It was almost eleven PM. Rachel was still knocked out, and Ella had long since fallen asleep. She was the only one. Deb tossed and turned on the gurney next to the crib. She was careful with the IV wires she had that were dripping fluids into her veins to re- hydrate her. Deb looked at Ella, feeling a bit shameful. Ella had been an angel when the doctors had started her on a low dosage of painkillers. Deb had been very squeamish, and jumped when she felt the pinprick. Across the room, behind a closed curtain, Mark was staring at the ceiling, trying to establish some sort of mental connection with Elizabeth, "Elizabeth. can you hear me? I love you, and I'm so sorry that this happened," he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this happen. It should have been me, not you. Don't go on me. I love you." Mark finally knew how Elizabeth felt when he had the brain tumor, and he was sorry that he had been so negative about the whole thing, "It must have been so hard for you," he thought. Kerry was sitting up on her gurney, thinking, "What could bring someone to want to kill a little baby, and innocent people? Why?" Kerry had never been religious, but she couldn't help thinking, "Where was God today? Did he just not care?" A few tears slipped out of the corner of Kerry's eye, "I haven't cried since. I can't remember." Kerry got up from bed, and picked up her IV bag, and walked behind her gurney. She started to push, limping awkwardly, since she didn't have her cane. It was somewhere in the hospital lounge, back in Chicago. Kerry pushed the gurney out the door, and into the next room. Mark heard her come in, and assumed that it was a doctor. At this point, he didn't care who it was. Deb, on the other hand, was curious. She leaned over and pushed the curtain back. She was surprised to see Kerry. "Dr.Weaver?" "Deb," Kerry responded, "I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk, but." "I understand." Deb got up, and helped Kerry move the rolling bed. She moved Ella's crib out of the way, to the head of her own gurney. She didn't want Ella too far away. Kerry and Deb set up the gurney a few feet away from Deb's. Kerry hung her IV on Deb's pole, and got in bed, as did Deb. Kerry looked over at Rachel and asked, "How she been doing?" "Getting better," Deb said. The women were silent for a moment, and then Deb continued, with a low voice, so Mark wouldn't hear "It's horrible. I mean I was thinking, he wanted to kill her. He wanted to kill that whole family." "I was thinking the same thing," Kerry said, "It's strange. I don't see how it's possible that someone could get to that point." The women stopped talking, because they heard an IV beeping, needing a replacement. Deb sighed, and said, "Rachel's, I think." After a few minutes, no one had come to replace it. Deb and Kerry heard a rustling on the other side of the room, coming from Mark. He entered their line of sight. Mark checked the IV bag, and walked out for a few minutes, while Rachel's IV continued to beep. "He's going to get a doctor or nurse," Deb observed, "I guess." "Yeah," Kerry said, awkwardly. Deb was proven wrong though, when Mark returned alone. He went back over to Rachel, and proceeded to change the IV Deb and Kerry exchanged glances, and got up. "Mark?" Kerry called out, "What are you doing?" She could see a silent tear sliding down Mark's face. Mark didn't look at her, but said, "What does it look like?" Deb started, "Dr.Greene-" "Mark," He corrected, "We've been through a lot." Deb hesitated for a moment, and then said, slowly at first, "Mark, the nurses are supposed to do that." "Well they didn't" Kerry cut in, just as Deb was going to respond, "You could have gotten someone." Mark finished replacing the IV, and said, "Kerry, we both know that I know how to do this." "Yeah, but." Kerry trailed off. She decided not to pursue it any more. The three stood around Rachel's gurney for a while, and then Mark said, "I heard you guys talking." In the low light coming from the door, Deb turned pale, "Dr. Greene-" "Mark," he said. "Mark. I'm sorry. I didn't think you could hear." Kerry studied Mark. He said, "It's okay. I was thinking the same thing. I just didn't say anything." Just then, two figures appeared in the doorway, silhouetted. "Hey," One said, "We heard you guys talking. we were wondering if we could stay in here." Dave trailed off, and looked to Carter. Carter didn't say any thing, though. Deb spoke up and asked, "Is everyone as scared as I am?" Slowly, everyone nodded. Kerry whispered, "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to leave you guys." "What about-" Dave started to ask. Kerry said, seriously, "Yes, even you Malucci. You know I can't hate you after all of this." Dave looked sheepish and said, "I thought we could all do with a little humor right about now." Carter was holding his IV and said, "You want humor, just look at us. We're the doctors. Maybe all the surviving doctors from County, and we now are all the patients. It sucks doesn't it?" "Yeah," Kerry said. "Well, if you're gonna stay in here, go get your beds and IV poles. I doubt that you wanna sleep on the floor." "I don't wanna sleep." Dave admitted. His comment was followed by a chorus of "Me too's" and "Neither do I's" Dave and Carter left, and a minute later, arrived, pushing and pulling gurneys and IV poles. Mark and Deb got up to help. They pulled Mark's bed over from the other side of the room, and set all the beds up in a small circle, with Ella in the middle. "I bet the news had a field day with all of this," Mark said Although everyone had been thinking the same thing, they were all a little surprised to hear the comment come from Mark. "Yeah," they all agreed. Deb sighed, and said, "I wonder who else." she trailed off. ".got out alive?" Carter finished for her. He kept going, "I guess you all feel what I felt when I got stabbed." At that remark, Deb almost fell out of bed, and Mark, Kerry, and Dave sat up. Carter continued, "I mean. probably not exactly. I mean, it hurt a lot more, but this is about how I felt." Everyone was silent. They didn't know how to respond. In the silence, they all heard a voice coming from Rachel's end of the room, "Dad? Ella? Where are you? Where's my dad and sister? Where's that Asian woman; the doctor?" Mark immediately got up, and almost forgot his IV. He only remembered it when he felt a sharp tug in his wrist. He scooped it up, and ran over to Rachel's side, "Rachel, you're okay. I'm fine, I'm okay." Rachel tried to get up as she said, "Dad? You're okay. What about Ella? Is she okay?" Mark nodded as he said, "Yes. She's fine; asleep right now." Rachel nodded in acknowledgement, and asked, "What about the other doctors? And the Asian doctor? Is she okay?" Deb arrived at Rachel's bedside, and managing a smile, said, "I'm okay. Everyone made it out of the lounge alive. They're all here with us, if you want to make sure." Rachel let out a sigh, and said, "My arm hurts. Did they get out the." She paused, "The bullet?" Mark was a bit taken back by how calm Rachel was, and all he could do was nod. Deb asked, "How's your head?" Rachel joked, "It's gonna hurt when they take me off all the drugs, I bet." "Go back to sleep, honey," Mark said. "I can't." "Well, try. Okay?" he asked. Rachel shook her head slightly, and said, honestly, "Dad. I'm scared." "There's no reason to, Rachel," Mark lied, "We're in Indiana. He can't hurt us." Rachel looked surprised by the mention of Indiana, but didn't say any thing about it. She said, "I know, I guess, but I'm scared. I guess it's kind of stupid, though. You said yourself that we're all safe." "No," Mark said. He regretted saying that there was no reason to be afraid, "It's okay. I'm scared too. I said that you didn't need to be afraid, so that you wouldn't be. I hate it when you're afraid." Rachel asked, "Honest?" Mark nodded and Deb threw in, "Rachel, we're all afraid. It's okay." "Thanks. by the way," Rachel asked Deb, "What IS your name?" Deb laughed, and said, "It's Deb. Come on, we'll move you over with us. We're all here," then she added, "and all afraid."