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Four more chapters in five days. Doesn't get much better than that. Enjoy.

Elizabeth woke up in the middle of the night having a bad pain in her stomach. She carefully got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

"Maybe it's just latent pain from the wound," she thought aloud to herself.

The stitches were still in place and other than that everything was fine. Except for the pain. Maybe it was from when Will dropped her to the floor. But hadn't she landed on her back? Deciding at the last minute, she went over to Will and woke him up.

"What's the matter?" he asked groggily.

"Do you think you can take me to the emergency room? I'm having a little pain in my stomach and..."

"Say no more," Will said getting up.

He quickly threw on a shirt and jeans and before she knew it they were in the car and on their way.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" the doctor asked as he checked her vitals.

"Only about an hour now," she said. Will stood in the corner with his arms crossed waiting for a response.

"Well Miss, it seems to be nothing more than stress. Take a few days off and if you feel anything else then come back. Alright?"

"Yes sir thanks."

The Doctor nodded once to Will and left the room.

"Please, don't say I told you so," she said to Will.

"Okay, but it is true. You went back too early."

They left the room and went back to the car. Elizabeth fell asleep on the way so for the third time in their relationship Will had to carry her to bed.

He kissed her on the forehead but instead of climbing in next to her, he went into the living room and turned on the television.

About twenty minutes later, he ended up falling asleep on the couch.

"Make sure everything is locked when I leave, alright. My gun is in my sock drawer," Will said.

"Will, it's going to be fine. I'll just work on my novel and then maybe check for a movie on TV. Just go to work and tell them I should be back in a few days or so."

Will stood at the door and still seemed unsure of whether or not to go.

"William," she said putting her hand on her waist.

"I'm going, I'm going. See you later, I'll bring back food."

Elizabeth waved to him from the door and quickly closed it once he was gone. She walked to the room that held her laptop and booted it up. The novel was almost finished, it just needed about five more chapters.

There was suddenly a knock on the door.

Elizabeth jumped to her feet but didn't go over to answer it. The knocking continued and she was still frozen in place for another minute before walking forward.

She picked up her shoe and looked out the peephole. A man was standing there. He seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite place him.

"Who's there?" she asked through the door.

"Bill Turner," the man said.

"Bill," she muttered as she opened the door. The two of them just stared at each other for a few minutes until Elizabeth came back to her senses.

"Please, come in," she said stepping aside.

Bill smiled at her as he stepped forward.

"How did you know where...?"

"Jack told me. You must be Elizabeth," he said extending his hand.

She shook it and walked forward.

"Are you feeling better? I heard about what happened and that's a terrible ordeal."

"I'm having a bit of a relapse actually. I'm sorry your son isn't here but he had to go into the restaurant tonight. He should be back in a few hours though. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Water should be fine," he said.

"Please, take a seat." Elizabeth walked into the kitchen and filled a glass for him. He thanked her and took it, drinking it all at once. "So Mr. Turner..."

"Please, call me Bill."

"Right, sorry. What're you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted to check in on my son to see how he was holding up but since he's not here then I guess I'll have to hear it from you. How's it going?"

"Fine. You know except for the whole injury thing. Unfortunately we're no closer to catching the guy but he'll be found eventually."

"Yeah, Jack filled me in. It's an amazement you're still alive you know."

"That's because I was found so soon after it happened."

"Not many can survive a wound like that without being permanently scared."

"It'll take a little time but I'll make it. Your son made it."

At the mention of Will, Bill's head turned back to hers. "How do you know about that?"

"He told me."

Bill seemed nothing short of amazed. "Will doesn't tell people a lot of things. He must really trust you."

"I hope so."

There was a moment of silence as Bill got her to look him right in the eye. "You care about him don't you?"

"With all my heart," she said with a smile.

"That's good; very good. Will needs more people like you in his life nowadays."

"You seem a lot like him," she said.

Bill suddenly began to laugh. "A little maybe. The boy takes after his mother more. That's where he got his compassion to love, trust and brains. Me, he only got the Turner name. I didn't come into his life until he was at least six or seven."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked motioning to the chair so he could sit down.

"Well, I used to be in the Navy and just before I left me and his mother had one last night, if you know what I mean. I got letters from them though. I knew I had a little boy but I didn't actually get to see him for a few years. By then he was practically already a little man. Then when his Mother passed away we only had each other to rely on."

"So true. When my own Mother died I got much closer to my father. I still miss her sometimes though."

"It takes awhile for pain like that to go away, but it will," Bill said placing a hand on her arm.

Elizabeth sniffled before smiling "Since we've got a bit of time before your son comes home, would you like to see if there's a movie on or something?"

"I'd be delighted," Bill said with a grin and a wink.