A/N: Sorry it been so long… I been sick… like I was in the frickin hospital sick. I wrote… in my notebook… and today is the first day I had a chance to write… talk to u all soon…

Dom looked up, his eyes big, puffy, and his heart heavy. The love of his life was in surgery. They didn't know if she would make it. Mia and Brian were sitting to the left of him. They couldn't help him. Brian looked as if he was going to kill himself if anything happened to her. Dom didn't care about Brian, Mia, the team… anyone at that particular moment, except for Isabella, his precious Isabella.

Leon was sitting to his right. He was twiddling his thumbs through a woman's magazine. The music to 'It's getting hot in here' by Nelly started playing from his cell and he answered it quickly.

"Upstairs, 4th floor… in the waiting room… number 2… alright see you in a sec… I've been thinking about you too… well I'll see you in a sec," Leon said. "Dawn's here." Was all he said.

Dom closed his eyes and relaxed into the plastic chair. The images of Isabelle played here and there. When he finally opened them an hour had passed. Leon and Dawn were no where to be seen and Mia and Brian were cuddled on the floor sleeping.

Dom shook his head as a doctor came in. He got up and walked over to the doctor and they stepped outside as to not wake up anyone.

"What's going to happen?" Dom found himself saying.

The doctor nodded. He couldn't bring himself to chit chat with this man. This man, Dominick Toretto was the King and when he asked for something he received it. "Isabella is in stable condition at the moment, but that can change. We had to put her into an induced coma. She has a tube down her throat to breathe. She will only be on that a couple of days until she can breathe on her own," Dom started to say something, but the doctor interrupted him. "Yes, you may go see her now. Room 546," the doctor said pointing down the hall way.

DOM'S POV:

I watched the rising and falling of her chest. It was the only thing to show that she was alive. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She only broke one rib… that one rip scratched her lung and she had to have a tube under her left arm to drain the blood. Her arm was in a cast and her face was bruised. Her head even looked swollen. The doctor said that she was lucky and goddamnit she was. I was lucky. We were all very lucky.

I moved the chair right next to her bed, "Izzy, your hands are so soft. I love you."

I rubbed the side of her hand, putting my head down to watch more carefully. I closed my eyes as sleep overcame me and I closed my eyes.