Ed and Spike left the waiting area, Spike immediately sending a group text to Sam, Jules, Leah and Dean that read, "Out of surgery. Not awake. Will send room #."

They followed the doctor down the hallways until he came to a stop outside a room at the end of a long hallway that ended at a window with 2 chairs underneath it. Linden turned to leave, "I'll be by to check on him soon and the nurses are monitoring him from the desk as well as rounding frequently. If you need anything, press the button beside the bed and help will be here right away." Ed reached out to shake the doctors hand, "Thanks, Doc." He said. Dr. Linden turned and left them alone. Ed faced the closed door and looked quickly over to Spike. He didn't say anything before pushing it open leaving Spike outside, as the team leader he had an unspoken right to go first.

Inside the small darkened room, Ed stopped dead at the sight in front of him. The figure on the bed looked nothing like Greg Parker. His leg was elevated, supported at the knee and calf and heavily bandaged while the other sat under the covers. A blanket covered his torso and rose to his chest, which was moving up and down to the rhythm of a machine nearby. Ed could see a small amount of white gauze wrapped around his chest as the V neck of his green hospital gown dipped down. This was also where a number of wires disappeared from a variety of machines, attached somewhere to Greg. His arms were by his sides, one with a monitor on his finger and his other arm contained an IV drip that branched out to an IV pole that hung numerous bags. Ed recognized one as blood even from the door but the others were clear or slightly coloured and he didn't know what Greg was being given.

Greg's face was obscured by the breathing apparatus that kept him exchanging oxygen regularly. His face looked pale and his eyes were closed and still. Ed took a few tentative steps across the room, stopping right at Greg's bedside. He looked down at his friend and sighed. "Hey Greg, hey buddy." Ed whispered, taking in his friend's state. Ed was soon distracted by the numerous LCD screens that displayed a variety numbers and beeped at regular intervals. He didn't think he'd ever seen that many little screens, even when Sophie was having Izzy. He wished he knew what they all meant, the only one he recognized was the heart rate monitor. Ed looked behind him and there was a chair nearby. He pulled it to the bed and sat down, putting his hand on Greg's non-IV'd arm, leaning over the plastic sides of the bed. It was weird to see Greg in short sleeves, even when not on shift Greg tended toward dress shirts. Ed left his hand on his friend's arm and brought his other arm up onto the plastic bedside, leaning on it with his chin. He stared blankly at Greg, feeling sadness wash over him again. He couldn't believe that such a short time ago Greg had done so much. Not only had he diffused the last bomb and solved the mystery of the location, but he was with the team through their tough work as well. He was a great man, and he now was fighting for his life because of one disturbed man. The potential lives that could be lost if Greg didn't survive and if he couldn't do his job were astronomical. Greg saved lives almost every day. What if he had to change? What if he didn't make it? Ed had so many questions and so many worries. He didn't know what to do. He did know one thing, though.

"I'm here for ya, buddy." Ed sniffed while he patted Parker's arm slightly. "We're all here. You gotta keep fighting, okay? You have to keep fighting." Ed watched Parker's chest rise and fall, wishing his eyes would open, the warm brown, assessing eyes that had always been watching over him.

Slowly, Ed got up and headed back for the door. He wanted to stay with Greg, but he knew the others would be waiting to come and see him. For courtesy, he would make sure each member of the team got time alone with their sergeant the first time they saw him like this. After, more of them would hopefully be allowed in to keep their boss company. Initially, though, each team member would react to the shock differently.

Ed paused and looked back at the bed, whispering, "I'll be back, buddy." He put his hand on the cold door handle and pulled it open, leaving the room.