Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali.

The doors whoosh open and Carter shoulders his way through the waiting room, and through the other doors. Doctors rush to us and I cling to Carter tightly. People touch my arms, stroke my back and I try not to wince because they are only concerned.

"Leave her be! Get back to work!" Dr. Weaver's voice sounds out, scaring everyone away. "Carter take her to Trauma 1."

He walks down the hall and I lift my face from where it was buried in his chest, which is completely soaked from my tears. "John where is Abby?"

He looks at me and smiles his gentle smile.

"She's right here," he says, opening the doors and nodding into the room.

My head snaps the other way and I stare at my big sister. Her eyes are teary and her lips tremble as she smiles. I squirm out of Carter's arms and leap into Abby's. My sister, whom is only 2 inches taller than me, swings me around and sobs freely.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" she demands, cupping my faces in her hands.

I nod frantically, throwing my arms around her again. Carter places his hands on my waist and pulls me away from Abby and onto the gurney.

"Go to sleep now," Abby whispers, stroking my cheek as Carter starts a line on me and pushes something in. My eyes are instantly heavy but I have to know.

"That man…?" I mumble.

"….I'll find out," a soft voice answers.

………………

I wake up in the Trauma room alone. I take a moment to recall what happened and see that in the next room there's a body. I already know, but I must check.

Sliding off the gurney I creep across the room and move through the doors, pulling my IV pole along with me. The blanket is pulled up over his head and I tremble all over as I pull it back. Sure enough, Larry's face is behind it. Cold and pale.

Backing back into my room I turn to the garbage can and throw up. Then as I calmly as possible, I walk out into the hall. Which is a very big mistake. The media has gotten in and I'm pounced on in an instant.

"Kali did you shoot Larry Botler?"

"Was it self-defense or anger?"

"Were you raped?"

Questions hit me and I back towards my room, but they're in my face and a few follow me in.

"Security!" a loud authoritative voice screams. Immediately the reporters and cameramen retreat. What's left is a shaking me and a worried-looking Kerry.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. We're working on getting them all out," she explains, hesitantly coming towards me and wrapping me in her arms.

"Dr. Weaver, I didn't mean to…" I break off when the tears come and I start shaking again.

START KERRY'S POINT OF VIEW

The teen in my arms sobs quietly and I realize she's talking about the robber that was shot. Then the mother in me kicks in.

"Shh, shh it's okay. You're okay now, it's not your fault," I say soothingly. My cane has fallen but I say sturdy and hold Kali because, if I let go, I don't think she can hold on.

END KERRY'S POINT OF VIEW

I don't know how long we stand together but finally I realize that all my weight is on her and she doesn't have her cane. I back off but she doesn't quite let go. Her arm stays around me and guides me to my bed.

"I put your son in danger, I'm so sorry Dr. Weaver," I sadly admit.

"You had no control over that, you saved his live," she tells me.

I shake my head and tears form around my eyes… again!

"Dr. Weaver…" I start.

"Kali, you can call me Kerry you know. Now go to sleep, I'll stay right here," she interjects, pushing something into my line to help me sleep. Pulling up a chair beside my bed, she holds my hand and I start to drift off.

"Kerry, where did my sister go?" I whisper

I manage to get a sad smile from her before my world goes black.