The elevator ride and walk to Emma's room was fairly short considering the sheer size of Westside Medical. When the women arrived, Ellie knocked lightly on the door and slowly opened it, checking to see if Emma was awake. "Hey, Emma," She smiled at the older woman who was conscious, if not a little groggy from the anesthesia, "I brought a visitor with me."

Ellie stepped aside to allow Sarah to follow her into the room. Sarah took in her mom laying in the bed, a bruise on the left side of her face, including a black eye, her left arm in a cast which looked to already bear a few signatures, no doubt from the medical team who worked on and with her. She made her way to the right side of the bed and took a seat in the chair that was there, taking her mom's hand in her own, careful to not bump the IV attached to the older woman's forearm. "Hey Mom," She smiled softly at her.

"Hey, there's my beautiful little girl," Emma sighed, squeezing Sarah's hand slightly, "Where's my other girl?"

"Chuck has her, I wanted to make sure you were okay before I had him bring her in," Sarah gave a small shrug.

"I'm going to go get them from the atrium in a minute, but first I have to check you out, Emma." Ellie added, walking to the other side of the bed and using the remote to adjust it so that Emma was sitting, but in a slightly reclined position as opposed to laying down as she was when the younger women entered. Ellie made quick work of consulting Emma's chart for her most recent vital stats, satisfied that it looked as if the CNA had just left a few minutes before their arrival and had notated all the vital information. She then proceeded to check Emma's cognitive function and checked the dilation of the older woman's eyes to help rule out a severe concussion. Once she was done, she stepped back, notating her findings on Emma's charts, and putting the file back in the holder next to the door of the room before making her report.

"Alright, first off, Emma, are you okay with Sarah hearing what I have to say?" Ellie looked to Emma, who simply nodded in response, "Good, so, we should have your MRI back shortly to get a more complete picture of what is going on in that head of yours, but from what I'm seeing you aren't too bad off. You knocked your head against the glass pretty good, and you have a mild concussion, but that should resolve itself within the next few days. You will want to take it easy getting around, your whole left side is pretty banged up from the impact so your whole side is going to be pretty sore for a while as you heal. You suffered hairline fractures on both your ulna and radius, so you will need to wear the cast for a bit, luckily you are right-handed, so once we clear you to work, it shouldn't impact you too much."

"How long will she need to be out of work?" Sarah asked.

"Assuming nothing concerning comes up from her MRI, I would say a week, maybe two," Ellie shrugged, "Long enough to recover from the concussion and be able to move around without too much trouble."

"And just when will I be able to go home?" Emma looked up at the doctor.

"We want to keep you overnight for observation, so tomorrow mid-day at the earliest," Ellie advised them, "I don't anticipate needing to keep you here longer than that."

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Emma inquired.

"Just the usual stuff, if you start getting super painful headaches or frequent dizzy spells, call me or have Sarah bring you by, keep your cast dry, and let yourself relax and heal." Ellie's directions were not terribly surprising to Emma who had expected as much. "I know they have jokes about medical staff being the worst patients, but seriously, before you go back to work, I have to clear you. I'll do a home visit for you when you think you might be up to it, as I don't want you driving until I've cleared you, either."

"No chance of that happening," Emma snorted, "I'm almost scared to ask how my car is."

"The cops really didn't say anything about the condition of your car," Sarah shook her head, "It was more complimenting Chuck on how quickly he reacted to the accident. Apparently, he was a lane over from you and saw the whole thing."

Ellie cut into their conversation briefly to excuse herself and go get Chuck and Molly to bring them up. Once the ladies nodded their understanding, she slipped out and allowed them to finish their conversation.

"I thought I was dreaming that…" Emma murmured, "You know how your brain plays tricks on you, especially when you're scared. I thought because I was in fight or flight mode that I had heard a familiar voice rather than the actual voice of the first responder who responded to the accident."

"Chuck was first on the scene and made sure you and the other driver were okay," Sarah informed her, "The other driver was drunk and ran the red light. The detective who came by while you were in recovery gave us the number for a good personal injury lawyer." When I looked like her mother was going to protest, Sarah cut her off, "I know how you feel about people being overly litigious, Mom. However, the fact of the matter is that, in this instance, it's necessary. He's at fault, so his insurance needs to cover your medical bills, lost wages, and the cost of replacing your car. If what Chuck told me is true, your car will likely be totaled."

"I understand what you are saying, but isn't that a little petty?" Emma protested.

"No, mom," Sarah shook her head, "Even if he's never driven drunk in his life up until this point, the fact of the matter is that he was drunk and caused a potentially deadly accident. You were very lucky. If he had been going any faster or you had been further into the intersection when he hit you, you might not be around for us to have this conversation. He is responsible for his actions; he's already being charged with reckless endangerment. I'm not sure if that will come with any jail time or not, or just a fine; I'm not familiar with the penalties here for such a charge. Either way, it doesn't matter, either he or his insurance need to take care of your bills at the very least. I don't like it any more than you do, but sometimes it's necessary."

"Okay, fine," Emma nodded, "We can see if this lawyer you were referred to will take the case, will that make you happy?"

"Not so much happy as satisfied that it is the first step in making sure you get the aftercare and assistance you need." Sarah countered.

"Knock, knock," A warm voice came from the door as it slowly opened, revealing Chuck who walked in, with Molly on his hip and Ellie behind him.

"Grammy!" Molly shouted excitedly, causing Emma to wince a little, her response mirrored in a lesser degree by the other adults in the room.

"Sweetie, remember what we talked about in the garden?" Ellie got the little girl's attention, "Your Grammy hit her head really hard and it's making her head hurt so we need to use our inside voices, okay?"

"'Kay Auntie Ellie," Molly nodded, her blond pigtails bouncing with the motion.

"We also need to be very gentle with Grammy," Chuck added as they walked toward the bed that was now the focal point of the room, "She has a lot of boo-boos from her accident. You can sit on the bed and hold her hand or give her a gentle hug."

Molly nodded again then looked toward her grandma, "Kiss?"

"Of course, Sweetheart, I would love a kiss," Emma smiled as she watched Chuck set her granddaughter down on the bed and the little girl carefully crawl up along her right side, careful to not bump her. When she got closer, she slowly leaned over and placed a kiss on her grandma's cheek.

"Love you, Grammy," Molly told her, "Sorry you got boo-boos. Kiss and make better?"

"Maybe later, Baby," Emma cooed, "Right now Grammy is a little sleepy so I'm going to take a little nap. Did you remember to tell Mr. Chuck thank you for playing with you while Mommy and Grammy talked?"

"Yes'm" Molly beamed, proud she remembered to use the manners her Grammy had started to teach her. She saw her grandmother's eyes start to droop as the older woman started to nod off, so Molly gave her another kiss on her cheek, "Night, night," She whispered before crawling back to Chuck, "Up, please."

Chuck simply smiled and picked up the little girl. Standing quietly to the side as he watched as Sarah held her mother's hand and Ellie quickly adjusted the bed so that Emma was in a position a little more comfortable for the snooze she was about to take. He heard Sarah and Ellie discussing something quietly, and figured it had to do with Emma's accident, treatment, and what to expect during the stay and after Emma was released. Once Emma had fallen asleep, Ellie smiled at the young couple and advised them that Emma would likely be in and out for the rest of the day as her body needed sleep to help her to recover from her injuries and that the best thing they could do is go home and relax, maybe come back after dinner to visit a little more and say good night.

Sarah reluctantly acquiesced to Ellie's suggestion, not really wanting to leave her mother's side, but knowing full well there was really nothing she could do other than sit around and watch her mother rest. Besides, as patient and calm as Molly had been thus far, there's only so much boredom a little girl can take. Since it was quickly approaching dinner time, Chuck suggested they go to the local burger stand. Not only would it be a quick, simple, and rare treat for Molly, but it also had a play area in which Molly could entertain herself.

After exchanging a round of hugs with Ellie and receiving direction on where the best place to park was upon their return, the small quasi family unit made their way back down to the Emergency department and out to Sarah's car. Chuck, who still held Molly, opened Sarah's door for her and then proceeded to strap Molly into her own seat. A few minutes later found them pulling into the brightly painted and decorated fast food joint. Molly of course started getting excited as she recognized the cartoonish characters painted on the windows of the establishment.

Since Sarah and Molly were both seated on the same side of the car, Sarah made quick work of releasing Molly from the buckles and straps that held her secure in her seat. Boosting the little girl onto her hip, she joined Chuck to walk into the restaurant. The adults conferred over the order before Sarah went to take a seat next to the indoor play structure while Chuck placed their order. By the time Chuck had ordered, paid, and received a metal stand with a number on it, Sarah had already divested Molly of her shoes and the little girl was quickly crawling through the maze of tunnels and tubes. Before long, she'd made a friend and the two giggled joyfully as they continued to explore.

Chuck soon joined Sarah at her table, setting the number stand on the edge of the table and sliding in next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and letting her relax into him as they watched Molly and her new friend playing. Their food hadn't taken long to prepare and before they knew it a teenager in a loudly colored uniform came bearing a tray with two burger combos with fries and sodas as well as a box with the same cartoon characters the restaurant was known for beside which sat a small box of apple juice. He set down the tray and offered them condiments before collecting the order number and making his way back to the counter to collect and deliver the next guests' orders.

Sarah quickly found a highchair, as Molly was still a little too small for a booster just yet and brought it over to the table as Chuck distributed their food. It was at that moment that they heard a whimper coming from the play structure. Looking over, they could see though the plastic bubble window of a section that housed a slide that Molly, with a fearful look on her face, was crying as her little friend patted her shoulder trying to calm her. The adults shared a look before Chuck went into action, kicking off his shoes and heading toward the play structure. How he was able to not only fit his long frame into the slide and climb up it in stocking feet was beyond Sarah, but before she knew it giggles of two small children as well as the hearty laugh of a grown man could be heard echoing in the large plastic tube.

Sarah couldn't help but smile at how quickly Chuck had calmed Molly down and extracted her and her friend from the play structure by sliding down, both children held securely in his lap. The laugh that escaped her lips when she saw not only her daughter's fine blond hair, but Chucks dark curls standing on end from the static electricity generated from their adventures in the play structure was something she had desperately been needing since the moment Chuck called her and told her in the most serious tone she'd heard in their few months long relationship that there had been an accident and she and Molly needed to be ready to go upon his return. She watched as he gently explained to Molly's friend that it was time for Molly to eat now and gave them a high-five before scooping Molly up in his arms and carrying her over to the table, quickly sliding her into the highchair before taking a seat between Molly and Sarah and the table.

She couldn't help but wonder as she watched Chuck and her daughter interact, for the millionth time since they'd run into each other again, if this was how her life was going to be from now on. A small smile graced her lips as she chewed on her burger as she imagined a similar scene, only Molly was a little older, blonde hair pulled back in pig tails as she spoke quickly about something or another that had happened at school as Chuck grinned at her, asking her questions and encouraging her to keep telling her story as he also helped another child, one with dark curly hair, eat their meal as an overwhelming sense of peace and love flowed over and around them. She found that she rather liked and looked forward to the day her daydream became a reality and knew, in that moment, that she was ready for it, just as soon as he was.

Chuck looked over from arranging Molly's food in front of her and placing the straw in her juice box to find Sarah, a warm smile on her lips, eyes looking toward them, but slightly unfocused as if seeing another reality. He wondered if she was imagining the same thing he'd been finding himself imagining quite often as of late. A future with them, Molly, and another little one with dark hair and bright blue eyes, sometimes he saw a dog too, a spaniel or a lab, but no matter what form the hazy premonition took, it always involved the three of them and an addition that was the best of the two of them. He'd known for a while that she was 'it' for him but struggled with whether or not it was too soon. They'd only been back in each other's lives for a few months and he didn't want to scare her off by going too fast.

Suddenly, and idea came to him. Her birthday was coming up in a few weeks, he would take her to dinner and give her his mother's charm bracelet. Depending on how well the jewelry would be received would inform his next move, namely co-opting his sister for a day of shopping that he'd only done one other time in his life, but hopefully with a better result. Of course, this would be quickly followed by a covert visit with another prominent blond in their lives. Satisfied in this plan, he set to enjoying his own food, reaching over and giving Sarah a light squeeze of her hand to bring her back to reality.

Once everyone was finished eating, and Molly had been cleaned up, the trio returned to the hospital where Molly proceeded to show her grammy the new toy she'd gotten with her meal. As it was already past the little girl's bed time, the visit was brief, a quick good night, hugs, and kisses all around before they departed once again for the Walker home where the adults worked in concert to quickly bathe, change, and dress the little girl before singing her to sleep and laying her in her crib to rest for the night. It had been a long day for the both of them, and Sarah wasn't feeling up to being alone, so after sharing a glass of wine, the two quietly made their way back to Sarah's room and passed out. Each dreaming of what their future would hold.