Disclaimer: See the previous ones. And I don't know if Sweet Memorial Hospital really exists. I just totally made it up. If it really does exist, then the name belongs to them.

Author's Note: Short, I know, but it worked in the story. Also, a short chapter most likely means that the next chapter will be out sooner. Thanks for the reviews everybody! Enjoy!

Bosco just wanted to be alone for a while. He had made Faith and his mother stay inside where it was warmer. He stood outside the doors to the ER, shivering. He couldn't believe this was happening. Sam was slowly slipping away from him. He didn't know what to do for her. When Moralis had made him leave the room, the look on her face was not encouraging. She was almost as worried as Bosco was. When the doctor is that concerned, it's usually not a good sign.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a siren. It was an ambulance pulling up to the doors. Bobby and Kim hopped out and they didn't look to be in too big of a hurry. They strolled to the back of the bus and opened the doors. They brought out a man on a stretcher with a cut on his forehead. It didn't look serious. One of the doctors and a couple of nurses met them outside. That's when Kim and Bobby noticed Bosco leaning against the wall. They shared a look and Bobby parted from the group around the stretcher to approach Bosco.

"Hey, man," Bobby greeted.

"Hey." Bosco wasn't really in the mood to talk. He gazed past Bobby, looking at nothing.

"It's cold out here."

"Yep." Bobby was silent for a few minutes until he realized that Bosco wasn't gonna talk.

"I'm sure everyone's been asking you this, but-"

"You wanna know how Sam is, right?" Bosco looked straight up into Bobby's eyes. "Horrible. That's how she's doing." Bobby could actually see the anger and frustration building in his eyes. "It's just so bad and I don't know what to do. There's nothing I can do! She's gonna die and I have to just sit by and watch it happen. What am I supposed to do?" Bosco finished his rant with a swift kick to the dumpster and he stood by it, breathing heavily, his face red. As the ringing from the dumpster died away, Bobby saw every emotion pass through Bosco's face. He could see the grief, the sadness, the anger, the frustration all in a few seconds. Bosco breathed hard as the red in his face died away with the fury.

"Bosco, all the docs are doing the best they can for her. I know for a fact that Moralis is doing everything she can and Sam's not even her patient anymore. Unfortunately, this hospital is not the absolutely best equipped to handle this type of thing." Bosco turned to look at Bobby with a curious look on his face, and was about to question him, when he saw Moralis come out the sliding ER doors. Bosco could tell by the look on her face that it was bad news, and that she was tired of giving it to him.

"She's in a coma," Moralis said just loud enough for Bosco and Bobby to hear. Bosco wished he was numb to this bad news by now, but he wasn't. He wanted to do something about it. He wanted to help Sam. He didn't want to grieve over a daughter that wasn't dead. "There's not much hope for her if she stays here," Moralis continued. Then, for the first time, Bosco could see a bit of hope on her face. That little bit encouraged Bosco to no end. "I've been calling around. It turns out that Sweet Memorial Hospital on the other side of the city may be able to help Sam better than we can."

"No offense doc, but how soon can we get her there?" Bosco asked.

"I'd like to get her there as quickly as possible. I think the best way to do that is to send her by chopper. Bobby, would you be willing to ride along with her?" Moralis said, addressing him.

"Absolutely. I'll do anything to help."

"Can I go too?" asked Bosco.

"I'm afraid there's not enough room on the chopper for you too," Moralis said. "But we will arrange for you and your mother and Faith to get a ride over there. If fact, I'll go get that set up right now."

"Thanks Moralis. You have no idea how much this means to me." Moralis gave him a smile before ducking back into the ER. Then he turned to address Bobby. "Take care of my little girl up there."

"I will, man. I promise."