A/N: BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER KNOW THAT I LOVE KAY AND I WOULD DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO KEEP HER ALIVE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

A NOTE TO "ANNOYED". I'M SORRY YOU THINK THIS FIC IS RACIST. I DON'T BECAUSE LIKE I MADE SURE TO PUT IN MY A/N, THE COMMENTS ARE MADE BASED ON THE CHARACTERS. REBECCA MAKES RACIST REMARKS TO THERESA AND HER FAMILY. THAT IS HER, NOT ME. BUT WHY DID IT TAKE YOU ALL 21 CHAPTERS TO REALIZE THERE IS OFFENSIVE MATERIAL IN THIS FIC? YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST BACKED YOURSELF UP WITH PROOF AND THEN I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR INSULT SERIOUSLY.

ALRIGHT, TO MY GOOD READERS, YOU NEED TO KNOW THE LEGEND OF THE PHOENIX BEFORE READING THIS. IT'LL HELP SO LOOK IT UP OR WHATEVER. THERE'S LOT'S OF TALKING. I HOPE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED.

ANYWAY, SORRY FOR THE DELAY.

ENJOY.

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Fox brought his car into a screeching halt before racing to the edge of the now damaged pier and diving into the frigid ocean water. The ice water engulfed his body, making his skin feel as if a thousand needles were being jabbed at him. Fox searched for the car in the water but saw nothing but darkness.

He outstretched his arms and legs and swam deeper, anticipating the car to come into view. But still there was nothing.

No! I can't lose Kay. Fox screamed in his head as he frantically tried to find the car. Then a small flicker of light pierced the dark water and a silhouette of the mangled car appeared. Fox hurriedly swam towards it, forcing his aching muscles to work, steeling his resolve.

Nothing was going to stop him from saving Kay. It was better to die trying to rescue her than just to watch and let her suffer more pain.

The car looked like a toy placed in the bottom of a fish tank, surrounded by seaweed and small rocks. Fox went to the passenger's side and saw Kay sitting unconscious, her head titled to the side, her face badly bruised while her hand was tied back. Somewhere in the back, a window had broken and water was filling the car. Feeling panic in the pit of his stomach, Fox hurriedly tried to open Kay's door but unfortunately it was locked.

Hang on, Kay. Hang on. I'm coming. He thought as he swiftly searched for something hard. Fox picked up a rock beside him and began to smash the window. He knew that in a few seconds, the glass would break and water would rush inside the interior, taking whatever oxygen was left in the car. Kay's fate would rest in Fox's hands.

And as expected the glass shattered. Fox dropped the rock and snaked his arm into the small opening as he tried to unlock the door, ignoring the pain when fragments of glass were embedded in his arm and hands. Finally the door came unlocked and without a moment's hesitation, Fox pulled his arm out, yanked the door open, grabbed Kay out and swam to the surface.

He was gasping for air the minute Fox reached the surface, feeling like his lungs had been ripped right out of his chest. Ignoring his own pain, Fox looked down at the unconscious woman in his arms.

Kay was not breathing.

"Fox, over here!" Jason yelled from a small fishing boat as its owner veered the boat towards Fox and Kay. Jason, Miranda and Hank had practically hijacked and incessantly threatened the fisherman to help. Sam had gone into the water and had not come up since.

They pulled Kay and Fox onto the boat. The fisherman shook his head at the state Kay was in while he untied her wrists. "You poor woman." He mumbled, truly pitying the beautiful, battered girl that lay breathless on the deck of his boat.

"Move aside." Fox ordered, his voice strained as he knelt down beside Kay. Tilting Kay's head back, Fox began to administer CPR. "Come on." He gasped. "Kay, breathe. Come on." The rest of the group watched in anticipation and fear, praying that Kay live.

"Son, she's not-" The fisherman solemnly said as he tried to tell Fox it was no use.

Fox shrugged him off, his eyes never leaving Kay. But she laid motionless on the deck, her arms at her sides, bruised at the wrists. Panting, Fox's arms began to weaken and his resolve falter. He hung his head in defeat as he tried his best to bring his loved one to life.

Miranda began to sob uncontrollably on her brother's arms while Jason looked away guiltily as a single tears fell on his cheek. Hank gasped and stared at Kay in disbelief.

With tears streaming down on his face, Fox stopped the CPR and gingerly cradled Kay in his arms, bringing his lips to her cold forehead. "Kay, baby, I'm here. I'm here." He whispered brokenly, wearily. "Don't die. Don't leave me. Please, don't die." Fox begged as he tightened his arm around her, never wanting to ever let her go.

And as if some God took pity on Fox, Kay coughed. "She's alive!" Hank exclaimed joyously. Everyone in the boat sighed in relief.

"Thank you." Fox whispered to no one in particular. "Thank you."

From where his stood, the old, graying fisherman grinned, happy for the small miracle. "You best take the little lady to the hospital. The ambulance isn't going to get here on time." He said and that they did.

Fox carried Kay into the back of the car, Miranda drove and Jason sat in the passenger's seat as they sped towards the hospital. Hank stayed behind for Sam and Jessica.

A few minutes later, they burst into Harmony Hospital yelling for help. Dr. O'Neil immediately recognized the group, wondering what crazy incident brought them back. And then he spotted Kay in Fox's arm, her bruised head dangling back, her nightgown soaked by seawater and stained by blood. Her skin so pale and now tinged with blue.

"My God." He gasped as he rushed over to the group. "What happened to her?" Dr. O'Neil asked as Fox placed Kay on the gurney.

"She stopped breathing again on the way here!" He said, his eyes rimmed with red from worry.

The doctor placed his fingertips on Kay's wrists wincing at the sight of torn and bruised flesh. "There's a faint pulse." He said with a heavy sigh. "Why don't you wait in the lobby?"

Fox shook his head. "No. I'm staying with her." He argued firmly but a nurse stepped in his way.

"Mr. Crane," Dr. O'Neil began with a sympathetic look. "You're not helping her by getting in the way and you have to get your arm checked. Now, please, do as I say. I will come back to you as soon as I can."

Reluctantly, Fox nodded. "Take care of her." He pleaded.

"I'll try my best." And with that Dr. O'Neil turned on his heel and began to do what he could to rescue Kay and her babies.

"Doctor, we're losing her!" One of the nurses yelled as she tried to resuscitate Kay. "She's flat lining!"

Dropping his charts on the nearby table Dr. O'Neil began to work on Kay. "Defribulator!" He yelled.

Inside her mind Kay was drifting in swirls of light and energy. Then there were flashes of her family from her childhood: of Grace and Sam in happier times, of Jessica when she was four and playing in the park, of Noah when he was a teenager and was still dreaming of the world outside of Harmony, and of Miguel. So many flashes, rippling forwards and backwards like a sea of memories all jumbled together, smashing against each other.

Then suddenly there was pain and more flashes. This time they were of was Fox, smiling coyly, saying something, and then there was proud, beautiful Gwen with her golden her and dark hard eyes. There was Jason saying something, trying to look serious, Miranda laughing, dancing and John shaking his head but smiling anyway.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when another pained seized her. Kay wanted to cry but she was drifting again. Her arms and limbs felt useless, her voice gone. She felt like something was tearing her up into pieces, clawing and ripping her insides.

Everything began to fade until there was only darkness.

Dr. O'Neil stepped out of trauma room one a few minutes later, shaking his head as he discarded his gloves to the nearby trashcan. He braced himself as Fox and the whole gang approached him.

"How is she?" Fox demanded, unable to stand the anticipation.

Dr. O'Neil sighed wearily. "We've stabilized her and I sent her upstairs for an MRI. Mr. Crane, perhaps we should talk about this in private."

Fox shook his head. "There's nothing you'll say that they won't find out later on." He replied. "Now, how is Kay?"

"She's suffered major blood loss. The stab wound was very close to the heart. A few more centimeters and Kay would not have made it. She also has a dislocated shoulder and both her wrists have been sprained. Three of her fingers are broken."

Fox looked like he was going to into a rage but he balled his fists at his sides and continued to listen. "Why did you send her for an MRI then?"

"She might have suffered cranial damage. I wanted to check. I'm sorry." Dr. O'Neil whispered, giving everyone a sympathetic look. Miranda continued to sob and Jason just looked horrified.

"There's more isn't there?" Jason muttered hoarsely, his frown now seemingly etched on his face.

The doctor nodded grimly. "Kay's heart stopped but we did revive her. Mr. Crane I know this is confusing right now but I need to explain this to you. When Kay's heart stopped, it might have caused complications to her pregnancy."

Shutting his eyes, Fox sighed. His world was crashing around him. Kay's life was hanging by a thread. He might lose his children and all he could do was stand there and listen so helplessly. "What kind of complications?" He forced himself to ask.

"The twins are alive but there's a possibility of mental and/or physical handicap: cerebral palsy or any other brain problems due to the lack of oxygen. On the other hand, there could be nothing." Dr. O'Neil explained, hoping that the latter would give Fox some ray of hope.

"My, God." Fox gasped, unable to take the nausea that was consuming him. "I want to see her." He demanded, needing to be with Kay, wanting to see for himself that she was alright.

"She'll be brought in ICU room four in a few minutes. You can wait there but first, you have to get your arm checked out." He said to Fox who hesitantly relented.

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Grace hastily entered the hospital with David and Charity in tow, frantically searching for familiar faces. She had called Sam earlier and all he said was get to the hospital. Nothing more, nothing less.

She felt somewhat disoriented, somewhat lost; not knowing what to do and who to go to. Jessica needed Grace, despite what her daughter was being accused off but strangely enough, she wanted to see Kay. Why, she didn't know exactly. She spotted Sam and Hank conferring with a few other officers and Grace quickly walked over to them.

"Sam, what happened?" She demanded hurriedly. Her question lingered in the air as the other officers dispersed to let them talk in private. Hank stayed by Sam's side, looking incredibly exhausted. A deep frown seemed to be pasted on his face.

"They got into an accident." Sam answered hesitantly. He was trying to lessen the blow, trying to make the whole situation less harsh and crueler than it already was. Hank frowned at his brother, knowing that it was far from being an accident.

"Oh my God!" Grace gasped, wide-eyed in shock.

David heaved a sigh, shaking his head in dismay. "Are the girls alright?" He asked. Judging from the look on the brothers' faces, it wasn't likely.

Sam shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Jessica has a small cut and a slight concussion. She sprained her wrists and swallowed a bit of sea water when the car sank. The doctor says she'll be alright." He answered softly.

"The car sank? How? Why?" Grace practically shrieked.

"Grace, calm down." David whispered, trying to soothe her.

Exhaling shakily, Grace nodded. "I want to see them." She declared firmly.

Sam nodded, understanding. "I don't know where Kay is right now but I have to question Jessica first." He explained quietly. Sam did not want to be an officer right now. He just wanted to be Sam Bennett, father to Kay and Jessica. He didn't want to have to question his daughter for a criminal act. He just wanted to understand why? Why she was driven to do something so heinous to her own sibling?

He felt like he had failed his family somehow. He had turned them into monsters without his knowledge. Gritting his teeth, Sam went into Jessica's room, Hank right behind him.

"Jess." He said coolly. Sam watched his youngest daughter with her bandaged forehead and soggy clothes and all he could think of was that she did not look like a criminal. He was trying to be unbiased, trying to be fair for everyone's sake but this was his daughter and a part of Sam refused to believe there was badness in her or in Kay.

They were just misguided.

She turned her blue eyes at him. "Hi, Dad." Jessica whispered, a hesitant and weak smile crossing her pale face. "Uncle Hank."

Nodding, Sam went on. "We need to ask you a few questions."

Even under the scrutinizing gaze of her father and uncle, Jessica was strong, unwavering. They might not understand it at the moment but she was doing this for them, for all of them. She had survived the car crashing into the water and she was going to see this through, no matter how weak she felt inside.

"Did you have an accomplice?" Hank asked after Sam asked Jessica a flurry of routine questions.

Jessica shook her head, wincing at the pain in her neck. She remembered the air bags going off, the water filling the car. She had been terrified and Jessica thought she was surely going to die then. But then she saw her father. He had pulled her out and swam both of them in the surface. She had blacked out in the police car. "I worked alone."

Hank narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping up on him. "Are you sure?" He asked. This was hard on him too. They were his nieces and he didn't know whose side to take or if he should take one at all.

"I'm sure." Jessica was not happy that Miguel was going to get away with this while she will probably rot in some dingy four by four cell in a women's penitentiary. But she had to make sure to have outside contact if she was ever incarcerated, which from the looks of it, Jessica was going to be. Miguel was the back up. He had always been the back up although she never let him catch on to that. He was going to serve his purpose.

Sam shifted his weight from one foot to another and sighed despondently. He felt physically beaten, like he had aged twenty years and his bones and muscles were suddenly failing him. "Jessica, why?" He asked, sounding broken and hurt. "Why did you do this?"

She looked at her father and then her uncle with cold dark eyes, hardness masking her young face. "Because," Jessica began, sounding almost innocent. "Kay is a monster. She was destroying us. We're not perfect but we were happy. When Kay left I finally realized that she was the one standing in everyone's way. She was keeping us from having peace. I forgave her then. But she came back and I thought she would be a different person, Dad. I thought, I hoped that she had grown out of being so mean but she got worse. Kay got worse." Jessica paused as hot tears trickled down her cheek. She hadn't meant to cry. "And I couldn't stand by and just watch her rip apart our family again. For years I let her keep Miguel and Charity apart. You know how Kay is. She baited you and Mom against each other so many times. And I couldn't let her do that to us again."

Sam nodded; tears streaking his face as well. He never knew Jessica felt this way. He never thought she was capable of such hatred but he hadn't expected Kay to turn out the way she has either.

"But you stabbed her, Jessica. Nothing is worth murdering anyone." Hank insisted. He had seen Kay. She was so badly beaten and injured, it was scarring. Sam looked horrified. He had not known that Jessica had stabbed Kay. Everything happened too fast. There was barely any time to catch his breath.

"I didn't mean to do that, I swear." She lied. "We fought and somehow my knife fell and I was just trying to get her to back off. But Kay wanted to fight. I just wanted to blackmail her but she was crazy. And that's when I stabbed her. You must think I'm a horrible heartless person."

Sam looked away, unable to contain the emotions that were burning in his chest, scorching his mind. "I don't know what to think anymore, Jessica. I don't know what to think anymore." He gave her an anguished look before walking out of the room, leaving Hank and Jessica to stare at each other.

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The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor droned on as Fox entered the ICU room Kay was being held in. holding back unshed tears, he closed the door behind him, nodding at Jason and Miranda who were kind enough to let him see Kay first. Fox pulled a chair to Kay's bedside and down, ignoring the ache in his limbs and bones. For a long time, he watched Kay, taking in every painful detail; from the bandage around her forehead, to the bruises on her cheek, to the large gauze that covered her stab would to finally the rope burns on her wrists. Kay was attached to a respirator, and I.V. and a few other machines that Fox did not recognize.

Gingerly, he took Kay's hand into his own and let out a shaky breath escape his lips. "Kay," Fox murmured as he brought his gaze to her face, to the dark lashes that rested against pale skin. She looked beautiful despite her condition. If Fox didn't know better he would have thought they were back at the Crane mansion and Kay was just sleeping and in the morning she would wake up. But sadly, Fox knew that was not true. They were in this hospital yet again. Fox was learning to despise hospitals.

"I know you can hear me." He began softly. "Inside, you're fighting this horror. I wish I could help you somehow. I wish I could take the pain away. If I could, I would gladly trade places with you. I would gladly suffer....but I can't....I don't know what to do to help you." A single hot tear trickled down his cheek and Fox lowered his head and brushed his trembling lips against Kay's fingers. "I love you, Kay." He whispered painfully. "I love you beyond reason, beyond what I thought was my capability to love another person....and I will wait for you forever. But you have to get better, love. You have to wake up from this nightmare. Just....just promise me that when this is over, I'll still have you in my life."

Fox chuckled wryly, feeling unbelievably empty inside, as his finger traced his and Kay's initial on the palm of Kay's hand. "You know," He whispered as if they were having a conversation and Kay would answer back when he was done. "I have your ring picked out. I had it specially selected and cut just for you. I think it's beautiful and I hope that you will too. That's right, Kay, I am going to ask you to marry me. But you knew that already. And you also knew I wasn't ready. But I'm ready now Kay. I'm ready." He nodded to himself, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "And then....we'll have the twins. We still have the rest of their lives to look forward to. They're going to be beautiful, Kay, just like you. I want them to have your eyes and your spirit, your courage and your strength. I know I'm being selfish. I'm asking you for so much when I have failed and disappointed you time and time again. But Kay, I would rather be selfish than lose you and our children. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, love. You really are and if I lose you-" Fox trailed off as sobs racked his body and he bent his head on the bed, unable to take it anymore.

Meanwhile in the lobby, Miranda and Jason sat in dismal silence just as Gwen turned around the corner and spotted them. Worry immediately shrouded her face. "Oh, no." She whispered in trepidation as she approached them. "What happened?" Gwen asked, watching Miranda's tear streaked face and her own boyfriend's grim expression.

"Kay is in ICU." Jason declared miserably as he reached for Gwen's hand in comfort.

"My, God. What happened? Where's Fox?" She asked, frantically looking around.

Miranda exhaled shakily, anger burning in her chest. "Fox is in there." She nodded to the room across the hall. "Jessica....that bitch....kidnapped Kay and now....now Kay is dying!"

"No." Gwen gasped tearfully. It was a long horrible night. She had to see her mother in pain and now Kay was going to die. Her friends were going to suffer. Gwen wanted to vomit.

Jason's eyes darkened as he flashed his younger sister a glare. "Kay is not dying." He persisted. "No one is dying."

"I'm so sorry." Gwen whispered, sitting next to Jason and reaching over to Miranda to give the other woman a squeeze on the hand. "I'm so sorry."

Miranda nodded quietly, leaning back in her chair.

"Thanks but Kay will be fine. She will be." Jason whispered, burying his face on Gwen's shoulder, inhaling her scent. "What about you? How are you holding up? How's your mother?"

Pulling away from their embrace, Gwen shrugged slightly. "She's fine. The doctor says she has a small cut on the side of her head. She needed a few stitches but the painkillers will help. Julian is with her now." She explained wearily.

"Oh, no, I forgot!" Miranda gasped out loud.

The couple turned their attention to the redhead. "What is it?" Jason asked somewhat impatiently.

"I forgot to call Mom and Dad." She exclaimed, hurriedly rising from her seat. "I have to go call them."

Jason caught her wrist and held it firmly. "Maybe you shouldn't, Miranda." He suggested quietly. "You're going to worry them when Kay could wake up any minute now."

Miranda shook her head at him as she yanked her wrist back, her green eyes flashing. "Jason," She hissed coldly. "I know you're trying to be optimistic. You don't want to think of the worse but....but what if we lose Kay? Mom and Dad have to know. They have to be here. They would want to be here. Kay is like a daughter to them. They will never forgive if we don't call."

"She's right, Jason." Gwen whispered solemnly, looking at him with sympathy. Gwen knew how much Kay meant to him. She knew how much he refused to even think of letting her go. Kay was his best friend. Sighing, Jason nodded bleakly and watched Miranda walk off.

"How do I fix this, Gwen?" He asked as he shoulders slumped in defeat. "How do I make this right again?"

"Oh, Jase. You can't. I know you want to fix things but whatever happens now, we have to leave it to the law."

"Law?" He drawled acrimoniously, the words rolling off of his tongue like poison. "What law, Gwen?" Jason didn't like how the police officers handled the case, he didn't like their lack of initiative but then again, Kay was never one to follow rules especially in Harmony so it didn't seem too surprising that she would not be protected by it. "I should never have let her go through with coming back here."

"Jason-"

"She was my responsibility. I should have seen this. I was supposed to protect Kay. I was supposed to make sure she was alright." He moved away from Gwen and stood up, pacing. "We should have stayed in New York."

Gwen furrowed her eyebrows, marring her forehead with a frown as she folded her arms of her chest. "Stop blaming yourself for something you had no control over, Jason. And Kay is a grown woman, not four years old. She knew what she was doing."

"So what are you saying?" He hissed, glaring at her. "She had this coming?"

"No!" Gwen protested, suddenly becoming consumed by irritation. "What I'm saying is that it is unfortunate that things have turned out this badly but self deprecating will not help Kay. And I am trying to help you here."

"So what am I supposed to do? Stand? Wait?"

"Yes!" She hissed through gritted teeth. "Yes, Jason, you're supposed to wait like the rest of us, like Fox in there. You care about Kay, I know that, but what's done is done and all we have now is the hope that she and her babies live through this. You're miserable enough with how it is, Jase, making yourself feel worse will not change anything." Tense, cold silence fell between them and Gwen almost regretted what's she said but she knew it had to be done. If they were going to survive this night, they all had to stop blaming themselves and each other and be there for Kay. "I'm going to check on my mother. I'll see you later." Gwen murmured and she walked off before Jason could utter another word.

Just then, Miranda returned with John who she had filled in on the way. "Mom and Dad are on their way." She quietly declared. "Where's Gwen?"

She was met with a shrug and sighing, Miranda took her seat, John followed and the three of them began their silent vigil for Kay and the twins.

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Grace took her cue when she saw Sam walk out of Jess' room in haste. She walked in, spotting her daughter immediately and Hank who was still standing by the side of the room, looking quite uncomfortable. "Can I have a moment with my daughter?" Grace asked quietly.

Hank nodded. "I'll be outside."

Grace gave him a small appreciative smile before turning to her daughter. "Jessica." She declared, slipping her hands into her back pocket. Why was she feeling uneasy around her daughter?

"Mom." Came Jessica's reply and she nodded at the older woman.

"How are you, Jess?" Grace asked, looking at her daughter's condition. She didn't look too bad compared to the grotesque images Grace came up with when she heard that the car her daughters were in dove into the water.

Jessica chuckled wryly, setting her lips into a slight sneer. "They have me handcuffed by I'm guess I can't complain." She replied sarcastically. "I'm guessing you heard I've been a bad girl. Is that why you're here, Mom?"

Grace sighed sharply, shaking her head. "Jessica, do you mind telling me what's going on?"

Her daughter paused for a moment and wondered if her mother was trying to trick her. If this was the police's way of getting her to screw up her story. "I thought they already told you." She replied.

Grace shook her head. "No, no one told me anything. John came to the house and had these crazy accusations. Now, you're handcuffed to the bed, there's police everywhere. I'm worried about you."

Jessica sighed, nodding quietly. "Well, I guess you're going to hear this from me."

"Okay."

"I kidnapped Kay, Mom. I grabbed her out of her bed and kidnapped her." She watched as her mother's face contorted as a few emotions went through her.

"So it's true then?" Grace practically screeched in horror. "Jessica, why would you do something like that to your sister?" She began to pace anxiously.

"Kay stopped being my sister a long time ago." Jessica muttered firmly. "You won't understand even if I tried to explain it. I tried to explain it to Daddy and Uncle Hank but they didn't get it. Just know that I had the best intentions in mind, okay. It doesn't look it right now but I really was trying to do the right thing."

"Oh, Jess." Grace whispered as she walked over to her youngest daughter and pulled her into a tight embrace. "How did it get like this? You were always the good one. You never did anything wrong."

Jess sniffled quietly as she pulled away from Grace's embrace. "You must be so ashamed of me."

"I'm just shocked and confused and worried." Grace whispered quietly, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't cry, Mom." Jessica said as the back of hr eyes began to burn with unshed tears. "It's over now. Kay will never hurt us anymore. You and Daddy and everyone in Harmony can finally be happy. You never have to worry about Kay coming after you."

"But Jess, you're going to prison and Kay....I don't even know what happened to her."

Jessica suddenly scowled. "How can you worry about her after everything that she has done to us? After she has ruined and hurt our family and friends?"

"Jessica, calm down-"

"I am not going to calm down, Mom! I did this because I loved you and Daddy and I cared. I cared that Kay was hurting all of us. I did this for you and you have the nerve to worry about her?!"

"Jess-"

"No!" Jessica yelled furiously.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hank demanded as he burst into the room.

Jessica was heaving and Grace was backing away. "Nothing." His niece whispered coldly. "She's leaving now." She was fuming and sending death glares towards her mother.

Grace opened her mouth speak but Jessica turned away to indicate that the conversation was over. "Let's go, Grace." Hank said, softening his tone.

Nodding and looking at her daughter one last time, Grace stepped out of the room downheartedly.

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Four hours later, chaos broke out in the ICU wing of the hospital. Arthur and Helena had arrived and were on a stand off with Grace and Sam. Ivy had reached the hospital as well, complaining about how she was always the last to know what is happening in town. Jason, Miranda and John were trying to calm everyone down while the police stood in the sidelines. Gwen went to stand by Fox who was asked to leave the room so the doctors could check on Kay. He was tempted to order everyone to leave. Julian was still with Rebecca and Alistair had sent in the troops; three body guards who looked more like mafia men.

Some nurses stopped to watch the commotion.

"Everybody, calm down!" Dr. O'Neil ordered crossly. Strangely enough, everyone silenced. "Can we try to be civilized?"

"I'll be civilized ones I see my daughter." Helena retorted coolly, glaring at the young doctor.

"You're daughter?" Grace echoed resentfully. "I carried her for nine months and I raised her. How dare you?"

The other woman narrowed her eyes at Grace and scoffed indignantly. "Yes, and then you disowned her while she was pregnant with your grandchild. She's no longer your daughter."

"I don't care what you say. Sam and I have been waiting here for almost four hours! We should see Kay first." Grace argued.

Helena huffed, ignoring Arthur who was trying to get her to back down. Helena Callaway never backed down, especially if it concerned Kay or her other children. "Now, that Kay is dying you suddenly care?" She glowered, placing her hands over her hips. "Where the hell were the two of you five years ago?"

"No one is dying here!" Jason and Fox simultaneously interrupted. They exchanged a look. Fox wished he could be with Kay already and away from everyone. He just wanted to be with her.

"Look, doctor, we should see her." Grace pleaded. "We're her biological parents."

"Who abandoned her." Miranda muttered icily, siding with her mother. She could not help but dislike Kay's parents. They acted so pure and kind when Miranda knew otherwise. Perhaps, she was biased to think so. She never knew Grace or Sam. She never met them until now but as far as Miranda was concerned, she didn't need too. Kay told her enough.

"It's hospital policy to let the immediate family see the patient." Dr. O'Neil said quietly. "But since this is an unusual situation, I'll let both families see her. I expect all of you to act accordingly. Kay's life is in danger and I don't think she'll appreciate all of you arguing now."

"Thank you." Sam said softly.

"I'll let you see her first." The Doctor declared as he stepped aside and led Grace and Sam to Kay's room.

Helena opened her mouth to protest but Jason interrupted her. "Mother, do not make a scene." He chided firmly, shooting her an annoyed look.

"This people are disrespectful." She hissed at him.

"Dr. O'Neil is right." He argued quietly. "They are Kay's immediate family. They have a right to see her as well."

Helena scoffed angrily. "Jason, how can you be so calm and defend these people when you of all people know Kay suffered by their hands?" She demanded angrily.

"Mother," He drawled icily as he rose from his seat and came face to face with her. "I am not defending anyone. And I am not calm but I am not going to throw a fit either. We will get to see Kay."

"How did this happen, Jason?" Arthur stepped in. "You were supposed to protect her."

"I know I was supposed to protect Kay but do you honestly think I would have foreseen a kidnapping and attempted murder?"

"You should have made sure she wasn't getting in trouble." He argued.

"Okay, this has to stop-" Gwen interrupted but Jason shook his head at her.

Jason glowered at his father, shaking his head in disgust. "You, father, were the one who sent her here. You knew how she never wanted to come back but you still pushed for it. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself!"

"Jason!" Helena hissed.

"No!" He protested. "How dare you come here and accuse me of not caring for her, of not being there when Kay needed me. I have tried my best to keep her from harm's way but she would never have been in this if she was never forced to come here!"

"Enough!" Fox hissed, interrupting all of them. He was not going to stand by and watch them fight it out any longer. "Kay is fighting for her life and all you can do is blame each other? She cares about you and this was none of your fault. Jessica kidnapped her. She is the enemy."

"I knew it." Helena whispered in disgust. "I knew you were bad news from the beginning."

"Excuse me?" Fox retorted angrily. How dare Helena accuse him when all he did was love Kay.

"You." She hissed, practically stabbing Fox with the coldness in her voice. "You got her into this mess. You should have stayed away from her!"

"Mother, enough!" Miranda chided angrily. "This is not Fox's fault."

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's not." Gwen intervened, siding with her friend. "Fox loves Kay and he would never wish her harm."

"That's right." Miranda backed her up. "And this is not Jason's fault either, Dad. This is no one's fault."

Jason sighed, shaking his head at the state his family was in. They were falling apart at the seams. They were turning against each other like a pack of rabid dogs.

Suddenly their argument was interrupted Grace and Sam yelling from Kay's room. Something had gone wrong. Fox ran inside, his heart beating so fast it made his chest hurt but Dr. O'Neil and the nurses were ushering everyone out of the room.

"What happened?" Gwen asked Grace and Sam.

"She....she's.....gone." Grace whimpered and Sam pulled her into an embrace as he wiped his own tears.

Then Kay's ICU room fell into deathly silence and Dr. O'Neil stepped out, his head hung in defeat as he shook his head at the group. "I'm sorry." He said, truly, deeply apologetic.

Somewhere in the distance Alistair was laughing.

A/N: DON'T HATE ME. THERE'S A REASON FOR EVERYTHING THAT I DO. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. IF YOU WANT AN HINT ON WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT, FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME. BUT YOU HAVE TO REVIEW OR I WONT GIVE ONE. NEW RULE, SORRY.