She regretted everything that had happened.

She knew that you weren't supposed to regret anything in life, because everything happens for a reason.

She was standing in the waiting room, her arms hugging her body.

Trevor went home to get himself a shirt and was going to stop at Gillian's house to get her some clean clothes.

But she didn't want them. As gross as it seemed to stand there in bloody clothes... it was Cal's blood and she was perfectly fine with standing there in Cal's blood.

Cal was in surgery. He wasn't going to live. They all knew it.

He had sat in the prison for ten minutes with blood pouring out of his body. He was strong. He was a fighter. But not this time. It was too much this time. He wasn't going to make it.

She couldn't sit. When she did she would just get to jumpy and would end up standing again.

It had been three hours since there ten minutes - that felt like days - in the prison.

What if he did make it?

She was done with this jail. Could they have him transferred?

He had done his time, definitely. He should be allowed to just leave. He had gotten hurt too many times.

Nick practically hated himself for this. He was blaming himself for not protecting Cal. Who could have known that that would happen? Who culd have known that JJ had a weapon on him?

Cal didn't know. He thought it was just going to be a fist fight.

JJ cheated. But that didn't matter right now. Would it help? No.

A nurse came out and stared at Gillian with sad eyes, "Is he still alive?"

She stared at her and looked down at her feet, "I"m sorry. No. We lost him."

Gillian stared at her. She didn't believe her. That wasn't possible.

Although they all knew that the chances were slim... it just wasn't possible.

She fell back onto a chair and stared up at the nurse, "Really?"

"I'm sorry. Blood loss. It was too much." She said, her hands folded over her stomach.

Gillian could the tears coming. But more then that. She could feel the hatred for JJ coming. He killed Cal. He killed her best friend! He killed the man that she loved and he wasn't going to get away with that.

She breathed heavily and tightened her jaw, holding the tears in.

Trevor would get there soon.

Was that true?

Was Trevor all she had left?

What a rip off.

Cal was dead. Emily was with Zoe. She had no connection anymore.

Everything was over.

Cal was dead?

That couldn't be possible. It just couldn't.

She might as well die too, because Trevor would never be enough.

With everything that Cal was put through... she never imagined that it would all end.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

The nurse sat down beside Gillian and put her hand on her shoulder, "Should we call someone?"

"His family." Gillian whispered.

The nurse nodded and stood up, "I'm very sorry for your loss."

Gillian pulled her legs up to her chest and laid her face in them, crying.

Trevor walked in and rushed to her side, "What happened?"

"He's..." She cried, "He's... he died." He tears got louder and she opened up, embracing Trevor in a hug, because he was all she had left.

"Cal Lightman has passed away." She could hear the nurse say into the phone.

"No." She cried into Trevor's chest.

Trevor rubbed her back and hushed her. What are you supposed to do when something like this happens?

A/N: it's a short chapter... sorreh. And please read the next chapter because there is more to come ;)