as much as he could. He knew it was useless to try to shoot them. There were far too many of babies and not nearly enough rounds.

"Henry! Get her out of here," Mike barked at him. Clark, Kate and Mike were doing their best to back everyone out slowly. Clark even tried throwing out his magic, Kate added hers but nothing stopped them. They could see something coming the from the entrance of the tunnel. Henry was backing away very slowly too. He knew that if he ran, they might rush them.

"MOVE!!"

Clark turned to see Coreen at the entrance.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" Coreen yelled again. They all scrambled back, the creatures rushing them just as Henry had suspected. As soon as everyone was safely out, Coreen fired up the flamethrower and began spraying them back and forth, lighting up their little deformed asses. They screeched, rolled and went up in flames. Some tried running away, others tried attacking but Coreen kept spraying them, screaming loudly as she did. She walked toward them getting each one as it tried to run away. She wasn't taking any chances. The fire licked at the walls, smoke billowed around her. Clark was by her side to make sure she wasn't randomly attacked. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were all dead. Burnt carcasses littered the sewer, an acrid smell lingered in the air. Coreen stood there, her flamethrower by her side dripping fuel. She was breathing heavily from the adrenline rush. Clark took the flamethrower from her.

"Take that you little fuckers," Coreen said. She was out of breath and panting. She spun around grabbed Clark by the face and planted a huge kiss on his mouth. Mike, Kate and the others were just outside the entrance to the sewer. Clark and Coreen ran out to join them. Clark never heard Coreen curse, she was beyond pissed.

"Where's Vicki?" Coreen said looking around.

"Henry took her to the hospital, she was hurt." Mike told her. Coreen didn't need to tell Clark to move it, he was already on it.

"Hey Coreen.." Mike called out.

"Yeah?"

"Fantastic job..thanks!" he smiled. Coreen nodded and smiled back.

"Anytime Mike," She told him, "just hopefully not anytime soon."

"Henry," Vicki said weakly, "I don't feel good. I'm dizzy." Henry offered her his wrist as he drove thinking that maybe by feeding from him, it would replenish her blood. She couldn't extend her fangs like Henry. Henry bit down and opened his wrist for her. He pressed his wrist against her mouth to drink. She had never drank from him unless she was pregnant and hungered for it or during lovemaking and then, it was only very little. He had no idea if it would help at all. He listened intently trying to here the baby's hearbeat. He couldn't distinguish between Vicki's rapid pulse and the baby's. She barely drank from him then turned away.

"Henry..I'm sleepy.." she whispered.

"Vicki! Vicki don't go to sleep!" He floored the car racing as fast as he could to the hospital. Although Vicki was immortal, she could still die of the simplest things, such as blood loss.

Henry knew Vicki was bleeding to death. A tear slipped down his cheek at the thought of not only losing Vicki but his unborn child as well...

Coreen and Clark made it to the hospital in record time.

"Is Vicki Fitzroy here?" Coreen asked the nurse at the desk.

"Ma'am..we aren't allowed to give out that kind of..." Coreen reached over the counter, grabbed the girl by the collar and gritted her teeth. Coreen was beginning to growl deep in her throat.

"LOOK, I know you're just doing your job, but she's my family..where IS she?" The poor girl was choking. Clark was doing his best to peel Coreen off of her. Clark had his hands around Coreen's trying to pry her fingers open.

"I'm sorry, " he apologized, "she's just a little emotional. I think it might be in your best interest to tell us where she is." Clark finally got Coreen's hands off of her nurse's clothing but was still having to hold her back, her arms flailing at the woman. The poor nurse was coughing, rubbing her neck and trying to catch her breath.

"She's down the hall.." she rasped out and pointed.

Coreen's personality changed in a flash. She smoothed her hair and clothing, said a polite thank you and nearly ran down the hall. Clark shrugged, smile sheepishly and followed her. The nurse watched them leave, she was still in shock.

"Henry?" Coreen knocked on the door she had pointed to. Henry opened it and let them in. Vicki was in a bed sound asleep. She was pale but alive. There was a blood bag hanging on the pole, an iv bag as well.

"How is she?" Coreen said as she moved her hair from her face and took her hand.

"She's fine," Henry sighed.

"What happened?" Coreen asked.

"When she was thrown, there must have been something sharp enough to put a gash in her side. She, of course, didn't say anything but the blood loss got to her. She wouldn't have bled out so quickly if she hadn't been pregnant but she was losing blood the baby needed too," Henry sounded very distraught. Coreen was afraid to ask.

"Is...is he okay?" She finally said.

"Miraculously, yes. They sewed her up and this is her second bag of blood," Henry told them. "She'll heal quickly now that she's being replenished."

"That is amazing," Coreen said softly.

"She is amazing. Her stubborness is always saving her. I like to think it's always us, " Henry smiled and shook his head, "but I think it's her stubborness that does it." Coreen couldn't argue with that.

"But you, my dear Coreen, you and that flamethrower.." Henry shook his head.

"Yeah well, Clark kept telling me to get rid of it but I just couldn't seem to part with it." She said with a laugh. Vicki was stirring.

"Vicki?" Coreen stood up to get closer to her.

"Coreen?" Vicki said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I"m here," Coreen was crying now.

"Stop crying dammit." Still Vicki, even in near death experiences.

"I'm glad you're okay," Coreen sniffed, "and the baby too." Vicki nodded, sliding her hand down to her stomach. She hadn't told Henry that she had felt him move earlier in the day. Even though she was still early, Vicki could feel fluttering. She would save that news for when they were alone.

"Thanks Coreen." Vicki said.

"For what?"

"For not throwing that damn flamethrower away..that's been your best investment yet." Vicki told her.

"See, it's a good thing I don't always listen to you huh.." Coreen told Vicki.

"Yes it is," Vicki said softly. Satisfied that Vicki would be okay, Coreen and Clark decided to leave.

"Henry, thanks for bringing him back," Coreen said as she gave Henry a tight hug. She pecked Vicki on the forehead making her frown. Coreen laughed at Vicki's response, took Clark's hand and left. Clark told them thank you as he left.

Vicki closed her eyes for a moment then opened them when she felt Henry sit on the bed. He picked her hand up, kissed it lightly then placed it over his heart.

"Don't get all mushy Henry, I'm fine," Vicki sighed. Vicki knew she might cry if he said something romantic, her hormones were raging and she had been frightened when she realized how injured she truly was. She would never admit that to anyone, not even herself.

"Sorry, you're in no position to make demands are you?" He teased. He leaned over her putting one hand on each side of her. Vicki looked up into serious eyes.

"Vicki, no matter what happens, nothing will every frighten me enough to not be there for you," he said softly.

"I know Henry, I know," she sighed as a single tear trickled down her cheek. Henry kissed it away then kissed her softly on her full lips.

"When do I get to leave?" Vicki asked him as he pulled back.

Henry shook his head laughing at her impatience.

"Tomorrow, not before then." Vicki opened her mouth to protest, Henry put his finger over it.

"No arguements. You still have to rest and get this last bag of blood in you," Henry lifted her gown to look at her wound.

"Hmm..you are already healing," he said putting her gown back down, brushing her skin with his hand as he did. Vicki eyed him suggestively. She was getting her second wind.

"How long to I have to wait for Henrytime?" Vicki whispered in a very seductive voice.

"Vicki, you almost died, the baby.." he started.

"But I didn't and I'm feeling better already..all this extra blood in my body, I'm just getting so warm all over," she fanned herself with her hands.

Henry growled, tomorrow couldn't get here fast enough...