It has come to my attention that I have accidentally made Carson younger and younger as the story went on. I apologize for that. Just for clarity, he is four years old.

Thank you to whoever pointed it out to me.

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He sat in the basement with Carson. Maggie had gone about ten minutes earlier to get Whitney, but would return within the next twenty minutes or so. He was looking out the window as Carson had his afternoon nap. He was thinking about their times in college and the past couple of weeks. Lying back, he looked up at the ceiling trying to block the thoughts from his mind to keep from any further breakdown or pain. He kept Carson close. Before her knew in, Carson had woken up for a brief second and fell back asleep using Alex's arm as a pillow. Footsteps echoed down the hall and Maggie soon appeared with Whitney in tow. Her hair was now in a messy bun, but she still wore her 'court clothes' since she didn't want to be gone long enough to pick up Whitney and return home for clothes.

"Any word?" She whispered.

"No." He said back in hushed tones.

She leaned back against the wall with a sigh. Whitney was playing with some needless syringes that she had found on the floor still in packages, so neither Maggie nor Alex stopped her.

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"Now!" Richard yelled. "We need to get her out now."

"We are Dr. Webber, but as you know…"

"I don't care what I do or don't know. Get my daughter out of there." He yelled.

"We're trying. Let us do our job."

"Then let me do mine. My job is to protect her. Now, get her out of there now."

The hazmat guy walked away muttered some words to another guy before walking back over.

"We can get her out." He said. "They have a hazmat tent ready to decontaminate her."

"Just hurry." He sighed. "She doesn't have much time."

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He sat in the basement with Maggie, Carson, and Whitney. Carson had woken up and was now playing on the floor with Alex's stethoscope with Whitney. Maggie was laying back on the gurney with her knees up in the air and her eyes focused on the ceiling. Alex sat against the wall watching his son play.

"Why don't you guys play up here?" He said. Both kids stood up and Alex lifted them up. Maggie sat up and looked at Whitney.

"Let's go to the bathroom, Whitney." She said standing up. "We'll be back."

He nodded. Carson climbed up and sat beside his father. Alex put his arm around his shoulders.

"This is where you yell." He said tapping his finger on the part of the stethoscope that you put to someone's heart.

"Sort of." Alex said taking the stethoscope. "You put this on someone's heart." He put the ear buds in his ears. "See." He said pressing the stethoscope to his chest.

"I wanna hear." He said reaching for it.

Alex put the ear buds in his ears and held it to his chest. "Hear it?" Carson nodded. "That's your heart."

"I'm gonna be a doctor just like Mama and Dada." He said cheerfully.

"You are?" He asked.

"Yep." He smiled brightly.

"You'll be great."

"What's going on here?" A voice came causing Alex to look away from his son to see his friends.

"Why are you with Meredith's kid?" Izzie asked.

"Alex?" Maggie's voice came. He looked at her. "We have to go."