Greg didn't wait for Jamie to park, hopping out of the car, running as fast as he could into Hospital. Running to the desk where a few nurses stood filling out charts, he slammed his hand on the desk to get their attention. They jumped at the noise then glared at him.

"Where is Alison Sanders." The nurses glanced at each other.

"I'm sorry that information is only available for immediate family." Anger boiled in Greg, and he opened his mouth, but a firm hand grabbed his arm. Glancing to the left, he saw Jamie.

"He's her husband," Jamie said in a lower town than the one Greg would have used. Pained sympathy filled the nurse's face, and she nodded.

"Room 719." Greg didn't respond, turning and running for the elevator. He could hear Jamie calling after him, but he ignored him. He had to see her. She had to be alright. He pressed the button, the elevator bouncing on his feet. It was taking too long. What if she was gone before he got to see her. That thought shot him to the stairs. He shot up them. Grabbing onto the railing to help pull himself up to them. He burst through the door, seeing a sign pointing the direction of her room number. Rounding a corner, the room number came into view. Before he could get any closer, Danny appeared in front of him, stopping him. Greg would have gotten past him, but Flack, Mac, and Jamie were right there with him.

"That's my wife," Greg screamed at them. "I have to see her."

"We know, but you're not going to do her any good." Greg stepped back, grabbing his head.

"It's my wife." He repeated.

"Yes, but the doctor is looking her over." Greg nodded, his body deflating as the adrenalin dropped out. Mac kept holding his arm, afraid that his knee would give out.

"Is she alright?" Danny looked over at the others.

"A bullet grazed her arm." Greg gave a small nod. Then his eyes met Mac's.

"How did you find her." Mac took a deep breath, meeting his gaze.

"The Doctor that found her. THat you were looking into. He had her." Greg pulled out of his grip stepping back. His back hit the wall.

"All this time, she's been with him."

"I'm sorry, Greg." Falck reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled back again.

"How long." The words came out in a spit.

"Danny noticed a pattern to your work when he came to the house. He had me stop by. He had been killing his patients too." Greg took a deep breath.

"How could you look into my face this morning and not tell me." Greg saw Flack flinch out of the corner of his eye. "You must have to know when I came to your office this morning. You looked into my eyes and didn't tell me that you might have found my wife. How has been missing 4 months." Mac looked into his eyes.

"I didn't want you there if we found her dead like his other victims." Greg coved his mouth, closing his eyes as the reality of what could have happened hit him. His shoulders started to shake. As the emotions began to overwhelm him. The door to the room opened, and the Doctor walked out. Spotting the group, she walked over to them. Greg shoved his emotions back, straining to meet him.

"You must be Mr. Sanders." Greg nodded.

"How is my wife." The Doctor looked down at her chart.

"We are pumping her full of antibiotics trying to fight off the infections caused by her injuries. She is malnourished. Her arm mainly needed stitches. Her shoulder has formed more scar tissues as it appears to have been dislocated on several occasions. Several wounds needed the stitches replaced as they had grown infected. However, it's the phycological damage that I'm concerned about. We called in someone to evaluate her and give her someone to talk to. They should be here in the morning. She's resting now."

"Can I see her?" The Doctor nodded, stepping back. Greg moved toward the door. Danny stopped him.

"It's not good, Greg." He looked at his Brother in law. "He held her for 4 months; Greg looks different." Greg looked at him, giving a small nod walking to the room. He stopped at the door frame looking in on Alison. Greg's hand slipped up to his mouth, blocking the cry that longed to escape. She lay on the bed, her body wasted away. There were bandaged on her wrist and a large one around her shoulder. Deep blue marks circled her eyes. Greg moved slowly over to the seat next to the bed. Not daring to breathe for fear of disturbing her. He lowered himself down, his eyes never leaving her face. The last time he saw her, she was in their bed sleeping. Four months later, here she was sleeping. Not from a long shift but because of the horrors she had been through. Greg slowly lifted his hand to rest it next to her hand. He looked at the bandages around her that had kept him from touching her. Not wanting to hurt her.

"Greg." His eyes shot up to Alison. Upon seeing her eyes open. Her deep brown eyes. he pulled his hand back into his lap.

"Ally." She gave a weak smile.

"I think I'm calling in sick tomorrow." Greg whipped his eyes.

"Yeah…" He breathed out.

"I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." Greg didn't know what to stay or how to act around her. He closed his eyes as frustration built. "I'm so sorry, Alison, I should have been. I should have woken you. None of this..." His voice broke, and he closed his mouth, not wanting to cry. Alison closed her eyes, leaning back on the bed.

"He had been to our house. If he hadn't gotten me, then he would have gotten me another day." He took a shaky breath. "Or he would have killed you." She bit her dry lower lip fighting back her own emotions.

"I can go to let you rest." He didn't really want to leave, but she looked so exhausted. He moved to get up, but she grabbed his hand. It was so weak it felt like it would break at the slightest movement. She pulled it back, quickly holding it to her chest.

"Please don't leave me." She whispered out. Greg lowered himself back into the chair.

"I won't leave you, Ally, not again."

Greg sat with Alison while she slept. He wanted to pull her close and never let her go. He felt someone watching him. Looking up, he found Frank standing in the doorway. Greg nodded for him to get closer. Frank walked over, looking down at his youngest. His eyes watering.

"How is she." Greg looked down at Alison's bandages.

"She's going to have a lot more scars. The doctors don't think she is going to have any lasting damage compared to the last time." Frank nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Do they think she'll be alright?" Greg looked at her hand. She hadn't touched him since she asked him to stay.

"Considering her condition and how long he had, her only time will tell." Greg bit his lower lip, looking up at Frank. "And I'm more than happy to wait and see."