As soon as Shane was able to be moved they rushed him to the nearest hospital with Macy and Beach following behind. Beach wasn't driving as fast as Macy would have liked but speed wasn't his goal, it was safety.

When they arrived, Clay, Jax and Chibs were already there having gotten word of the shooting even before Macy. Seeing them lingering by the emergency entrance, she walked away from Beach and grabbed her father's arm, pulling him into the corner of the entryway.

"What was that?"

Clay looked at her with a sorrowful expression. "That wasn't the plan."

"What was the plan?" She snapped. "I want to know cause if he dies, it's on you and it's on Opie."

"Opie?" Clay asked. He was trying to keep Opie's involvement in the set up a quiet as possible.

"I saw him," she growled. "He was there, watching everything."

"Macy, this wasn't Opie," Clay said quietly.

"Bullshit," she whimpered. "Maybe you didn't know, Dad, but he did this. He wanted to hurt Shane, probably me too." Macy stopped to catch her breath but nothing could force her body to calm in any way. "It's bad, it's really bad," she admitted, breaking down. "Daddy, I don't want him to die."

"Baby," Clay sighed, pulling her into his arms for a hug. "I'm so sorry."

"I know," she mumbled into his shirt.

"Macy?" Tara called her name softly, knowing she was in an incredibly fragile state. "Let's talk."

Macy looked up and nodded. "Is he dead?"

"No," Tara said firmly. "There's a lot to go over, come on," she said, waving for Macy to follow her.

They walked down the corridor to a room that said family consultation on the placard. Those words sent a chill through Macy.

Sitting across from Macy, both women in matching arm chairs, Tara turned off her personal connection to Macy and spoke like a doctor.

"Shane was shot twice in the chest," she said quickly. "One bullet went through his right lung and the other damaged his heart, specifically his right ventricle. He's in surgery now to repair the damage to the heart. If he makes it, when he stabilizes they'll repair his lung next."

Macy swallowed hard, her eyes glazing over, and nodded. "Uh. So, uh, he might not actually make it?"

"There is a chance, a sizable chance, he won't make it out of surgery," Tara said somberly. "I'm sorry, Macy. I'm so sorry."

Emotionless, Macy got up from the chair and forced a smile. "Thanks for the update."

"Are you okay?" She asked, quickly getting to her feet to walk Macy out of the room. Her skin was gray and her eyes were vacant, Tara was concerned for her and the baby.

"No," she scoffed. "Where can I wait?"

"I can set you up in the oncall room," she said. "No one will bother you there."

"Tara," Macy stopped and looked at her with an intense stare. "What do you think? Do you think he'll be okay?"

"Mace," she grimaced, "He's lucky he's survived this long."

Macy nodded. "Okay."

"I'm going to get the room ready for you," she said, seeing Clay approaching. "I'll get you when I'm done."

Clay intercepted his distraught daughter and began to lead her toward Gemma when Opie came into view. He turned sharply but Macy was already pulling away from her father and racing down the hall.

"You selfish asshole," she screamed, slapping him across the face. "How fucking dare you show up here after what you did."

"Macy," he said quietly. "Calm down." Opie grabbed her wrists, being extremely gentle, to keep her from hitting him again. "I didn't do this."

"You couldn't help yourself," Macy sneered. "You ruin everything. Every single thing that makes me happy, everything I want, you fucking destroy it."

"I didn't do this," he snapped at her. "Don't put their blood on me."

"I don't believe you," she said darkly.

"I planted the fucking drugs, alright, they pulled the car over but that asshole didn't want to go back inside. I don't give a shit about Shane but Trammel is dead and I gotta live with that. I tried to help and I'm sorry you're hurting but this isn't about you and me."

"I hate you," she spat. "I don't know why I ever loved you the way I did." Macy turned and hurried off back to her mother. Gemma didn't say anything about the argument, she just gave Opie a sympathetic look over Macy's shoulder.

—

Waking up with a jolt the next morning, Macy thought just maybe that the shooting was a dream. Seeing she was still in the on call room proved that it was very real. Hurrying out of the room, Macy grabbed the first hospital employee she saw.

"I don't know but I can take you to someone who does," she said with a kind smile. "Come with me."

The nurse led her to Tara's office. The door was locked, Tara had fallen asleep on the loveseat, but a sharp knock roused her.

"Dr. Knowles, I have Macy Morrow here," the nurse announced.

"Yes," Tara said, slightly rushed, as she opened the door. "Come in, Macy."

Sitting next to each other on the loveseat, Tara and Macy hugged before even speaking.

"He's doing well," Tara said as they separated, "Considering what happened."

"Thank God," Macy whimpered. "Surgery went well?"

"It did," Tara smiled a little. "Last I heard they were taking him in again to repair the lung, that should be pretty routine."

"Considering?" Macy asked with a sad smirk.

"Yes, considering," Tara nodded. "He's not out of the woods yet but he's near the tree line, Mace. He's goddamn lucky," she admitted, "But I didn't tell you that."

Macy nodded. "I appreciate this, Tara. Thank you."

"I can't imagine," she shook her head. "Different sides of the law but very similar risks," she said. "Speaking of Jax, he was asking about you."

"I wasn't really uhh, with it, last night."

"Not at all, not that anyone expected you to be," Tara sighed. "He said that Opie didn't plan this, that the shooter acted on his own."

"I believe that Jax believes Opie but I don't believe Opie."

"I would probably think the same thing," Tara told her. "Again, I didn't tell you that."

Macy forced a smile. "I won't say anything. Can I see him now? I can't pretend I'm okay just sitting here talking," Macy admitted.

"Of course," Tara huffed, shaking her head. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Macy said as Tara grabbed her hand.

They made their way to the ICU, which surprised Macy despite it making complete sense. Somewhere in her mind the severity didn't fully sink in until she saw those three letters, and the state Shane was in.

"Oh my god," she gasped as they entered the room.

"I know," she pursed her lips. "It's hard to see."

"The bruising, it's from surgery and the medics, right?"

Tara nodded. "Yeah. Saving someone's life is sometimes surprising violent."

Macy swallowed hard and nodded. "I never uh, had a call like this," she said in a whisper. "I've never seen," she choked on her words.

"Shh," Tara said softly. "Sit. Talk to him. The ventilator will be out tomorrow if all goes well."

"Do you know if they found the guy?" Macy asked as Tara moved toward the door.

"Not yet," Tara told her. "They're looking, appealing to the neighborhood and such. They're hopeful."

Macy just nodded.

"If you need anything, food, water, whatever, let the nurses know."

Once the door shut behind Tara, Macy broke down into a fit of sobs, her chest aching as she cried at Shane's bedside.

—

"What the fuck happened?" Clay bellowed inches from Opie's face. "How did this get so fucked up?"

"I don't know," Opie said defensively. "Asshole just flipped, shot them and ran."

"You sure that's what happened?" Clay snarled.

Opie hung his head. "I hate him. I ain't sad he's laid up but I didn't do shit. I wouldn't do that to Macy and I wouldn't fuck up a club job."

Clay felt a weight lift from him, he crashed back into his chair with his head in his hand. "They don't know if he's gonna make it."

"Is Mace okay?"

"What do you think?" Clay snapped, looking up at Opie with an annoyed expression.

"Probably not great," Opie mumbled.

"Yeah, not great," he huffed. "And she's convinced this is on you."

"I feel bad enough for Trammel," Opie said mournfully. "I don't need her laying this shit on me."

"She's got nowhere else to lay it," Clay snarled.

Opie nodded. "Can I?" He asked gesturing to the door.

Clay dismissed him, not thinking he'd be heading to Saint Thomas, but that was exactly where he was off to. He didn't enter the hospital, he chain smoked for almost half an hour before he could get in touch with Tara.

"I don't think this is a very good idea," she said quietly as the two rode the elevator together.

"I'm full of bad ideas lately," he grumbled. "I won't tell her you brought me up."

"Please don't," Tara sighed. "Jax said you're feeling this."

Opie nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper as the doors opened. "Second to last door on the left."

The elevator doors shut again and Opie dragged his feet down to Shane's room. He knocked and immediately Macy called out for whoever it was to enter. The door was barely open when she lashed out.

"Come to see the damage? Your handy work?" She snarled.

Opie shook his head. "Jax and the guys are out looking for the shooter but something tells me you don't want the club to find him first."

"No, I don't," she snapped. "You've all done enough, we should let the professionals bring in the cop killer."

"Yeah, well, I can help you do that but I need you to promise, Macy, that you won't tell anyone I was here."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she nodded slowly. "Sure. What do you know?"

"Here," he handed her a small folded scrap of paper. "Name, make and model of the car, and the last three of the plate number."

Macy drew her head back. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Just don't tell anyone, not even Jax or your dad, especially not your dad."

"Thank you," she whimpered.

Opie nodded, a deep frown on his face as he finally looked at Shane. "Doing better?"

"So far," her voice was weak. "He's going in for another surgery in a few hours."

"I'm sorry, Mace, I tried to help him, I didn't know what to do," he admitted with tears in his eyes. "I grabbed the radio, told them there were two cops down and I ran."

"Okay."

"Alright. I guess I'll see you around," he shrugged.

Opie saw himself out and Macy finally looked at the paper. The information was there and she didn't even care that she didn't have a story to explain how she got it. Macy called Shane's commanding officer as quickly as she could dial the number.

"I'm on my way in now to visit," he said as a greeting when he answered the call.

"I know who it was," she said ominously, "I have a name. You should get down here. Now."