Tears welled in Frank's eyes. "Eva!" he screamed.
"Take her and go, Frank!" the Queen yelled. "Get her help." She glared at Riff Raff. "You…you're punishment shall be beyond your most vivid nightmares once we return home." She looked back at Frank, who still hadn't moved. She stooped down next to him. "Frank, take her out of here…go before it's too late to save her."
Frank didn't say a word. He gently picked up his wife and rushed to the elevator. As they began to descend, he watched Magenta start to weakly hit Riff Raff.
"Ve vill never have the chance to be together now! You've made everything so much vorse! Vhy vould you try to kill her! Vhy vould…"
Frank couldn't hear anymore as he rushed out the front door of the castle. He opened the door to the backseat and laid Eva on it. He got into the front seat and started the car. "Baby, can you hear me?" he asked praying for a response.
Eva fought to open her eyes. "Frankie," she said in a barley audible voice. "Hurts so much."
"I know, love. We're on our way to the hospital, you're going to be fine." Frank drove at a dangerous speed, but he couldn't waste any precious moments. One of "Denton's Finest" threw on his lights and chased after him, but Frank didn't stop. He was followed to the hospital bay and when the policeman saw the site in the backseat, he helped Frank to get Eva out of the car.
With Eva in his arms, he ran into the waiting room, yelling for someone to help him. People came running down the hall with a gurney and soon Eva disappeared from his sight. Frank stood in the hallway, his clothes soaked with her blood. He fell to his knees and sobbed.
The hospital was rather empty so when Frank heard footsteps, they startled him. "Frank?" a soft voice questioned.
Frank lifted his head. Through watery eyes, he saw a woman's face; it took a moment for his eyes to focus. "Janet?"
"Frank, it is you," she said noticeably shocked. "What happened?" She saw his blood stained clothing. "Are you all right? Do you need a doctor?"
"No," he said, struggling for breath. "Ev…Eva…she was shot…th-they just took her."
Janet gasped. "Shot? By who?"
"I believe you remember Riff Raff?" he said finally able to breathe normally. "It's a rather long story. What exactly are you doing here, Janet?"
"I handle the phones right now, but I think I want to go into nursing. Brad is in charge of dispatch, handling the ambulance traffic. Listen to me rambling about myself… Frank, is there anyone I can call for you?"
Frank looked down at the floor; he was ashamed that he had let his wife get injured. "Yes." He gave Janet the number for Eva's sister.
Soon, everyone was in the waiting room with Frank. He hugged Columbia, thanking her immensely for taking Faye to safety and for making up a perfectly believable story about what had happened. He was given clothes to change in to and after he was "sanitary" he asked for his daughter; he couldn't help but to smile at the sight of her.
A bloodied doctor emerged and informed Frank that Eva had to go upstairs into surgery. He fought tears and he and his friends and family traveled up to another waiting room.
Frank sat off by himself in the corner, rocking Faye in his arms. He sang softly to her and kept assuring her that "Mommy would be O.K."
When Janet went upstairs to see if there was any news, she saw Frank. Her heart melted as she witnessed him being a father and not what he was on the night that she and Brad encountered him.
After a while, Audrey sat down next to Frank. He looked up at her. "You must hate me," he whispered.
"Not at all, Frank." She took a deep breath. "Do you have any idea how much my daughter loves you?"
He nodded his head. "I believe I do…and I love her just as much, if not more."
"When you were gone, all she could do was think of you. I must be truthful in saying that I didn't think you would ever come back…but I prayed you would. You make her so happy and now with Faye…You're a good man, Frank, and what happened to Eva isn't your fault. I know you've been sitting here thinking that it is."
"I promised her that everything would be fine. I assured her…" A tear ran down his cheek.
"She'll be fine, Frank. I know my daughter." She gave him a shaky smile and wiped the tear from his face.
Hours passed and the surgeon that operated on Eva walked into the waiting room. "She's going to be fine," he said sounding exhausted and triumphant all at once.
Frank closed his eyes and sighed. He then got up, handed Faye to Audrey, and thanked the doctor for saving his wife's life. "Is she awake?"
"She's woozy, but yes. She asked for you. Follow me."
Frank made his way into the recovery room and saw Eva. Her face was pale, her skin moist. Her walked next to her bed and her eyes opened partway. He gently took her hand in his. "Hello, love," he said softly.
She tried to smile. "Hi," she replied, her voice raspy.
Not really knowing what to say, Frank simply caressed her face and said in the most affectionate manner, "I love you."
"I love you too, Frankie. Faye, is she…"
"Shhh. She's perfectly fine, darling. She's in the waiting room." He chuckled. "Everyone we know is in the waiting room. They'll come in and see you as soon as you've rested a bit."
"Don't go," she whispered.
"I'll stay right here, I promise." Frank stayed at Eva's side while she slept, never letting go of her hand.