"Do you have a patient named Elizabeth Corday?" Mark asked the nurse. The nurse hesitated, and then said, "What's your relationship with her?" "I'm her husband." Mark answered shortly. The nurse looked at the detective and he nodded. Mark asked, hesitantly, "What's her condition?" The nurse said, "Let me go find her chart, and I'll be right back, okay?" Mark didn't answer, because the nurse had already left. "When can I go home?" Mark heard Rachel asking a nurse. The nurse smiled, and said, "I don't know. You'll have to ask the doctor about that." Rachel sighed, and asked, politely, "Could I talk to him, then? Whenever he's available is fine." So far, Mark had had little to no involvement with his daughter's medical treatment, because she had been making all the correct choices herself. He simply signed the parental consent forms. "Rachel," Mark said, "You know we do need to call your mother eventually. When do you want to, or should I call?" Rachel sighed. She hadn't been looking forward to this conversation, "I really wish we didn't have to call her. She's just going to blow up at you. and I really don't want to go home. I want to stay in Chicago. Mom's been driving me crazy for the past few months. Any way, I never see her much, except for around eleven, when she gets home, and I'm on my way to bed. She's at work before I wake up, and Craig, well, I just don't like him." "Honey, you need to give Craig a chance." Rachel exclaimed, "Dad! He's been my step dad for six whole years. He's been given plenty of chances. I don't like him, and anyway he doesn't like me, either." Mark asked, "He does like you Rachel." "No he doesn't," Rachel said, "He told me he didn't like me. He's told me plenty of times to go to hell." Mark stopped short, "He told you those things?" Rachel nodded, "It doesn't bother me much, just pisses me off." "What else has he said to you, Rachel?" Mark probed. "Umm. nothing that I can remember." Rachel said. Mark could tell she was lying. He looked at her skeptically, with a hint of concern. Rachel saw that her father didn't believe her so she said, "He said. he said that he'd kill me if I ever did anything to Amanda. If you don't remember her, Amanda's his daughter. He only said that once though, after we got into a big fight." "Rachel," Mark said, feeling his anger rise because of Craig's words, "It doesn't matter that you and Amanda had an argument. Craig can't say that to you. I don't want you going back to St. Louis if he's there. You're not going," Mark declared. Rachel didn't say anything. "Dr.Greene?" The nurse stepped in, "I have your wife's chart. You can go see her, if you'd like." Mark looked at Rachel, and she nodded her approval. "Yes," Mark responded, "I'd like to see her. She's in the ICU?" The nurse nodded, as she led Mark out the door. As she walked, she said, "She came out of her coma about an hour ago. She's been asking for you and your daughter constantly." Mark smiled at this news. He picked up the speed, and the nurse almost had to run to keep up with him. As they were waiting for the elevator, Mark asked, "What about her condition? Is she stable?" The nurse nodded, "She'll need to stay for about a week for observation, and heavy pain medication. She'll be fine though. She's going to need to rest for a long-" Mark cut the nurse off impatiently, and rudely, saying, "I know, she knows. We're both doctors." Mark got onto the elevator, and started pounding the 'door close' button repeatedly. Of course, like most 'door close' buttons, it didn't work. Mark and the nurse waited on the elevator in silence. As soon as the elevator got to the floor of the ICU, Mark saw it. He ran straight in the doors, and started looking for Elizabeth. Mark's search was in vain, because he couldn't find her without the nurse. Finally, he turned back to find her. As soon as he did, he demanded, "Where is she?" The nurse sighed at Mark's impatience, and said, "Room 403." Mark bolted back into the ICU, looking for Elizabeth's room. When he got there, he found a police guard, "Sir, I can't allow you to go in this room." "I'm her husband!" Mark explained. "Then I need to see some ID." Mark looked around the guard, and saw Elizabeth. She saw him too. She smiled wanly and said as loudly as she could, "Let him in. He really is my husband." The guard stepped aside, and Mark ran to Elizabeth's bedside, "Oh, God Elizabeth. I was so scared." The couple embraced, both of them smiling through heavy tears. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Elizabeth pulled away. "Ella. Is Ella all right? I was holding her when he came in, and-" "She's fine, Elizabeth," Mark reassured, "Just a broken arm. She's fine. So is Rachel." Elizabeth looked confused, "Rachel? What about her?" Mark realized Rachel had gotten to Chicago hours after Elizabeth had been shot, "She came out to be here. For you, for me, for Ella." Elizabeth smiled and said, "That was nice of her. But, what do you mean she was all right? She was at the hospital, I assume, right?" She realized a possibility of what could have happened after Fossen left her bleeding on the nursery floor, "He didn't, did he? He didn't go to the hospital and-" "Elizabeth, don't think about it. Not now. You've been through a lot." Mark was almost begging her. "Well, from what you've told me, so have you." Elizabeth shot back, "Tell me what happened." "Elizabeth-" Mark tried to convince her once more. Elizabeth held firm, "No. Tell me what happened. Everything; every last detail. We're going to have to do this, Mark. It's the only way we'll get through this, if we talk about it." Mark knew his wife was right, and he relented, "Well, you and Ella came into the ER. Uhh. you went up to surgery and-" Elizabeth interrupted him, "Who did the surgery?" "Romano and Benton." Mark looked at her to see a response, but found nothing tell-tale on her face. So, he continued, "I sat in exam two with Ella. Malucci, and Drs. Finch and Kovac stuck around for a while. I called Jen, and somehow Malucci talked her into putting Rachel on a plane to here. She came to the hospital after she got of the plane." Mark stopped. It was getting to the more traumatic part of the story. He wasn't sure is he should go on, or just lie and say that what he had said was all that had happened. "Mark, go on," Elizabeth said gently. She knew it was getting hard for him. Mark looked at her for a second, still debating. He decided to go on, "Umm. the man came to the hospital, shot the whole place up. Rachel, Ella and I were in the lounge with Kerry, Malucci, Deb, and Carter. We must have been there for an hour, listening to gunshots, screams, and, shouts. We just listened from behind the couches. Then, he. he came into the lounge," Mark said the last sentence quickly. Elizabeth drew in a breath and waited for her husband to go on. She didn't push him, she just waited. After a few minutes, Mark went on, "He found Kerry, Malucci, Carter, and I first. Ella, Deb, and Rachel were in the corner, behind the other couch. Malucci set that up. Any way. I guess he was about to shoot my head off, when Ella started crying." Elizabeth felt sick to her stomach. She didn't want Mark to go on, but she had to know what had happened, how her family had lived, how they had feared. "Then he found them," Mark said, referring to Ella, Deb and Rachel, "He made Deb leave. That left Rachel holding Ella in her arms, on her own. He wanted Ella. He wanted her, and wanted to kill her," Mark was crying, as was Elizabeth. He talked through his tears, while she listened through hers, "Rachel wouldn't give Ella to him, even when he pointed the gun at her. She put Ella behind her after he had physically tried to take Ella. Then he shot Rachel in the arm." Mark had to stop. He could hardly breath because he was crying so much. Elizabeth was in tears, but she took Mark into her arms, and let him cry until he had calmed down. After a few minutes Mark continued, "I can't remember exactly what happened, but some SWAT guy walked in on us, and the man took Rachel hostage, I guess.Rachel did something to piss him off, and he hit her on the head, and she passed out. I got up and tackled him, and Carter and Malucci joined me. The police came in, and pulled us apart, and put Ella, Rachel, Deb, Malucci, Carter, Kerry, and I on a helicopter to some hospital in Indiana. Uhh. Rachel was still out, and was put on a slow drip of morphine. Ella got some painkillers via IV too. The rest of us were dehydrated and were hurting a bit too. Rachel woke up, and the next morning we were back on the helicopter to here. We just got here about a half hour ago." Elizabeth didn't say anything at first. Then she asked, "Mark, who was that man, and why did he want to hurt your family?"