The surgical waiting room became crowed with Alex's friends, and family- including her firehouse family. Everyone sat, some in silence, some talked amongst themselves. It was tense.

"I just heard." Doc said as he rushed into the waiting room, "Is she okay?"

Carlos got up and met him, "It's bad Doc."

"What happened?" Doc asked

"She fell through the floor." Carlos said as he looked over to Jimmy.

Jimmy was taking it pretty hard. He couldn't be consoled. No matter who tried to tell him otherwise, Jimmy felt that Taylor's fall was his fault.

Kim walked over with coffee.

"Mom said it's no problem to keep Joey tonight." She said softly

Jimmy just nodded his head and sat forward in his seat. He looked around.

"This is my fault Kim." He said

"No it's not." Kim replied

"Why didn't I go through instead of her?" He asked

"Jimmy, stop beating yourself up over this. It was not your fault. No matter what you would have done Taylor would have still gone through that floor, and what's worse you could have gone through too! Now stop feeling like it's your fault and start praying that Taylor is okay!" Kim said to him

"I need a 10 blade." One of the surgeons said

"Where do we begin?" Asked another

"She took one hell of a fall." Someone else said

"We need to get her back together, whether it takes 1 surgery or 100." The first surgeon added, "Rib spreader."

"How do you want to do this pelvis and femur?" The other surgeon asked

"Did anyone page Ortho yet?"

"I'll page them again." A nurse replied

"One thing at a time, let's get this lung out of danger first."

Taylor looked so fragile lying on the operation table. There were wires and tubes everywhere. Her face was pale and emotionless.

Lieutenant Johnson sat by Beth Taylor. She was holding up fairly well.

"Why does it seem so many times we are brought together in times like this Francis?" She asked

"It's the beast of the job." Lt. Johnson replied

"I lost my husband to it, and now I may lose my daughter to it as well." She said honestly

"I doubt that Alex is going to give up. She's the toughest person I've ever met." Lt. Johnson said

"After he father died I begged her to go back to being a paramedic, but she said that she wanted to make a difference like her Daddy. Does she have to give up her life to be worthy to the job?" Beth asked

By now some other members of the Squad were listening in on the conversation but they didn't comment.

"Beth, I thank God for every day he let's me see on this job. I have some great people on my team, your daughter especially. After the terror of the 11th, I gained strength from her. She believed all those days, even when hope was gone, that her father was still alive and we just hadn't found him yet. You could call her a champion of hope. Even when we moved her over to the medic unit, she still hoped and believed that he was alive. That takes a lot of faith to be able to hold on that long. The guys admired her strength. Every single one of them would trade places with Taylor in a heartbeat. But she wouldn't let them if they could. It's her fight to win, and believe me; Taylor will come out on the winning side of this. Don't you give up hope. Don't think that it is a question of bravery or worthiness. I hate the fact that it happened, but Taylor is a fighter and this will just be one more bump in the road to her." Lt. Johnson preached

Beth wasn't sure how to respond to it and so she didn't.

"Could someone get me a cup of coffee?" She asked.

Within moments DK walked over to her with a cup in hand.

"Here you go." He said

"Thank you Derek." She replied

Everything was bright as Taylor was on the table. Her consciousness drifted. She wasn't in control of her thoughts or her body. It was a weird feeling to her. It was almost peaceful. Her mind drifted back to when Bobby was killed.

"Hang in there Bobby." Doc said as they put him on a backboard

"Okay guys on 3. 1…2…3!" Jimmy said as they lifted Bobby off of the bathroom floor.

"Let's get him out of here." Lt. Johnson said

The group of firefighters and medics ushered Bobby down the stairs to the waiting medic unit. Taylor stuck her head out the back as she saw them coming.

"Everything's set up Doc." She said as she climbed from the back of the unit.

"Taylor, can you drive? I'm going to need an extra set of hands with me." Doc asked

"Sure." Taylor replied

It seemed like it took forever to make it to Mercy. Then they watched the agonizing moments as they prepared him for surgery. When they finally took Bobby upstairs the Squad grew restless.

"I want to go back and get a shower." Jimmy said as he looked at his blood soaked uniform.

"I don't think I can handle staying in this waiting room." Taylor added

"You guys go on back; we'll call you if anything changes." Lt. Johnson said

With that they returned to the firehouse, hoping and praying that Bobby would be okay. It wasn't though. Bobby didn't make it.

The realization then hit Taylor, "They're out in the waiting room waiting for me."

"How long have we been waiting here?" Carlos paced impatiently

"4 hours." Walsh said

"What's taking so long?" Carlos asked

"Hey, if taking forever makes Taylor okay, I'm okay with it." Walsh replied

That's when they looked up and saw the surgeon coming towards them…