"Can I get some help in here?" The nurse asked as she ran over to help stabilize him. Almost on cue, a slew of other doctors and nurses entered the room and Mort was pushed out of the room little by little.

"Doc, you fight!" He called out.

"Fight Hazlitt! Fight!" The alarms didn't stop.

"Fight Doc!"

"Do you hear me!? Keep fighting!"

"You hear me!?"

She couldn't breathe. She didn't care either. She let it invelop her. She didn't try to stop it, she felt the knife take it's plunge and she felt the blood dripping from her heart. She couldn't explain why it had happened, nor did she want to. No one would understand her pain. Why should they? People die everyday. Nobody actually cares that he is gone. They'll all ask what's wrong, say that they're sorry because they feel obligated, and then go on with their lives like nothing ever happened. They will ignore the stabbing, the pain, and the hole in her heart that took its place. She didn't understand why the world kept spinning. Why didn't anyone care that he was gone? She could feel the scar he had left on her heart taking its shape and leaving its mark. She knew that forever it would stay there. She stared up at the sky in the silence. Everything became distant. It all became distorted like it wasn't real. The terror and the anger fell from her eyes. She wanted to die too. Her fists clenched and she screamed. The anguish filled her voice and the air around her. The cold moved through her arms as it filled her face. She fell fast towards the ground, she grabbed her heart as it bled and pulled itself apart. She felt sick. She wanted to throw up. She screamed and her eyes flew open.

Everything was quiet. Jessica was still laying on her bathroom floor. She calmed herself down by grasping at the counter. It was real. She wasn't asleep anymore. Jessica was still laying on her bathroom floor. It still could only have been 3 or 4 in the morning. She was still shaking as she stood up. Turning on the shower she donned her dress from the night before which had the stains from the blood. She stepped into the shower and just let the water run over her face. She looked down at her hands and saw how bloody they were. She watched as the water flowed off her body and into the drain all tinted in red. She thought about the horrible dream again. How real it all seemed. She started crying again and sank down against the shower wall.

Mort sat in the waiting room again, lost in his own thoughts. They had gotten Seth stabilized again but his condition was getting worse by the minute. He needed to go check on Jessica but he didn't want to leave Seth there alone in case the killer came back. He went over to the phone in the hallway.

"Andy."

"Yes, Sheriff?"

"Is Floyd there?"

"He is Sheriff."

"Good have him stay there at the office while you go check on Mrs. Fletcher."

"Alright Sheriff."

"And survey the crime scene while you're there."

"Will do."

Jessica was napping on the couch in her living room when she woke up to knocking. She groggily got up and walked towards the door. Unlocking it she opened the door and her blood ran cold. She saw a person clad in black pointing a gun at her.

"Hello Mrs Fletcher." It was female. Jessica automatically recognized the voice but she couldn't place it. She took a deep breath.

"What do you want from me?"

"I personally don't want anything of you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I missed. You see, I was sent here. Seth decided it was a good idea to jump in front of you to save your life. He's a keeper." She said with a malicious flare in her voice. "Makes me kind of wish I had someone like that." She rested her hand against the door frame and stepped closer as Jessica backed up and quivered.

"So…." She started again. Her voice sounded cynical. "Tell me this. Have you slept with him yet?"

"Why are you doing this?" Jessica was on the verge of tears.

"Mrs Fletcher." She laughed and stepped closer. Jessica tried stepping back but the figure held her gun up. "Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jessica stood there paralyzed, her heart rate growing. The gun was held at a short distance between the killer and her heart. She shut her eyes to stop the tears. She prayed for anything to happen. Something, anything to help her. The figure stepped closer to her than ever with the gun held between them. She said quietly with a laugh. "Why am I doing this? Well let's just say that revenge is sweet." She said it in a way that Jessica knew what was coming as she heard her cock the gun. She thought of Seth. It couldn't end this way she thought. It just couldn't.

"Hey!" A voice rang out. Jessica's eyes looked up at the street. Floyd and Andy were there with their guns drawn pointed at the figure in front of Jessica.

"Drop your weapon!" There was a pause right before the figure tried closing the door in a haste. Three shots rang out. One from Floyd's gun and one from Andy's. Jessica heard the hooded person groan in pain. The third shot came from the gun right in front of Jessica. The door slammed shut as they both fell to the floor inside her house. Jessica felt a sharp pain in her leg and she knew she'd been shot.