A big Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and review this story. Hearing your thoughts has been wonderful, and I'm glad so many people are enjoying this.

Things are going to be tense for a little bit, but rest assured, happier times are ahead. Sometimes, life happens.

I hope you enjoy, please leave a review :)

Bekah-Thank you for never giving up on me.


Jesse could feel himself being watched. Sure enough when he opened his eyes, he found Alex's piercing blue eyes staring back at him.

"Hi Daddy." Alex whispered.

"Hi baby." Jesse replied groggily as he yawned and stretched. He looked over to see Beca still fast asleep. Her hair covered her face, and her chest rose and fell in a perfect pattern. He swore he could spend all day watching her sleep.

Alex placed her hands on Jesse's chin and rubbed over the growing stubble. "Daddy, you need to shave."

Jesse laughed. "Thank you for the reminder. What do you say you come with me while I shave and we let Mommy sleep in a little bit?" He knew Beca hadn't slept well because he felt the bed shift every time she moved, which was a lot more than usual. Usually, Beca didn't move around a lot, in fact, she was a very sound sleeper and hardly moved at all.

Alex nodded. As Jesse slowly got out of the bed, Alex raised her arms toward him. He smiled and kissed her cheek as he picked her up. Alex reminded him often that she was a 'big girl' but secretly he loved moments like this when she wanted to be carried. He cherished these little moments knowing that it wouldn't be long before Alex didn't want to be held. He hoped it wouldn't be long before he was trying to balance two kids in his arms.

Jesse swayed and hummed in Alex's ear as he made his way to the bathroom. They both stood at the sink to wash their faces and brush their teeth. When she was finished, Alex lowered the lid of the toilet seat and sat down quietly, content just to watch Jesse as he shaved. No matter how many times she'd watched him, she always stared in amazement as he lathered the shaving cream on his face and gently wiped it away with the razor.

Finally, she broke her silence. "Hey Daddy?"

"Hmm?" Jesse muttered, closely paying attention to his reflection in the mirror. He was far too old to be cutting his face shaving.

"You know that word that I'm not allowed to say?" Alex questioned as she got up off the toilet and leaned up against the counter.

"Yeah?" Jesse replied, knowing she was most like referring to the word 'fuck'

"How come Mommy is allowed to say it?"

Jesse sighed as he wiped off the remainder of shaving cream. He picked Alex up and sat her back down on the toilet as he kneeled in front of her.

"We need to talk about last night." He started. Alex nodded.

In their bedroom, Beca's eyes fluttered as she began to wake up from a fitful night's sleep. She had been plagued with nightmares all night. Upon waking, she was hit with what felt like a hangover from all of the emotions that had run through her system in the last 24 hours. Her eyes ached, her head pounded, and she could tell her face was puffy. As she picked up on the conversation coming from the bathroom, her stomach muscles tightened, and tremendous guilt washed over her.

"The word that Mommy used last night is a grown up word. So from time to time, when grown ups are upset, they use that word to express their anger. There are some words that grown ups can use that kids can't. Last night, Mommy was very upset because Aunt Chloe hurt your feelings and made you sad, and when you hurt, Mommy hurts. Because Mommy was upset, she cried, just like you did. She also yelled and said some words that she shouldn't have said. Mommy didn't mean to scare you though, and I know she's very sorry about it." Jesse explained.

"I am very sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, and I'm sorry for scaring you." Beca agreed as she leaned up against the door frame.

Alex jumped off of the toilet seat and walked over to wrap her arms around Beca's legs.

"I forgive you." Alex said as she looked up into her mother's eyes.

"Thank you." Beca said squatting down to hug Alex. "Hey, why don't you get ready for the day. We need to get moving if were going to spend the day in New York."

"Ok Mommy! " Alex said as she ran out of the room to get ready.

Beca smiled at Jesse then walked out of the bathroom in the direction of the walk in closet for an outfit.

Jesse stood alone, and confused, in the bathroom and called out to anyone who would listen.

"We're going to New York today? When did this happen?"


Luke sat in the living room folding the last remaining load of laundry while Chloe napped. He had spent the entire morning and afternoon trying to get their house back to what it usually was. The trash had been taken out, the kitchen had been cleaned from top to bottom, candles were lit, groceries had been bought, the carpets had been vacuumed, the dishes were done, and this final basket of laundry was the last that remained of the cleaning. He had hoped the mess of their house would get to Chloe after a while, but it didn't seem to be happening, and he couldn't stand to live like this any longer.

As he glanced around, proud of his work, the silver disk sitting on the entertainment center caught his eye.

Luke&Chloe

9.19.14

He didn't know why he was suddenly compelled to watch it, he knew it would only remind him of what they had lost, and how far they had come from the beginning.

Against his better judgement, he got up from the couch and placed the DVD in the player. The forty inch screen instantly lit up with a picture of the two of them. Hitting play, he sat back down to continue with the laundry.

The day was perfectly etched into his brain. He knew on that day, that nothing would ever top the experience of marrying the love of his life.

Every second of the day had been perfect. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, the weather was a perfect 72 degrees, and there had not been one single mishap. Names weren't mispronounced, the cake wasn't destroyed in some freak accident, and Jesse and Beca, the best man and matron of honor gave incredible toasts that had everyone laughing and crying. The day couldn't have been better.

Chloe had never looked more radiant and ravishing as she did that day. She was absolutely glowing.

No one he had ever met had eyes even remotely like Chloe's. Those light blue eyes, the very first thing to draw him in, sparkled and shined with happiness. Her bright, fiery red hair, was so perfectly and elegantly put into an updo. She was absolutely stunning in her lace and beaded white strapless wedding dress. It was so simple, yet classic and timeless and made her look as if she'd stepped right off the pages of the latest Brides magazine. He, of course, knew he was biased, but he was completely convinced that no other bride had looked as stunningly beautiful as Chloe did on that day.

"I, Chloe Jacqueline Beale take you, Luke Christopher Barnes to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to love and cherish you, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to be faithful to you and only you until death do us part. This is my solemn vow. And with this ring, I thee wed."

"I, Luke Christopher Barnes take you, Chloe Jacqueline Beale to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to love and cherish you, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to be faithful to you and only you until death do us part. This is my solemn vow. And with this ring, I thee wed."

Three years ago, Luke made a promise in front of God, and one hundred and fifty guests. He promised to love Chloe for better or for worse. He had never been a quitter, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start now, no matter how bad things got. It was going to take Chloe walking out on their marriage for things to end and even then he wasn't giving up without a fight. Luke wasn't going anywhere. Though he was extremely frustrated with her and how she was handling their infertility issues, divorce hadn't even crossed his mind.

Chloe made her way downstairs and to Luke's relief, she was actually showered and dressed in something other than pajamas.

Her hair was up in a wet bun, and she wore a satin, solid red halter top with a pair of dark wash jeans. She looked better than she had in weeks. He wondered why she was dressed so nicely. Lately, she had hardly left the house. Her outfit did however bring significant attention to her rapid weight loss. Chloe didn't have weight to lose in the first place. Her face had become quite sunken and boney, and her collarbones jutted out significantly. It was clear to see she needed a belt to keep her jeans from falling off of her.

"Have you eaten today?" Luke asked as he folded a towel.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "What difference does it make?" She muttered.

"It does make a difference Chloe, its 8:30 at night. Maybe you don't care about yourself, but I do."

"I had a bagel around noon. Happy?" She huffed.

Luke finished folding the last towel and set it in the basket. "What can I make you for dinner?"

Chloe picked at her nails. "Nothing, I'm not hungry."

Talking to Chloe over the past few months was like trying to nail jello to a tree. Absolutely impossible and leaving him more frustrated than he was to begin with.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" He asked her. She looked up from her nails with a look of annoyance on her face.

"What?"

"The first time we met. Do you remember?"

She sighed loudly. "What about it?"

"It was May 12th, 2012. You threw a party at your townhouse. It was my first weekend in New Haven, and my roommates at the time were headed to your party. They told me some blonde Australian chick who called herself Fat Amy had invited them to party down under. I, of course, didn't believe them, until I met Amy myself."

Chloe rolled her eyes again as she remembered her friend. "She is something."

"I was in the house less than five minutes when I laid eyes on you. After that, nobody else existed." Luke explained, describing that very first night.

Chloe turned her face, unable to look at Luke, but he could see the tears falling.

"You were wearing this incredible strapless teal and brown dress and a gorgeous chunky teal necklace. Your hair was in curls that framed your face, but your eyes..." He closed his eyes as the memories all came back to him.

"Your eyes captivated me the very first time I looked into them. I was a complete goner. This is going to sound so cliche but you had me from hello."

Chloe scoffed. "How could you possibly remember all that?"

Luke got up and walked over to where Chloe was sitting. He gently brushed his fingers against her neck. "I remember everything."

Chloe closed her eyes. She looked like she was in pain as another tear slipped down her cheek. "I don't want to do this right now." She whispered as she walked off into the kitchen.

Luke groaned, so frustrated at the lack of progress he was making with her. "You don't wanna do what right now? Talk to your husband? You're stuck with me Chloe, you might as well talk!"

Ignoring him completely, Chloe opened the fridge. She sighed when she saw there wasn't a single bottle of wine in sight.

"If you're looking for the wine, were out. I'm sorry that you won't get to use alcohol as a crutch and you'll actually have to deal with your feelings tonight."

She shut the door, shaking her head.

"Chloe...I heard your conversation with Beca last night. We need to talk. Do you honestly believe that I've cheated on you?" He pressed, determined to get her to talk to him.

Tears streamed down her face as she leaned up against the island. "It doesn't even matter anymore Luke. Go ahead, have an affair! I don't care!"

Chloe's contemptuous words cut through his heart like a knife, the pain literally brought him to his knees. Luke had been born and raised in Columbus, Georgia, a city one hundred miles outside of Atlanta. In Georgia, life consisted of God, Family, and Football, in that order, no exceptions. No one, on either side of his family, had ever gotten a divorce, and he damn sure wasn't going to be the first. Luke had been raised to believe that infidelity was as big a sin as murder. His father had drilled into him that cheating on a woman was disgusting and a disgrace to the family. As a man raised with good Southern morals and values, Luke took his vows very seriously. He'd entered into a contract not only with Chloe, but with God and he knew he never wanted to cheat, no matter how bad things were. And yet, his wife stood in front of him telling him she didn't give a shit what he did.

"Do you even want a baby anymore?" He asked her point blank.

Chloe glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. What the hell are we doing here? These unbelievable fights are over what? Wanting to have a child? Damnit Chloe, we have the money in savings! Why are you stalling on the fucking IVF?! You want to parade around here and have everyone feel sorry for you because you can't get pregnant, yet you won't admit that we have the resources available and you're refusing to use them!"

He had tried. He had tried so hard to be patient with her, but she made it so impossible. Every little bit of love he tried to show her, she constantly wrote off. He was sick of it. He was sick of feeling alone in their marriage.

Chloe shook her head, tears falling. "You're such an asshole." She cried as she grabbed her keys and her bag.

"Yeah, well, you're a bitch, so why don't you just go." He huffed.

The door slammed shut and Luke leaned up against the island, running his fingers through his hair.

"I still love you Chloe."

Every day seemed they broke apart even more. If Chloe didn't start putting an effort into their relationship, he wasn't sure their marriage was going to be able to survive.


"Out like a light, just like I suspected." Jesse said as he made his way down the stairs.

Jesse, Beca, and Alex had a full, but fun day in New York. The original plan had been to go to a show and dinner, but Alex had different ideas. Jesse and Beca had explained that within reason, the day was her's, and she was welcome to choose the activities they did. Their day had included a full morning at the Liberty Science Center, a trip to the Central Park Zoo, and dinner at Serendipity, where Alex had her very first frozen hot chocolate. It was a family trip they all needed and would remember for years to come.

As anticipated, Alex fell asleep in the car, and didn't put up a fight as Jesse put her into her pajamas and tucked her into bed. They knew she would sleep well into the next morning.

He groaned as he stepped into the kitchen and found Beca already in her sapphire bikini, ready for a relaxing night in the hot tub.

"You're going to be the death of me." He moaned as he wrapped his arms around her. Beca smiled seductively.

"Go get changed so you can come join me."

"I will, I will, I just want a minute to enjoy the view."

He kissed her softly as his hands pushed into her bikini bottom. Beca moaned against his lips as her stomach began to do flip flops. Pulling back, she smiled up at him.

"Hurry up already, I'll be waiting outside for you." She whispered, kissing him once more. She grabbed the baby monitor, should Alex wake up and need them, though the chances were highly unlikely, and with it, a couple bottles of water and two towels.

Jesse nodded his head as he finally released her.

"Oh, hey, do you want me to bring some wine out?"

It was such a simple, harmless question, but Beca immediately froze. Her eyes hardened as she turned to look at Jesse.

"No, no wine." She answered coldly. Jesse looked at her, confused and unsure of what to make of the exchange.

"Okay, no wine. No problem."


Jesse found her relaxing when he made his way out to the hot tub. Her eyes were closed, her head was leaned up against the headrest, and her back was against the jets.

She opened one eye at the sound of his footsteps getting closer and closer.

Slowly, he made his way in, the steaming hot water enveloping him. They had quite a bit to talk about, as he still didn't even know what had taken place at Chloe's the night before.

But as he sat down and got comfortable, it was clear Beca had other plans. Swimming over to him, she kissed him gently on the lips before straddling his waist.

"Hi there..." Beca whispered, a wicked smile on her face.

Jesse was a bit taken back by her actions, but welcomed them none the less.

Beca wasted no time in letting Jesse know what was on her mind as she pushed Jesse's lips against hers, her teeth pulling on his lower lip as her hands fisted in his hair. Her tongue soon began to push against his lips, asking for entrance. Jesse willingly parted his lips and groaned as he felt her tongue against his. It had been a while since Beca had taken charge, and it was a major turn on for him. Knowing she was so excited that she felt the need to take matters into her own hands was incredibly hot. In the back of his mind, he knew they needed to talk, but his thoughts were becoming hazy. Beca was grinding her hips against his causing him to moan deeply.

"We really should be talking." He groaned between kisses.

"Mmmhmm." Beca agreed, not slowing her movements. "Later."

She pulled back and looked into his eyes as she unhooked the clasp on her bikini top allowing it to release, fully exposing her chest. His eyes widened at the sight of her breasts in front of him. He had seen them thousands of times, of course, but he still couldn't help staring. The water droplets cascaded down her body, her chest was flushed and her nipples were hardened. It was clear to him she was already heating up.

He reached out to connect their lips again as his hands began to massage her breasts causing Beca to moan into the kiss.

Her hands lightly scraped up and down his chest, feeling his defined abs under her fingers. Staying in shape was important to Jesse, and his hard work paid off.

As Beca straddled his waist, kissing him, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about sex. It was the second day of her period, but she was quickly becoming extremely turned on, and was desperate for a release. She wasn't in the mood for romance, or an hour long session, she just really wanted an orgasm...now.

"Babe...I wanna ride you." She whispered against his lips. Jesse pulled back to look at her.

Beca had always been weird about having sex on her period. Jesse continuously assured her it didn't bother him, and that they could always clean up if there was a mess, but as it was, Beca was always firm in her decision. Jesse respected her decision, he was a big boy and could go four days without sex because there was nothing remotely sexy about her shedding uterine lining and cramps that left her almost doubled over. She had never been up for having sex on her period. Until now.

He stared at her, unsure of whether or not he had heard her correctly. Beca nodded her head.

Jesse felt his dick tighten in his bathing suit. He assumed they would fool around in some fashion, but sex hadn't crossed his mind. The thought of Beca using him to get herself off was incredibly hot, and he certainly didn't need much of a warm up.

Beca never took her eyes off his as she stood in front of him and seductively removed her bikini bottom. As she leaned over to place it on the side of the hot tub, she intentionally rubbed her bare breasts on his chest, teasing him before finally leaning in to kiss him. Jesse moaned as she broke their kiss to pull his shorts down, allowing his erection to finally spring free. Maintaining eye contact with him, she threw his shorts out of the hot tub and sat back down on his lap.

His hands slid down to grab at her ass causing her to smile against his lips. Beca knew she would never tire of having Jesse's hands on her.

"Are you ready?" She whispered.

Jesse nodded his head. "Oh I've been ready...go for it."

She sank down on him with no problems, and even with water all around them, he could feel how extremely wet she was. He felt himself buried deep inside of her, and nodded his head, encouraging her movements.

Pulling back until he was almost fully out of her body, she sank back down again, the feeling was incredible. If Jesse was being honest with himself, having Beca on top was his favorite position. He loved the amazing view he got of her as she took control.

He sighed happily, loving how tight she was. Beca had recently begun doing kegel exercises, and he was extremely satisfied with the results.

They maintained eye contact as she pushed herself against him, and he watched as her eyes closed, and she began to pick up her pace.

Jesse's head fell back as he watched her ride him, he couldn't get enough of her. Riding him hard and fast, Beca placed her hands on his chest for leverage as she rocked on top of him.

"Just what I needed..." She moaned, as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. She had been exhausted from staying so late at work, and this was the exact release she was looking for.

"So hot...keep going baby, you're almost there." Jesse encouraged. "Keep riding, you're doing good."

Beca nodded, as she felt her orgasm begin to build. She leaned forward, her clit rubbing more powerfully against Jesse's dick and increasing the sensations causing her breathing to speed up. She moaned heavily as he began pinching her nipples, trying to help her finish.

He knew she was going to come any second. Her hips were grinding against his fast, and she began to whimper and pant. He watched as her eyes closed as the pleasure spread white hot through her body.

"Babe...yes...I'm there...I'm there..." She moaned, and he could feel her muscles contracting against his dick, gripping him, milking him. After a few sharp, deep thrusts into her, he exploded in her. With the incredible view he had of her, it didn't take long for him.

Beca's movements slowed until she came to a rest on top of him, eyes still closed as she tried to come down from the high. Opening her eyes, she found him staring back at her.

"So good." She whispered as she lightly kissed his lips. "So, so good."

Climbing off of him, Beca grabbed for the bottle of water, needing to rehydrate as Jesse grabbed a towel to dry his face and neck.

"You think you're ready to talk?" He questioned, wanting to know what had happened the previous night, yet not wanting to push her.

Beca swallowed and put the water bottle down, screwing the cap back on. Sighing, she settled back in his lap.

"Chloe can't get pregnant...and to say she is not taking the news well would be the understatement of the year." Beca explained. Jesse nodded his head.

"I had thought about that being one of the possibilities."

"Jess..." Beca sighed. "It was a sight you had to see to believe. Chloe's drinking wine like it's going out of style, the sink was full of dirty dishes, there was hardly any food in the house, and the laundry room was covered in piles of dirty laundry."

Jesse sighed at Beca's description. He had known Chloe for six years, and the Chloe he knew would have been horrified to have a drink on the table without a coaster. He could only begin to imagine what Beca had witnessed.

"So that's why you didn't want wine tonight?"

Beca nodded. "She and Luke aren't sleeping in the same room anymore." Beca continued. "Things are really bad right now. Luke's frustrated, and wanting time away from her, and Chloe...Chloe's drunk and depressed, severely depressed. She's refusing any help."

"We're not them. You're not Chloe." Jesse's grip tighten around Beca protectively.

Beca kissed Jesse lightly then buried her face in the crook of Jesse's neck.

"Babe." Jesse sighed, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry you had to see that, and I know it's going to be hard to hear this right now, but you're going to have to learn to love Chloe from a distance right now. Until she's ready to accept help Bec, you're just going to get more and more hurt. Watching you fall apart last night, hearing you tell me you don't feel like you're a good enough mother...it really hurt. I know you love Chloe, we all love Chloe, but until she's willing to accept help, we need to take a step back."

It hurt to hear the words but Beca knew what Jesse was saying was true. She knew in her heart of hearts that she couldn't help Chloe unless she was willing to help herself, but it didn't make the pain of it any easier.

"Bec, look at me." As she sat back in his lap, her eyes found his. He took her face in his hands. "You've been working a lot lately, and you've been worried about Chloe. All this stress isn't good for you." He expressed as he lowered his hands to rub her shoulders.

"I know you're looking forward to getting pregnant again, and all this stress isn't going to make it easier. I know it's going to be hard, but we need to focus on our family right now."

"I know, you're right." Beca agreed.

"Hey, what about if we take a little trip this year for our anniversary?" Jesse suggested, his hands lightly stroking Beca's stomach.

The last time Beca and Jesse had gone away just the two of them, Alex was two. She knew they could definitely use the chance to reconnect, but the chances of getting time off of work were slim to none.

Beca laughed. "Yeah, right. If you think Mark is going to let me off after our ten day trip to Disney World, think again."

"Well, what if you didn't have to take time off? What if we left on a Friday afternoon and came back on a Sunday night?" Jesse offered.

Beca pressed her forehead to his.

"Think about it..." He whispered before kissing her deeply.

Beca pulled back after a few minutes to catch her breath, and settled against Jesse's chest.

"Jesse?" Beca questioned, feeling better about asking the question knowing she couldn't see him.

"Yeah?"

"If I ever got that bad..."

Beca had never been depressed before. Sure, she'd had moments before, but nothing lasting past a few days. Even after Alex was born, she hadn't struggled with postpartum depression. Sure, the adjustment to motherhood was a little rough in the beginning, but Beca adjusted well after the first few weeks.

Jesse immediately shook his head. "You're my best friend, my wife, my lover, and I'd like to think I know everything about you. I can gauge your moods in five seconds. I'd see you slipping right away. And I would do everything in my power to get you the help you needed." He assured her.

Beca rolled her eyes at Jesse's mention of the word 'lover'. But deep down, she knew his words were true. Jesse would always take care of her.

"Like right now, I can tell there's something else on your mind." He said as he kissed along her neck.

Beca sighed. She couldn't keep a secret from Jesse even if she wanted to.

"Okay...it kind of scares me. I haven't got pregnant yet."

Jesse closed his eyes as he pressed his head to Beca's.

"Baby." He sighed. "Don't do this to yourself. It's only been a month. You are fertile. That little girl upstairs sleeping was conceived while you were on birth control. I'd like to think she's a perfect testament to that."

Beca nodded in agreement. Deep down, she knew she didn't have any issues in regards to fertility.

"This was the reason we decided not to chart when you were ovulating. We agreed there shouldn't be any pressure to make a baby. When you're not so stressed, and my little swimmers figure out where the hell they're going, you'll get pregnant. In the meantime, getting there is half the fun."

Beca scoffed. "You're a weirdo, you know that? I cannot believe you seriously referred to your sperm as little swimmers."

His hands ran up and down her legs tenderly, avoiding the area Beca most wanted him to touch.

"They are little swimmers, and they're much happier being inside of you than they are being inside of me." Jesse whispered, causing Beca to laugh.

Capturing her lips in a kiss, suddenly, there was no need for talking.


It was a quiet Sunday night in the Yale-New Haven Emergency Room. To be honest, Scott wasn't exactly thrilled to be working. The Sunday night ER shift was the shift every doctor wished to avoid. The biggest excitement of the day had been a kid coming in with his leg broken in two places. If all he was going to be doing for twelve hours was paperwork and sutures, Scott would have much rather have been spending the night at home with Stacie. Though they all knew things were slow, no one dared to say anything. Every medical professional knew one thing to be true, and that was that you never uttered the word 'quiet' in an Emergency Room.

Scott sat at the small desk, filling out paperwork as one of his interns came over and sat next to him, eating an apple.

"Don't even think the word..." Scott muttered without taking his eyes off of his work.

He sighed. "Isn't there anywhere I can scrub in? A delivery I can assist with? Come on, there's gotta be something exciting to do around here."

Scott put the pen down and looked over at him. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, this right here," He stated, gesturing his hand to a nearly empty Emergency Room. "this is what life is like working the 8p-8a shift on a Sunday night. I hate to burst your bubble but-"

"Alright people, get ready, we've got a car crash victim coming in. The result of a drunk driving accident. ETA five minutes. Who's got room?"

Scott looked up. "I'm open!" He called out in response as he got up and grabbed a pair of latex gloves while mentally preparing himself for what he was about to experience. A serious car accident was a trauma case. There was no way to know what to expect. Broken bones, cuts, bruises, lacerations, organ damage, the possibilities were endless.

Three minutes later, the doors opened wide as the paramedics headed in with a stretcher.

"27 year old female, hit by a drunk driver!" The EMT explained as he rolled her in.

Scott looked down at the young woman. As bruised and cut up as she was, she was still instantly recognizable.

"Lacerations to the face and arms, found unconscious at the scene, hasn't come to as of yet."

She was caked in blood and bruises. Between her red hair, red shirt, and the blood, everything was mixing together. Her jeans had been ripped, her hair was in messy curls around her face, and she was missing shoes.

"BP 85/60 pulse 90."

Scott couldn't stop staring. His eyes were fixated on her. Suddenly it was like he was in a trance. He could hear what the paramedics were saying, he knew she was in critical condition, but he couldn't move. He could barely talk.

"Was there any identification on her?" He questioned hoarsely, his eyes never leaving her. He knew it was her, but he needed to hear her name. It was the only way this would be real.

The EMT looked at him, her license in his hand. "License identified her as Chloe Barnes."

Scott sighed as his eyes closed.

"Dr. Ramsey, where are we taking her?"

Scott stood in the middle of his ER, eyes closed, not moving.

The EMT was confused and knew precious time was being wasted. "Dr. Ramsey, your patient!"

Scott immediately came back to reality.

"Exam three, bring her over. On my count, one...two...and!"

Chloe's body was lifted up onto the bed as Scott's medical training immediately kicked in. He grabbed the miniature flashlight to check her eyes. Her pupils were fixed and dilated, she was unresponsive with shallow breathing, low blood pressure, and a racing heartbeat. Cutting her shirt open, he knew exactly what he would find.

Her stomach was rock hard.

Scott's intern, an eager young kid still working his way through medical school immediately jumped in.

"What can I do?" He asked eagerly.

Scott looked him straight on.

"Three things. Number one, call the OR and tell them we're bringing a patient up from the ER for an emergency splenectomy. Number two, page Dr. Sievers and tell him to meet me in the OR." He instructed as he released the emergency locks on the bed to roll her to the elevator.

"Okay people let's move, every second counts here!"

The intern stood back, slightly confused. "Dr. Ramsey? That was only two things, what about number three?"

Scott looked back as he wheeled Chloe out of the Emergency Room.

"Find my cell phone, and look up Luke Barnes. Tell him his wife is at Yale-New Haven and she's headed into Emergency Surgery."