Bug ran to get a gurney to put the man on. He found Jordan in autopsy listening to blaring headphones, oblivious to everything around her. He went over and yanked the headphones off her ears.

"HEY!" Jordan whirled around. "What's the big idea?"

"The big idea! I'll tell you what the BIG IDEA is! Some crazed Russian came looking with a gun for Nigel and ended up shooting Julia when she stepped in front of Nigel. Now she's telling us that the bullet is emitting some sort of toxin that leaves us all contaminated for 24 hours, forcing all of us into quarantine. Nigel's hysterical to the point of being completely dumbfounded and nodding at anything said to him, even though he doesn't quite get it. I've never…" Bug stopped, his face showing deep concern and a bit confused, "I mean, yea, it's his niece, but he's seen people shot before. He's just so…I don't know. I've never seen him this rattled and…"

"And what?" Jordan prodded.

"Scared."

After being prodded by Garret and Lily, Nigel finally stood up. The room spun in his eyes, causing the lanky Brit to almost loose his footing. Garret and Lily steadied him.
"Woody, can you give us a hand here?"

"Sure thing, doc."

Lily quickly got sheets and went to spread them over the couch in Garret's office. She turned to see Woody carrying Julia into the office and Garret guiding a wobbly Nigel and sitting him down in a chair next to the couch. Woody gently put Julia down onto the couch, keeping a careful eye on her shoulder, trying not to make the wound any worse. Garret took more sheets, ripped them, making a makeshift bandage, and a pair of scissors and sat next to Julia. His eyes flitted from her to Nigel, trying to take in Nigel's behaviour.

"Alright, let's have a look. I'm going to have to cut your shirt." Garret said.

"I'm pretty sure it's already ruined." Julia said weakly, trying to smile, looking toward Nigel, checking on him. Garret smiled warmly. He cut the part of the shirt around her shoulder and the bullet hole away and looked at the wound.
"Lily, can you get…"

Lily walked back into the room. "I brought some alcohol and hot water. Thought you might need it."

"Good thinking." He turned back to Julia. "Ok, this is gonna sting." He sponged hot water around the wound, cleaning the area. When he went to the point of entry, he switched to an alcohol-drenched sponge. Julia winced silently. Garret continued cleaning the wound. It kept bleeding slightly. He frowned.

"Well it's clean, but that bleeding needs to stop. Lily, can you come put pressure on this, I'm going to go check to see what Bug's doing."

Lily sat with Julia and Nigel while Garret and Woody left.

"Hey Nige, are you alright?" Lily asked after a while. There was no reply. "Nigel? Nigel!" Lily snapped her fingers in his face. He jerked.

"Oh. Lily. Did you say something?"

"Are you alright?"

Nigel stared at her blankly. "My niece just took a bullet that was meant for me. I don't know why he wanted me. I don't even know who he was. I don't know what's going on." He turned to Julia. "How is she?"

"She fades in and out. The bleeding is barely there anymore but it still hasn't completely stopped."

"Why don't you ask me?" a weak voice said.

"Julia" Nigel turned to her, his voice warm, but still shaky. "How are you feeling?"

"Been better. Sorry for causing trouble."

"Come now, don't be foolish. It wasn't your fault."

"I shouldn't have come"
"Of course you should have. I may have been a baby earlier but I'm here now. I'm going to take care of you, don't you worry."

Lily shifted to the side. "Nigel, you want to hold this for me? I think you two could use some alone time."

"Thanks, luv."

Lily went to autopsy. Everyone's face was pale.

"What's wrong?"

"The bullet," Garret explained, "we tested the bullet. The chemicals in the formula don't just affect people around it after it's been shot."
"Ok….." Lily said, still confused.

"It's attacking her, internally, breaking down normal necessary functions, particularly the circulatory and immune systems. The shot wouldn't normally kill her."
"Wouldn't normally kill her?"

"It needs to be taken out before any more damage is done. Either way, it doesn't look good."

Lily was silent.
"Who's gonna tell them?"
"Do they really need to know?" Woody wondered out loud.

"She's dying from a poisoned bullet. Wouldn't you want to know what was happening to your niece?"

"Well you said the bullet needed to come out, right?"
Garret answered, "Yes, but we can't leave or bring anyone in for another 22 hours."

"You guys are doctors. Can't you do something?"

"We're not that kind of doctor"

"Well we have to do something!" Bug burst out in frustration. "She's dying anyway, we might as well try."
"Operate? The closest any of us has come to that lately is an autopsy, there's a difference there." Garret said, frustrated.

"He'll want you to try! If you won't, I will." Bug was now raging. "He's like a brother. I can't just sit here and let him watch his niece die."

Garret sighed. His coming answer went against all his common reasoning. "Alright, but we do it together. Everything, including telling them."