The ambulence arrived shortly after Cynthia called it in. They quickly checked his pulse and ushered him onto a stretcher.

Lisa's tears began sliding down her cheeks even quicker, her makeup now completely washed away. Her father and mother tried to console her but nothing would work.

Lisa didn't think she'd ever felt so scared. Her heart was pounding quickly, sharply in her chest.

"I want to go with him," she told the EMT. He shook his head.

"Sorry, I-"

"Dammit, I'm going with my husband," she snapped.

Her father helped her up and then took Tanya and her mother in his car to follow them there.

As soon as Jackson was in a room Lisa began to calm down a bit. She questioned the doctor thoroughly.

"We're not sure, right now, miss," he said exasperatedly. "He may have hit a major vessel but we need to dislodge the bullet. We're going to have to have an emergency procedure. Please wait outside and fill out the paperwork."

Lisa nodded numbly and went to sit in a hard plastic waiting room chair next to her father. As soon as she sank down she buried her head in his shoulder, something she hadn't done in years.

"It's my fault," she sobbed. "I made him promise he'd be there. He could have gotten help quicker if I weren't so self-"

"Lisa," Joe cut her off quickly. "Don't you dare start thinking this is your fault because it sure as hell isn't."

"Daddy, I can't-" Lisa choked out. "I can't lose him, I just..." she froze, remembering something, and began to cry harder.

"Leese, honey, what is it?" Cynthia asked from her other side.

"I didn't even tell him," she whispered. "I didn't-didn't even get the chance-"

"Hey guys," Jeff said breathlessly, running in. "How is Ja-" He paused, seeing the look on Lisa's face. "Lisa, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to Jackson," she rose and began to walk to his room. Her father took her shoulder.

"Leese, you can't, he's in surgery."

"Dad, dammit, I need to!" she knew she was acting like a child but she couldn't help it. She began pacing.

"Leese, you can't," Cynthia interjected.

"I have to!"

"Leese, you don't-"

"Hey," Jeff said quietly, taking her shoulder. "Come on. Let's go get some coffee."

Lisa looked up at him and sighed. "Okay."

They slowly made their way downstairs to the cafeteria. They drew many astare from passerby and Lisa wondered why until she looked down and remembered she was still in her wedding gown. She'd have laughed if she weren't feeling so distraught.

Once she had a few sips of some strong coffee she began to relax. They began their way back upstairs and Jeff finally spoke.

"You want to tell me what's going on?"

"Jackson got shot. They have to dislodge the bullet."

"No, I know that," he said gently. "I mean, you, pacing and all."

Lisa looked into his eyes, thinking. "I think I need to tell Jackson first."

He nodded. "Okay."

As they finally reached the waiting room Lisa turned to Jeff.

"Lisa," he said warmly. "He'll be okay. Jack always makes it through. Even with an additional shot and a hole in his throat." His eyes twinkled jokingly and Lisa laughed a little bit. He turned to open the waiting room door but Lisa stopped him.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."