After Carrie opened her eyes it took her a few moments to figure out her surroundings, but then she saw Farrah, the cheery, too fucking brightly lit children's lounge and it all came flooding back.

"Hey.", Max greeted, still sitting on the small stool across the way.
"Hey.", Carrie muttered, sitting up as Farrah stirred.
"Carrie?"

"Hey, you sleep okay?", Carrie asked gently, then looked up, shot Max a look.
Nodding nervously he stood, stepped out of the lounge as Farrah sat up, frowned.
"Where...?"
"We're in the children's lounge at the hospital, Farrah."
"Hospital.."

When everything flooded back, the girl's lip began quivering.
"Oh."
Slipping an arm around her Carrie sighed, kissed the top of her head.
"How is Bear?"
"I'm not sure, honey."
"They...they take him away! On bed. With..wheels."
"Yeah. That's called a stretcher."

"He hurt..bad?"
Not knowing how to or wanting to sugarcoat something as serious as an injury from a shooting, one that Farrah all too likely had seen, Carrie bit her lip, nodded.

"Yeah. He was hurt badly. But right now the doctors are in with him and working to make him better.", she assured. But her stomach knotted up seeing Farrah's fearful expression turn to one of flat out rage.

"Khaliq...hurt...because, gun! He..hurt!", the girl spat as Carrie shushed her, rubbed her shoulder.

"Farrah, don't think about him okay? I don't want you thinking about him.", she pleaded. But could tell she wasn't having much of an impact.
"But it his fault! It all his fault! He..he hurt.."

Pulling Farrah onto her lap Carrie held onto her tightly. For both their benefits. She knew if her hands were free right now she'd be punching walls in with them.

"Honey listen. Just listen to me, okay?", she asked after Farrah pulled back and breathed a little, calmed down some.
"You remember the last time we talked about Khaliq? I told you that I was going to find him? Ask him questions and try and figure out why he did what he did?"
"Yes.", Farrah nodded.
"Well, right now because of what happened tonight, the police are doing that. They're going to figure things out and they'll make sure that Khaliq pays for what he's done."

Frowning now Farrah looked up, puzzled.
"Why not you? It..it your job.", she said matter of factly. Carrie was about to answer when she heard a tap on the glass of the picture window. Looked to see Maggie on the other side of it.

"Farrah just do me a favor and stay...", Frowning, she grabbed a crayon and a notepad off the table where Max had been sitting.
"Just sit here, draw a new picture for me okay? I'll just be out there with Maggie."
Once she got Farrah situated, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek she stepped out into the hall.

"What's going on? Is Saul out of surgery?"
"Carrie, look let's go somewhere else to talk, okay? Danny can come back down and stay with Farrah, I-"
"I don't want to go somewhere else!", Carrie snapped, then sighed, bowed her head.
"Just say it, okay? Wherever you tell me doesn't make a fucking difference."

When Maggie bit her lip, didn't immediately answer, looking up Carrie saw her puffy eyes and her stomach rolled again. Forcing her mouth to move her voice sounded small. Far away.
"He's dead."

"No! No, Carrie. No. Saul's not dead.", Maggie assured, but still had a pained expression on her face that sent Carrie's nerves through the roof.
"Then what?"
"They removed the bullet successfully. But, his heart stopped twice during surgery. They got it started again but..."
"But what?! Just say it!"

"He's in a coma, Carrie."

When she didn't respond, didn't move, Maggie walked up, tried to coax her into sitting on a nearby bench, but Carrie didn't budge. When she finally spoke her voice was soft but not as small sounding.
"How..long will he..."
"We don't know. Not yet. I tried to get more information but, I couldn't."

Nodding, her eyes welled up with tears but she'd be damned if they fell. Crying, breaking down, falling apart wasn't an option. Not now.

"I want to see him."
"Okay, we can do that. Mira put you on the approved visitor's list. But you're not going to have much time with him tonight."

Quickly Carrie nodded, set to head up to his room right then but paused. Turned back to look through the picture window.
"I'll sit with her. You go. Floor three.", Maggie said, hugging her.

Carrie held on tight for a moment or two before walking down the hall. Once at the elevator, the trip to the third floor was a complete blur. She only knew she was in the right place when she saw Max and Virgil and Danny by one of the vending machines.

Seeing her, Virgil and Danny approached while Max held back, bought another bag of M&M's.

"Carrie!", Virgil called as she turned towards him impatiently. Agitated.
"Mira just left Saul's room a few minutes ago."
"Okay. Well, thanks for the update!", she snapped as Danny walked over.
"Carrie, they probably won't allow any more visitors tonight."
"I'll only be in there for a fucking second, Danny. You can set a goddamn timer if you want."

"No, it's fine Carrie. Go on. You can have as much time as you need.", Mira said softly as she walked over, dried her eyes.
"Oh, Mira. Look if my being there cuts into your time with him, I..."
"It's alright. I need to go and make some phone calls anyway and, I don't want him to feel alone."

Nodding sadly, chin quivering Carrie gave her a hug, offered an apology but Mira wouldn't hear it. Kept insisting that he was just doing his job.

Not feeling any less guilty though at her words, Carrie sighed, slowly walked over to Saul's room. But a younger, shy looking nurse stepped in front of her. Blocked her path.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but visiting hours are ov-"
"I still have three damn minutes.", Carrie spat, brushing past her to open the door.

She didn't sit. Instead she stood in the corner shakily observing everything. He looked pale, frail, exhausted, far from peaceful. It was like he had actually died twice over.

She wanted to collapse in the chair by his bed and sob. She wanted to tear down the hideous framed artwork on the walls. Smash a hole in the window and in that ugly fluorescent light fixture on the ceiling.
She wanted to swear and scream until that nurse or Maggie or some fucking security guard showed up with a needle to sedate her.

But she didn't do any of those things. She just stood still, silent, hands still shaking, only to jump when she head the door open behind her.
"Sorry to cut into your two minutes but I wanted to..."
His voice trailing off Quinn sighed, shook his head bitterly.

"God fucking damnit."
"I thought you were helping the cops.", Carrie frowned.
"They didn't need my help. The fucker's in custody. But.."
"But what?"
"But, the Agency has a say in what..."
"You mean I have a say.", she corrected, turning to face him.
"Carrie..."
Before Quinn could say another word she was out the door, heading towards the elevator.

"Carrie, what the...", Danny sputtered, getting up.
"Where are you going?", he asked. Not getting an answer he rolled his eyes, ran up to the elevator she'd just called.

"I can't fucking believe you. You're just going to take off!"
"You and Mira and everyone are here with Saul. Maggie's with Farrah-"
"And what are we supposed to tell her when she asks for you?"

"That I'm out doing what she expects me to be doing, Danny. My fucking job.", she snapped as she got onto the elevator. Shutting the doors before he could say another word.