Author's note: Hi everybody! I am a big fan of the Virgin River series and the book. That is the reason why I wanted to share my thoughts with the other fans. I am Hungarian (and English is not my mother language), so I often make mistakes and I apologize for in advance. By the way I hope my stories are understandable! Have fun!

These fanfiction stories are based on seasons 1 and 2 of the series and sometimes on the book (Virgin River). You may experience differences because the book and the series are different from each other in many times. If you haven't seen the series yet, don't read these stories. If you only watched the series, you will have some weird parts due to my mixed (book-series) imaginary world. Still, I hope you like it.

The last thing I saw

Mel was pushing the towel to Jack's body. There was no fear, no shock, just simple nurse practitioner skills. She was totally professional. Did not show any negligence or deficiency. The woman treated the man like with any other patient. Though she knew the man in her arms was the one she was in love with. Whom loved more than anything. He was laying with a shot wound around his hips. Whit what a wound. Blood spilled out strongly, and despite of Mel's pressure, it quickly left Jack's body.

She immediately called the ambulance and then the Doc as well.

- Hey Doc. It's Mel. I'm in Jack's. Jack was shot. Still alive, but he's lost a lot of blood.

Then she hung up the phone.

The Doc and Hope were near to the bar after they had to go for a walk to clear their minds. Well, they escaped from their party. They rushed. The Doc immediately knelt beside Mel and tried to make a pressure bandage with his own belt and some towels. Then he turned to her.

- Everything will be fine! Jack's strong! Strong because he loves you little lady. You are the best thing in his life! You really think that he's ready to give it up? Give you up? No! He is a fighter!

The helicopter of the Grace Valley Hospital arrived. Jack was placed on a stretcher and then attached to the interior of the helicopter.

- Family members? – the ambulance man asked.

- Yes! - they replied at once.

- She's his wife! (Hope pointed at Mel.) She is a nurse practitioner!

- OK! You can come! Others come with car to the Hospital.

And they were all on their way.

- His blood type?

- 0+. – she answered.

Mel thought this is an important fact, after they were abducted by drug dealers and she had the knife accident. That's for safety's sake, she asked Jack about his blood type while they were driving home once. Easy to remember. It is very rare and matched with Mel's blood type. This similarity made their relationship even more special... Mark's blood type was AB+.

- Your blood type?

- Same. – she was still calm. Not like last time. She knew there was no time for panic. She had to help, to keep her love safe and most of all, alive.

- Special. Two rare ones form a pair. This is fate. – the man whispered.

- Can I help anything? I know how to do. It's my job!

- No! We did what we could. The rest depends on the surgeons. We will arrive soon. Hold his hand until then, because you can't go to the surgery.

Mel squeezed Jack's hand. She felt it cold and that was very unusual for her. That's how she held their hands for a while. Then Mel felt something pleasant in his palm. It was Jack. He squeezed her hand back. His eyes were still closed, and he was weak, but the man wanted to let her love know that he felt her by his side.

He was pushed into the emergency operating room at the hospital. Mel held his hand while they were rushing down the hall when Jack opened his eyes. That was the last thing he saw...At least, before the surgery. Mel's pair of eyes with tears and full of hope...

That was when the fear overcame her. Deficiency and dread. She was totally in shock. She fell to the ground with her tears in front of the door and was there until Doc and Hope run to her.

She felt it was just a minute. She was just stroking her palm. Her lover was the last who touched it. Mel could smell whiskey and blood on it. All his thoughts were on Jack. They sat in silence for about 2 hours. Mel laid her head on the Doc's shoulder while the two friends were hugging her. Vernon looked at his wife. Hope silently shaped the words.

- We should call Preacher.

The man nodded, then placed his palm on Mel's head.

- You remember what I said at the bar?

Mel shook her head like a nodding.

- Great! Keep in mind!

AFTER A WHILE

Preacher broke into the building like into the battlefield. He was panting and covered with sweat. His seeker's gaze caught Hope's face.

- Who did? – Preacher asked.

- Have no idea. - replied Hope.

- I'll get on to. I'll find that rat. I'll kill that rat.

- Don't do anything stupid! One friend is just enough! – told the Doc.

- Mel! I think you know who did this. I think I know who did this too.

She looked deep into his eyes. He looked like a man, who was stabbed in his heart. Somebody tried to kill his best friend. More, his brother from another mother. He couldn't stand it further. The brotherhood burned in him.

- Jack wanted to arrange Calvin. That's why he talked to Spencer. Calvin wanted to get rid of Spencer... you know, had Brady to do it, as a warning. Don't venture into the pot camp anymore, or something like that. Jack didn't. But I did. I couldn't stand that Jack blamed himself for Spencer's death. So I went to Brady to find out what happened to him. He's alive and his family too. Brady put them onto a bus, then gave Mike's phone number. Calvin probably got wind of something, that I was near the camp and this is my punishment.

Preacher had a strange feeling. Something like grace, forgiveness for Brady. Then he left to make a phone call.

- Hey Mike! It's Preach. The Sergeant was shot. They are fighting for his life now. According to Mel, Calvin's men did.

- OK! I'm on my way! - reply came from the phone.

The speechless brother turned and looked at Mel. Like an enraged lion ready to attack. There was no explanation, no friendly hug. His gaze told her everything. - He will be fine. I'll find the culprit. I'm taking revenge on him!

- I gotta go. Call me if he is out of the surgery. Please! – and he left the hospital.

Two more hours. Even more silence. Even more tears. She slowly fell asleep on Doc's shoulder. She stood in a field in her sleep, a few feet in front of Jack. She turned and saw the man stretching out his arm toward her. Suddenly a loud noise took over everything. Blood drenched Jack's clothes, then he collapsed.

That was the moment she woke up. At the same time, a doctor came out who was helping in Jack's surgery.

He was tall, with gray hair, in a green hospital gown from head to toe.

- Ma'am! You're his wife, aren't you?

Mel hesitated, then replied. Yes!

- You have the same blood type, as far as I know. Right?

- Yes!

- Please come with me.

She followed the doctor to a smaller ward.

- Blood is needed. Not much, but due to the rare blood type and blood loss, 2 more bags of blood are needed. This is twice the usual dose. Are you willing to do it for him?

- I am willing to do anything for him!

The woman was escorted back to the waiting room to her friends.

- What did they want?

- Blood. 0+. They ran out of it.

- How much did you give?

- Twice the usual amount.

- Aren't you dizzy? Are you alright? Hope! Bring a soft drink and some sweet food from the vending machine. – Doc directed her.

Then he examined Mel's face and then palpated her pulse.

Hope gave her the soft drink, but she didn't want the chocolate. She couldn't eat in this situation. The scared woman also wanted refused to drink, but she didn't just to avoid dizziness.

She counted the minutes. Mel had to divert her attention from Jack. No time to fall apart again. She couldn't afford to be weak. Her man would expect braveness from her too.

It has been 5 hours since arrival. 5 torturous hours. Everyone just sat and looked in front of themselves.

The doctor came out again. His face was covered in sweat. His skin was wall white, adorned with red lines caused by his protective gear.

- He lives! It was difficult. It was very difficult to keep him alive. If you don't donate blood, he cannot be with us anymore. You can be proud of yourself Ma'am!

- Can… can… can I go in? Can I see him?

- You must wait a bit. He's being taken to his room now. Just hold on a little longer. – replied.

Mel looked at Hope. Then she sighed a huge.

- I'll stay here with him all night. – said.

- Okay darling! We're going home, and in the morning, I'll get you clean clothes. Call me if you have anything. We'll notify Preacher.

Small pause. The old lady stroked the woman's hand, then looked into her eyes.

- Uhmm, Mel! What about Charmaine?

- She needs to be told. Has the right to know. – replied.

- I'll call her!

- Thanks!

I hope you liked and understood my story. To be continued...