After Ella was checked for injuries, Peter stayed with her…until the happy moment that Rachel finally came and mother and daughter were happily reunited. Olivia was still too stricken from her injuries but after a few more hours, she began to wake, and Rachel and Ella were there.

"Ella?" Olivia mumbled.

"Aunt Liv, you're awake!"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine now," Ella said.

Rachel held her sister's hand. "I was never more scared in my life, for you and Ella."

"Ella was reallyy brave," said Olivia. "Um…have you seen Peter? I need to talk to him about something."

"Actually he's right outside," said Rachel. "Ella and I will give you two some privacy."

The two girls left and Peter came in. "You're looking better, Liv."

She smirked "I wish. I'm going to be stuck in a wheelchair for weeks." Between the two of them, a long moment of silence was shared. Both of them seemed to be daring the other to bring up the question first. "Peter, I can't really remember everything that happened there. The last thing I remember was him giving Ella a blood transfusion."

"A blood transfusion? Why was he doing that? What was he giving her?"

"My blood. He was trying to see if my Cortexiphan abilities were transferable."

Peter sighed. "He's dead. He was shot with your gun. They found Ella's fingerprints on the handle."

Olivia began to cry. "Peter…I don't know if I can tell Ella."

"Eventually, she's going to find out."

"I know, but she doesn't need this. She's already been through so much. And she's just a child. She's too young to have to cope with killing someone…even by accident. And the Cortexiphan…Peter, if it does to her what it's done to me, I'll never be able to forgive myself."

"Olivia." Peter held her hand. "She's going to be fine. Ella's already been through the worst of it. And Walter can see if she got any traces of Cortexiphan. You never know. She could be clean."

"And the shooting?"

"The shooting was an accident. We all know that and if she hadn't done what she did, you would both be dead. We both have experience with that. We can help her get through this."

Peter continued to stay around the hospital with Rachel and Ella. Olivia would no doubt try to pull some strings from her own bed to get out of that place as quickly as she could. It was all a matter of waiting.

"Peter?" Ella was able to get Peter alone in the waiting room when her mom went to get some food. "I killed that man, didn't I?"

"Ella…" Peter's sudden pause had too soon given away the truth…that the man Ella shot did indeed die. "He was a very bad man. He was hurting you and Aunt Liv."

Ella still cried anyway. "Please don't tell my mommy. She'll think I was playing with Aunt Liv's gun. She doesn't like guns."

"But you weren't," said Peter. "You did what you had to to protect yourself… to protect your Aunt Liv. What you did was very brave."

"But it was wrong."

"Don't worry about it," Peter assured her. "Your Aunt Liv would be very proud of you."

But Ella was left still feeling very upset and insecure once Rachel came back with food and coffee. "I guess she's still a bit shaken up," said Rachel.

"She'll get better once Olivia is out of here," said Peter. He tried to derive the conversation away from Ella so she had nothing to worry about.

Olivia would finally be released the next day. It took some convincing on Peter's part, but Olivia agreed to stay at the Bishop house until she was no longer dependent on the wheelchair. With one broken arm and one broken leg, it would be impossible for her to even get around her own apartment by herself.

But once they left the hospital, the Dunham girls went back to Olivia's apartment for one final day of rest before Rachel and Ella's flight back to Chicago the next morning. Peter would be by then to pick everyone up. For now, Rachel was helping Olivia pack her things for her temporary stay at the Bishop house.

"I didn't know his house would be wheelchair accessible."

"It's for his father," said Olivia. "He's not handicap yet but Peter is looking forward to the day when he'll no longer be physically able to drive their car."

Rachel laughed. "Oh wow."

"Rachel, are you sure that Ella should be going home this soon?"

"Well, she's been through enough here," said Rachel. "And she's been awfully quiet since we were at the hospital, hasn't she? I'm sure she'll get better once we get home. Greg wants to see her back right away. I can keep her out of school for a few days but no more than that."

"It's just…" said Olivia. "Peter and I need to check her for something before you two leave tomorrow."

Rachel looked very worried. "Test her for what?"

"It's nothing…" Olivia said nervously. "It's just something we should check her for just in case."

"Well if they didn't find anything at the hospital, then she's fine."

"It's not something that any hospital would find."

"Olivia, you're really starting to scare me now. Just tell me what's wrong…" Rachel suddenly sniffed the air. "That smells like…"

The women heard a scream coming from the very room Ella was in. "Ella!" Rachel hurried down the hall to find smoke seeping out from the room. She went in to find a fire around Ella's bed, but she was quickly able to pull Ella out of the room and took her to Olivia.

"Fire extinguisher," said Olivia. "Under the kitchen sink!"

Rachel hurried to the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher and put out the fire in the bedroom. Fortunately only the bed was scorched, but the hallway now smelled like an ashtray.

"What happened, Ella?" Olivia asked her.

"I don't know," Ella cried. "I had a bad dream and then there was a fire. I didn't do anything to make it happen. I promise."