**Don't kill me but this chapter is right in the feels and it's super angsty and I'm sorry. But... the team being all family like and loving on each other is what I life for. So here we have it.

Leanne's talk with Ethan may not have ended well, but she didn't have the time to worry over it. Because at 2:34 that morning she received a call from Noa saying that they were rushing Ethan to the hospital. All Leanne had understood was that he had a fever. A high fever. And that he was in immense amounts of pain. And that was all she needed to hear.

She had driven to Angels in her pajamas, not bothering to change, and she had been so shell-shocked that she couldn't even shed any tears on the way there. She just stared straight ahead out the windshield, her body on auto-pilot.

When she arrived, Mario had met her at the elevator and she had collapsed into his open arms, her sobs taking over when she saw the tears in the younger man's face. And she lost it. They stood there for a good ten minutes, clinging to each other, her crying only slightly more than him. And Leanne's heart was breaking into a thousand tiny pieces. Just like it had 6 years ago. Just like it had in every nightmare she had since.

"How bad?" She asked quietly, pulling away from the dark haired resident.

"Don't know." He whispered, rubbing her arms gently, whether to comfort himself or her, he wasn't sure. "They took him straight to surgery."

"Surgery?" Leanne's voice quivered, just like her hands, and she couldn't even put two thoughts together, much less two words.

Mario simply nodded, moving to wrap one arm around Leanne's shoulder, slowly moving them towards the elevator. Pressing the button for the OR Floor, he squeezed her tightly and offered her the best smile that he could muster. "Campbell's with him. Noa and Jesse too."

Those words comforted Leanne a little. Knowing that her friends would never let anything happen to him. Knowing that they loved him almost as much as her. And that he was safe with them. She nodded her head against Mario's shoulder and sighed, closing her eyes as they made their way up the six floors.

When the doors opened, she was surprised to see Angus pacing back and forth in the waiting room. Elliot and Rollie both sitting quietly in the hard chairs, their heads turned downward, only looking up when they heard the ding from the elevator.

"Leanne." Rollie jumped up, reaching out for the woman's hands, pulling her into his arms with a soothing whisper. "He's gonna be okay."

Leanne couldn't speak, she couldn't move, so she just stood there, her arms wrapped tightly around her dear friend's shoulders, her tears falling against his t-shirt.

"Jesse said they would come get us when they were done." Angus' voice was soft, and when Leanne pulled away from Rollie after a few minutes, she walked straight into the resident's arms. She could feel his tears against her cheek and she choked back a sob. "He's gonna be okay Leanne."

She was tired of people saying that. Because what if he wasn't okay? What if he didn't make it? But she understood. She had been in their shoes before. Trying to console a hurting family member or friend. She knew that sometimes, those were the only words you could muster.

Pulling away from Angus she offered him a nod of her head. "I hope so." She whispered softly, moving to sit between Mario and Elliot, her head falling to Elliot's shoulder with a sigh. She watched as Angus and Rollie took the seats across from them, both of them hanging their heads in exhaustion and worry.

This was exactly how Jesse found them two hours later. And when he and Noa saw the sight before them their hearts broke. They quietly made their way into the waiting room and Jesse cleared his throat, causing the others to raise their heads.

Mario stood immediately, making his way to Noa, who he engulfed in a tight hug. He whispered something in her ear, to which Noa just nodded before hugging him tighter, and Leanne wouldn't have been surprised if it had been a deceleration of love.

She moved to stand next, making her way to Jesse, her eyes hollow and tired. "How is he?" Her voice was shaky, and she stopped just short of her best-friend, fearing the worst as he sighed.

"He's stable." Jesse's words caused them all to release breaths, happy sobs leaving their bodies. "But he's not out of the woods."

"What happened?" It was Angus who piped up, and Leanne was glad for the young man's bravery at the moment.

Jesse rubbed his face with his hands and moved to sit down, the others crowding around him quietly. "It appears his arm became infected." Leanne closed her eyes tight and swallowed at Jesse's words. "That's why he spiked the fever and was complaining of so much pain."

Noa nodded her head, gripping Mario's hand in her cold one. "Campbell was able to clean the infection out, but Ethan's body is fighting the antibiotics."

"Why?" Elliot asked the question he felt like he should know the answer too. But when he saw the look on Leanne's face, he knew why.

"He's given up." She whispered softly, the tears falling from her eyes at an alarming rate. "He's given up and he doesn't want to fight anymore so his body isn't trying."

Jesse shook his head back and forth and reached forward, pulling the sobbing woman into his arms. "That's not true Daddy." He pressed a kiss to her head and held her tightly. "That's not true and we all know that."

"He has a lot to live for Leanne." Noa reached out and patted the older woman on the arm, offering her a gentle smile.

Just then they heard the big doors behind them open, and Will Campbell stepped through, looking more tired and defeated than any of them had ever seen. He didn't speak though, just moved to sit down next to Jesse, his hand reaching out to rub Leanne's arm, his head falling back against the wall with a sigh. They didn't move. They didn't speak. The seven friends just sat there, their gentle sobs echoing through the otherwise quiet waiting room.

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