October 9th, 2004

Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Pratt. It was a wonderful feeling to finally be married. Jing-Mei felt like they were a real family now.

"Daddy! Your daughter wants you!" Jing-Mei said as she began to put the groceries away. Portia was whimpering and soon began to bawl.

"I got her." Greg sighed deeply. Her crying was starting to get to him. Babies shouldn't cry this much. They should be quiet. It more fun being quiet. "Portia, hush up please." She began to scream louder, "I think she's hungry." Jing-Mei sighed.

"All right. Give her to me." Jing-Mei sat down and removed her shirt. Greg walked into the kitchen and grinned brightly.

"We should be come nudists." He said. She laughed.

"No." She took Portia from her husband's arms and started to nurse her. Greg sat on a chair and watched them.

"When do you want to have more kids?" He asked.

"Oh lord. Let PJ grow up a little." Jing-Mei said as she nursed her daughter. Greg gave her a look.

"Come on. When?" He asked. Jing-Mei looked at him.

"Okay, it's 2004 so....I'll say 2007." She giggled. Greg sighed.

"That's so long away." He said.

"Enjoy PJ while she's still small, Darling." Jing-Mei said. "It goes too fast."

"Not fast enough sometimes." Greg got up and left the room. Jin-Mei sighed deeply.
"Daddy isn't mad at you. He's just tired and stressed." She said looking down at Portia. How could anyone be mad at such a beautiful thing? Portia began to calm down as he eyes fluttered shut. "Nap time." Jing-Mei got up and went into the living room. She placed Portia in her playpen to nap. She turned to Greg and narrowed her eyes, "If you want to have more kids with me, Gregory, your attitude needs to change."

"What are you talking about?" he asked with confusion.

"Well, You act like you don't care about having a daughter sometimes, Greg, and I'm sick of this." She said with a sigh.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Greg said.

"If you don't want Portia and I in your life just say the word and I'll leave." She said. Greg sat up.

"No no no." Greg said putting his hands up, "I don't want the two of you to leave." He took her two hands and pulled her close to him, "I'm sorry that you thought that, but I would be dead without the two of you here." Jing-Mei bit her lip.

"Really?" Jing-Mei asked him. Greg nodded with a soft smile. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.

"Yes. I love you and PJ with all of my heart." He kissed her softly, "I'm sorry that you thought other wise." Jing-Mei melted into his body and smiled.

"That makes me feel so much better." She whispered. Greg smiled as he held her. God, he couldn't imagine his life without her or Portia. That was such a scary though.

October 23rd, 2004

Greg yawned as he stared at the chart in front of him. He wanted to go home. He glanced at the coffee machine. If the nurses made it, it wouldn't be too good. Hell, if any of the doctors made it it wouldn't be too good either. No one knew how to make coffee here. He walked over to it and began a new pot. Susan walked in.

"Pratt, we need you out here." She said.
"I'm taking my break." He said.

"We really need you." Susan said softly, "There was an accident." Pratt looked at her. Susan looked sick to her stomach. His heart lurched in his throat.

"Is Jing-Mei and Portia all right?" He asked. Susan nodded.

"Yes, but um..." She looked down at her chart and back up at him, "Is Lilah Pratt any relation to you?" Greg swayed on his feet.

"That's my grandmother." he said. Susan sighed softly.

"You should come with me then." She said. Greg nodded slowly.
"What kind of accident was it?" He asked.

"A car hit her." Susan said. Greg took in a shuddery breath. "Her vitals are shaky, but she's alive." Greg stared at Susan.

"It's bad?" He asked. Susan nodded.

"Very." She admitted. Greg followed her to trauma one and that is when he saw his grandmother. Bile rose up in his throat. There was so much blood. She wasn't breathing on her own. He took in a deep breath.

"Have you called anyone yet?" He asked. Susan shook her head.

"No. I wanted to see if she was a relation to you first." She said. Greg nodded as he walked into the room.

"Gram?" He whispered.

"She hasn't said a word since being here." Susan said.

"Can you call Jing-Mei?" He asked.

"Of course." Susan whispered walking out of the room. Greg stared at his grandmother. She didn't look like the firecracker that teased him and laughed with him all the time. Greg sat there holding her hand. It felt like three hours, but it was more like twenty minutes.

"Greg?" Jing-Mei walked into the room.
"She looks so frail." He mumbled.

"She is." Jing-Mei walked up to him. She glanced at her grandmother in law. She looked horrible, "Has she woken up?"

"No." Greg whispered.

"Come on. Come get some fresh air." Jing-Mei said. Greg nodded slowly and got up. She took his hand and squeezed it softly. The two walked hand in hand outside. The cold air hit Greg's lungs hard. "She'll be fine, Greg."

"Maybe." He said glancing at her, "I'd like to find the person who hit her."

"Hit and run was it?" She asked. Greg nodded.

"Yeah." He said. Jing-Mei sighed deeply.

"They'll catch who ever did it, I swear baby." She said kissing his knuckles. Greg nodded.

"We should get inside." He said.

"All right. Come on." Jing-Mei led him back into the hospital. He saw Susan and john running into his grandmother's room. Nurses ran in after them.

"Oh God." Greg ran to the door and saw his grandmother was flat lined. His heart stopped in his chest, "Oh my god."

"Clear!" Susan cried as she shocked his grandmother's lifeless body. Tears formed in Greg's eyes. Susan shook her head. She glanced at Greg.

"Oh god." Greg whispered. Jing-Mei bit her lip. Susan glanced at the clock.

"Time of death. 17:05." She said. Greg burst into the doors.

"No!!" He snapped, "You didn't try hard enough!!"

"I'm sorry, Pratt. There was too much damage." Susan said softly.

"No!!" Greg cried.

"I'm sorry." Susan said. Greg started to cry. His strong manly front disappeared and he felt like he was five years old again. He began to hug his grandmother's body and sob. Susan lowered her eyes and walked out of the trauma room. She looked at Jing-Mei.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Thanks." Jing-Mei whispered as she stared at her husband. Her heart was breaking as she watched him. She couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling right now and frankly she didn't want to.

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