Hey everyone. Thanks again for all the likes and reviews! Each one keeps me motivated to keep writing! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Still don't have a medical background so I apologize for anything that may be wrong. I still have A LOT planned for this story so you guys are still enjoying it!

After about an hour, Adam faked tired in an attempt to get Kevin to leave. His head was spinning and all he really wanted right now was to be left alone.

Kevin was reluctant to leave his friend. He knew Adam had a tendency to spin out when he received bad news, but visiting hours were over in an hour so he took the hint and left.

Once Kevin was gone, Adams head really went wild. The news was even worse than he anticipated. He had a feeling Will was going to tell him he couldn't return to the field, but to not even be able to hold a desk job? He didn't know how well he would do on 100% disability. He was an active person who did not do well with nothing to do.

He started weighing the pros and cons of everything. He knew he had to tell Kim, but he wanted to have everything figured out before he did, or at least mostly figured out.

He started with the pros of not getting the surgery. Right now, he was not paralyzed. He would walk again independently. He also wouldn't have to undergo another surgery. He's had a few minor ones throughout his life and always hated the way he felt after waking up from the anesthesia.

After the pros, he weighed the cons. If he didn't get the surgery he would no longer be able to work. At this point he had basically given up all hope of being a cop again. He wasn't happy about it, but he knew the odds were slim to none. The thought absolutely crushed him but it was a reality he had to face.

As he was going through the cons, Will walked in for his last check before his shift ended. He noticed the look on Adam's face and could tell he was deep in thought. "Want to talk it out?" He offered.

Adam snapped out of his thoughts at Wills offer and just looked at him. "I don't know what to do."

Will hated the tone in his friends voice. Seeing Adam so deflated seemed so unnatural. He pulled up the empty chair that Kevin had been sitting in and sat by Adam. "I'm not gonna try to tell you what to do, but I can answer any questions you might have."

Adam thought for a second. He had a ton of questions and figured he might as well have them answered while he was alone so that no one was there to try to influence his decision. "Why wouldn't I be able to work a desk job?"

"I'm not saying you couldn't work a desk job, but it is highly recommended that you don't. One wrong move Adam, that bullet can shift and drop you to the ground. You could twist around wrong or try to pick up something too heavy. Something that simple could do it."

"Couldn't those things happen anyhow? And what would be considered too heavy?" Adam asked.

"They could, but you would be more likely to do it if you were working. You throw yourself into the job, man. You could be so focused on something that you don't even think about what you're doing until it's too late. As for what would be too heavy. We would recommend nothing over 20 pounds."

"20 pounds?" Makayla weighed more than 20 pounds. He'd never be able to pick her up or carry her to bed after she falls asleep on the couch again. "So, what am I supposed to do? Go fish off Navy pier for the rest of my life?" He asked sarcastically.

"20 pounds might even be pushing it. And I don't recommend fishing either." Will watched his friends mood drop even lower. "Maybe something less physical." He suggested knowing full well how difficult even the smallest fish can be to reel in.

"I can't even fish." He scoffed. "So, what exactly is the point of leaving the bullet if I can't do shit?"

"You would be able to walk." Will answered quickly.

"What's the point of walking if I don't have anywhere to go? What am I gonna do… walk from the bed to the couch then back to the bed every day for the rest of my life? That ain't me Will. I'd go crazy." He knew he was being a bit dramatic, but at the same time he meant it.

Will didn't have the answer Adam was looking for so he just didn't reply to it.

"What if I do get the surgery? Can I do all those things? Could I work a desk job?"

"It's a very risky surgery. There is a higher chance of you becoming paralyzed by trying to remove the bullet." Will began to explain.

"But only from the waist down right?" Adam couldn't even believe he was considering the surgery knowing full well what the outcome could be.

"Correct." Will responded.

"And I'd be able to work to work a desk job?" Adam was really starting to question his pain meds now. Never in a million years did he think he would be so desperate to work a desk job. He was never a desk job type of guy but it beat the alternative of doing nothing. At least he would be able to keep his mind busy.

"You would. There would be no risk of the bullet shifting and paralyzing you, since you would already be paralyzed." Will hated being so straight forward but he wanted to make sure Adam knew the very realistic consequences that could come out of getting the surgery.

"But there is also a possibility that the surgery is successful?" Adam questioned with just a bit of hope in his voice.

"That is a possibility, yes. It's a small chance, but still a chance."

"And if it was successful, what would I be looking at?"

"Most likely, a full recovery, but it would be a long, rough recovery."

"A full recovery? I could do everything I did before?"

"Over time, yes. It is believed you could do everything you did before. But I want to make myself clear, that is a very small chance." Will wanted to make sure he didn't give Adam any false hope. He wanted him to know his options, but in no way was trying to sway his decision one way or another.

Adam sat silently, taking in everything Will just told him. He definitely had a lot to think about, but he was pretty sure his decision was already made.

"Like I said, there is no rush in making a decision. I'm sure Kim will be back tomorrow. Talk it over with her. Don't make this choice alone."

Adam just thanked Will for answering his questions but had no plans on taking his advice. He knew what Kim would tell him and he also knew it wasn't the choice he was leaning towards.

Before leaving, Will did his last check over Adam, seeming content with how everything looked. "How's the pain? You need any more pain meds? Might help you sleep." He suggested.

"I'm okay, Will. Thanks." He was in pain, and he did sort of want the pain meds, but he didn't want anything else clouding his judgement. He had a very big, potentially life-changing decision to make and he wanted his head as clear as possible for it.

Will just nodded. "Get some rest then. I'll see you tomorrow."

Adam promised he would as Will left, but it was a promise he wasn't able to keep. He was up for hours, going over everything in his head. Restarting his pros and cons list. He really didn't want to be paralyzed, but he also didn't want to have to live the rest of his life sitting around doing nothing.

Finally, around 4 AM, the night nurse returned for her third check of the night. Each time she was surprised to see Adam awake. She could tell he was in pain and extremely tired each time she entered the room, but he would refuse any sort of medication to help.

At this point, she refused to take no for an answer, explaining to him that he NEEDED to get some sleep.

Adam was now extremely cranky. He had been trying to sleep for hours but every time he closed his eyes, his mind went wild again. He almost accepted the pain medication the last time the nurse entered the room, but he didn't like the way they made him feel so he hoped he was tired enough to be able to fall asleep without it.

This time though, despite still not wanting it, the nurse very easily talked him into accepting some and by 4:30 he was out like a light.