A/N: Well here's the next chapter.

"Well..." he began. "She sustained some very severe injuries. Her knee was dislocated, and she had major bruising all over, particularly bad on her face and ribs, which several of were broken. She also suffered quite severe head trauma from the beatings. She lost a lot of blood, especially from the gunshot wound to her shoulder, that's partly why surgery took so long...it was hard to stop the bleeding. She flatlined twice on the table, we managed to get her back...but I'm afraid to say that she is in a coma."

The team looked devastated, they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

Danny swallowed and looked at the surgeon hopefully. "She will wake up soon though right?"

"It looks positive, but I'm not her doctor so I'm not certain. The doctor is with Miss. Spade at the moment, but she will be in to see you soon."

"Thanks." said Vivian smiling gratefully.

The surgeon smiled at the team and left the waiting room. He glanced back, hoping for their sakes that their friend would recover- he could see the obvious friendship and caring they had for each other.

Danny sank back down in the chair, he sighed sadly his eyes filling with tears. All his hopes and wishes that Sam would have been fine were lost. He knew it was a long shot after seeing her injuries but he had still wished that it was true. He would give anything for Samantha to be alright.

Vivian came and sat down next to him putting an arm round his shoulder.

He looked at her, unable to hide the pain and worry. She sighed. "She's a fighter Danny, she won't give up- not while we're all here for her."

"I hope you're right Viv." he replied flatly, his voice lacking the light-hearted manner that was usually present...it hadn't been there for days now.

He looked up and saw the distraught faces of the others, Jack and Martin staring into space, and Vivian staring at her hands, anxiously twisting her wedding ring around.

He wished with all his heart that Sam would wake up, help get rid of the looks on all their faces. Come on Sam, he pleaded as if talking to her. You wouldn't leave us. Please. His thoughts were interrupted by a woman coming in through the door. Danny leapt to his feet, hoping for some news. She smiled, "Are you the FBI agents?" she asked.

Danny and the others nodded.

"I'm Samantha's doctor."

"Is she awake yet? Can we see her?" Danny rattled off.

"As the surgeon told you, she is in a coma." she sighed. "Because of the seriousness of her injuries, we don't know when she will wake up- we have her under constant observation."

"She will wake up though?" asked Vivian frowning.

"She's in a critical state but we're hopeful that she will wake up."

Jack glanced at Martin, that didn't sound good.

"What would you say is the percentage of recovery?" Jack said eventually. Internally he cringed, but he wanted to know the truth.

"Honestly, it's about a 30-40 chance."

Danny's heart fell and he looked at the others in shock. Martin sighed, and felt his eyes fill with tears as he sank back down into the chair.

"One of you can see her quickly if you want?" offered the doctor. "She's in room 8, just down the hall."

Jack, Martin and Vivian all looked at Danny and he smiled gratefully before rushing out of the room.