Disclaimer: The only thing related to the OC that I own is a box-set of DVDs actually now two that I ordered the second season.

A/N: OK so Chapter 6 is hither. Good thing… This should be pretty much really dramatic because of how the last chapter ended. Last night was Halloween. I went to a party Friday and drove around last night. So here you go, happy late Halloween.

Well maybe not so much. I've been sporadically writing. Wow.

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Kirsten felt tears fall down her face as she stared at the blank walls of her hospital room. The tears dribbled past her mouth and down her cheeks. Sandy watched from the doorway. He wanted to walk over and comfort his wife but he didn't think that it was possible. He finally got the courage to walk over to her and sat on the side of her bed.

He wiped one of her tears away and pushed her hair behind her cheek. He had to be careful because of the IV lines going in her hand. She suddenly reached out and threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into her neck. Sandy would have been jealous but he knew that Jimmy Cooper was her oldest friend. He was probably her best friend.

Ryan and Seth stood back in shock. They didn't know what to do. Sandy felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he took it as a chance to bolt out of the room.

"Hello?" Sandy answered shakily.

"Sandy?" he heard Julie Cooper's voice on the other end of the phone. It was obvious that she had been crying.

"Oh hi Julie, how are you?"

"I'm assuming you've heard by now and can answer that for yourself."

"That's true. I'm so sorry about everything. I'll stop by later to bring you some dinner."

"Thanks Sandy, but I was wondering…is there…is there any way that Kirsten could give the eulogy at the funeral?"

Sandy was shocked that Julie could talk about it so soon after the shooting. He assumed that it hadn't quite hit her yet. It was just a few hours since the shooting had happened and already Julie Cooper was planning the funeral.

"I'll have to talk to the doctor and Kirsten about that…I don't really know the answer," he told her truthfully, "I'll talk to the doctor first and then talk to Kirsten, and she's in pretty rough shape right now."

"Alright," Julie sniffed, "Call me back." With that the line went dead. Instead of walking back into the room to comfort his wife, he walked down the hallway and found a chair to sit in. He put his head in his hands as tears threatened to break through his eyes.

He heard someone approaching but didn't bother looking up to see who it was. What did it matter anyways? He looked up to see Kirsten's doctor standing over him.

"Sorry to bother you," the doctor began, "but your sons wouldn't let me in her room and I would possibly like to know what is going on."

Sandy looked up wearily at the doctor, "Kirsten's oldest friend was killed in another one of these sniper shootings. His wife…ex-wife…whatever they are…called and wants Kirsten to give the eulogy at the funeral. I know that she'll really want to but will she be able to?"

The doctor took a seat next to Sandy and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "With a wheelchair and an I.V. I think she would be able to go to the funeral without many difficulties. She won't have to use a wheelchair for much longer after she gets out of the hospital but with another surgery upcoming we have to keep her on the I.V."

"Thanks," Sandy told him, "Now all I have to do is ask Kirsten if she wants to, it will be hard on her."

"Let me know when she has decided," the doctor gave him the smallest hint of a smile, stood up and walked away.

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Kirsten lay on her side, looking towards the window. Sandy came over and gently sat down next to her.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey yourself," he replied, stroking her hair ever-so gently, "We need to talk." Kirsten gave him a glare and motioned for him to sit down.

"Yes?" she asked as a flame of pain soared through her hip. She flinched but when she opened her eyes there was no sign the flame even ever came through her.

"Julie wants you to give the eulogy," he began; he didn't know whether to start with what the doctor said.

Kirsten didn't say anything for a moment. Her eyes were distant. She looked up at Sandy and slowly nodded. She would do anything for her oldest friend.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep on it?" Sandy brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Yes, he is my oldest friend and I owe it to him," she looked away from Sandy, "But the question is…do you want me to? You are acting a little bit strange."

"He is your oldest friend and I think it would have meant a lot to him," Sandy told her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Have I gotten the doctor's permission?" she asked tentatively, "I'm not exactly in the best shape."

"I talked to the doctor earlier and he said you'd have to have the I.V. stand with you and you would also have to be in a wheelchair. If you are willing to do that then you will be able to go," Sandy explained.

"I'll do whatever I have to do to give back to Jimmy," she whispered.

The door slowly opened and Seth popped in, causing his parent's to turn towards the door.

"Hey…Ryan and I…we just went to see Marissa," Seth began, watching Ryan pop in the door behind him.

"How was she?" Kirsten asked with a little more confidence.

"She was really upset…just like you would expect," Ryan told her.

Kirsten and Sandy both sighed as Seth and Ryan eased themselves onto the bed and into a family hug. They needed something to hold on to.

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A/N: sorry it has been so long. Hopefully the new chapter will be soon.