Chloe

They took Chloe to have the bullet taken out of her shoulder. They gave her a local anaesthetic and took it out while she watched them trying to be brave.

"My father?" she asked. They looked at her confused. "The man who came with me."

"He's in surgery," the doctor answered.

"How bad is it? Please tell me."

"They have to perform brain surgery."

"Will he make it?"

"There is a chance he will."

She nodded swallowing the lump in her throat. Her father was a fighter she knew he'd make it. He just had to. She couldn't lose him now and her siblings were going to be born soon. He had to live to see them.

Rossi soon arrived and went over to her. When he saw her he worried about her arm which was now in a sling. Had she been one of the victims?

Where was her father? Aaron would never have left her on her own in the hospital willingly. Something terrible must have happened.

"I'm sorry we didn't wait for you to join us. Dad needed immediate attention. They won't admit it but I know he's critical. I overheard them say his pulse was weakening. He was shot in the stomach and head," she answered trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Chloe, you know your father will make it. He's a fighter," he answered placing his hand on her good shoulder.

"But what if he doesn't? The twins are due any day now."

"Chloe, he will..."

"It's all my fault," she answered on the verge of tears.

"Chloe, you have nothing to feel guilty about. You saved all of them today. Your father and I are proud of you."

"But..."

"No buts, Chloe."

Her eyes widened as she looked over his shoulder. "Mum," she exclaimed concerned.

He looked behind her and his eyes widened. Standing there was indeed Emily. How did she know? He knew Aaron wouldn't have told her trying to protect her and their twins. How had she found out?