Greg's mind was a haze. The last few minutes a blur. He came sharply aware and awake when he heard Catherine say, "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No," he shouted and struggled into an upright position. With trembling hands, he pushed himself against the wall, staying seated on the cool linoleum floor. Looking up, he was surrounded by his co-workers and the best friend he ever had.

"Dan," he said looking at the older man, "please say that one more time. I promise I won't pass out again."

Dan knelt down beside Greg on one knee and gently smiled at him. Cupping Greg's cheek in his palm, as you might a child you wish to comfort, Dan quietly said one more time, "We got him."

Sighing, Greg leaned his head back against the wall and gripped his hair.

"That's what I thought you said."