In a car somewhere in Dallas, Trivette kept his attention focused solely on the road before him even though Sydney was screaming for him to speed it up. Trivette remembers very vividly when Erica had been in labor and really hoped to never experience that again. Unfortunately, here he was with another screaming woman in the back seat of his car yelling at him to break every road law out there.

"Jimmy, can you possibly drive any faster?" Asked Erica.

"I'm driving as fast as I can!" Trivette moved into the fast lane and shook his head. "It doesn't help that it's nearing rush hour."

Sydney groaned. "This kid wants to come out! Where the hell is Gage!"

"He's on his way, don't worry." Trivette silently cursed as a slow vehicle cut in front of him. "Stupid drivers! Move out of my way!" He blared his horn, hoping to get the driver's attention. "Do you not see my strobe lights!"

Finally after what seemed like an eternity the car moved out of his way and Trivette sped forward. In the backseat he could hear Erica hollering for Sydney to breath, the latter cursing at Trivette. Let's hope he can get to the hospital soon, he really didn't know how much more he can take.

"Just hang on, we're almost there."

Walker Ranch

As his friend and wife left, Walker stared out the front window wishing he could go outside and get some fresh air. He sighed heavily and went into the kitchen to make himself some hot tea. While he waited for the kettle to warm up he studied the device on the counter that secured him to the house. He then reached down and started to itch at the Velcro strap which irritatingly rubbed against his skin.

He let out a series of coughs so strong he leaned against the counter for support. One glance at the clock told him it was time to take his medication. He absolutely hated taking drugs, they make him drowsy and slightly uncoordinated. But if he didn't, he may never get rid of this dang pneumonia.

After he took his medication and fixed himself some hot tea he went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. He sipped at the hot liquid, wincing as it scolded his tongue and throat. The tea helped a bit to keep the chills away which he really hated feeling, but it was nothing compared to the aches which ravaged his body. He hated being so sick, especially since now it seemed he was only getting worse and not better.

As he sat on the couch he began to feel rather light headed and thought maybe it was the medication. What was wrong with him? He could feel the mug slipping from his hands, but when he tried to tighten his grip blackness overtook him.

Upstairs in her room, Angela was laying on her bed when she felt something unfamiliar to her. It was a strange feeling, a mix of anxiety and fear that widened her eyes into saucers. She has never felt this before, so what was going on? Quickly she jumped from her bed, ran out of her room then down the stairs to see if her father was all right.

When she got into the living room the first thing she saw was her father laying on the floor by the couch. A mug laid nearby, it's liquid still steaming. Tears began to drip from her eyes as she ran to her father's side to see him sound asleep. Worried, she began to shake her father who moaned and fluttered his eyes.

A knock came at the door and in walked Kelly. "Hey Walker, heard about the verdict." He closed then locked the door behind him. "Real sorry to hear it…." Kelly's jaw dropped and he quickly made his way to Angela. "Angela, what happened?"

"I don't know! I came down the stairs he was like this." She sniffled then wiped her face with her shirt sleeve. "Dad, please wake up. Please."

Her father licked his lips then opened his eyes. "Angie, sweetie I'm okay." His voice was low and slightly slurred. "Kelly, when did you get here?"

"About two minutes ago." He quickly got his medical bag, opened it up and took out a flashlight. "Walker, don't lie to me. When was the last time you took your medication?"

"Just a little while ago." Walker slowly sat up and cradled his head in his hands. "I'm fine, don't worry." He tried to get up, but Kelly gently pushed him back down. "What? I'm okay, just slightly light headed."

Kelly shook his head. "Apparently you passed out." Walker tried to get up, but was gently pushed back down by Kelly. "Have you had anything to drink?" When he shook his head, Kelly got a little more worried. "You're dehydrated. Let me check your temperature."

"No, I'm fine." Walker tried to get up, but stopped when Angela hugged him. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Angela buried her face into Walker's shoulder. "You gave me a scare, dad. Please, just let Kelly do what he needs to do."

Hearing his daughters pleading voice, sort of helped clear the fog from Walker's brain. Did he really pass out? He didn't remember doing so, but then where was his tea? He slowly started to look around and finally spotted the mug a few feet away from him. Okay, so he must have dropped it when he fell off the couch.

"Okay, open your mouth." Walker did so as he began to violently cough once again. "I don't get this, why is this happening?"

"You're very sick." Kelly put the thermometer into Walker's mouth and waited patiently till it beeped. "Hmmm… 104. Not good at all. I need to take you to the hospital."

"Can't." Walker raised his pant leg to show Kelly the monitor. "I'm tied to the house."

Kelly shook his head. "They'll understand once I call your PO to let him know what's going on." He patted Walker's shoulder. "Let's go."

Walker groaned once again as another wave of coughing hit him. "What do you think might have happened?" He checked his hands to see specks of blood splattered on his palms. "Kelly, something is horribly wrong…."

"That's it, I'm calling for an ambulance so I can stay here with Angela." He flipped his phone open and quickly dialed 911. After he gave the operator the information they needed, Kelly checked Walker's temperature again. "Yeah, it's steady at 104. And he is coughing up blood. Okay, will do. Thanks." He hung up then smiled at Angela. "You're going to stay here while the ambulance takes your father to the hospital."

Angela whimpered as she nodded her head. "Okay."

Kelly sat next to Walker with the oxygen mask in his hands. "Here, put this on." Walker did without hesitation. "Where's Alex at?"

"Sydney, is in labor." He said, his breathing getting more and more labored.

"Really? Isn't it too soon for her?"

Walker nodded. "Yeah." He closed his eyes, his mind getting fuzzy again. "Hopefully Miles and Sydney will be okay."

Angela bit her lower lip. "What about you?"

Walker gave his daughter a weak smile. "I'm going to be okay, don't you worry." He held back the urge to cough causing him severe discomfort in the chest. "I'm going to the hospital, but only for a little bit."

Angela shook her head. "What's wrong with you?"

"My pneumonia." He smiled once again at his daughter. "Don't worry, it's just a precaution…."

"But Kelly called for an ambulance. If it's a precaution, then why the hurry."

Another wave of violent coughing hit Walker and he could hear his daughter whimper. "Please…Angela….It's okay." He managed to get out. "I'll…be fine."

Angela slowly nodded her head. "Is Aunt Sydney okay?"

"Not…really….sure." Walker motioned for his daughter to sit next to him which she did without hesitation. He then wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry though, she's a fighter, she'll make it."

"And what about you?" Angela turned as Kelly opened the front door to allow a paramedic team inside. "When you going to tell mom?"

Walker gave his daughter a big smile. "Soon." He gave Angela a wink. "Don't cause any trouble for Kelly."

Within minutes Walker found himself in the back of an ambulance sitting on a stretcher with an IV in his right arm and an oxygen mask on his face. With the extra fluids running through his body, Walker did feel a bit better though his chest was still on fire. He rolled his head towards the man on his left to see him keeping an eye on a heart monitor. One glance at the paramedics name tag, Walker saw his name to be Liggett.

Liggett smiled down at Walker while he shone a light into each of Walker's eyes. "How you feeling, Mr. Walker?"

"A little better…." Walker closed his eyes as the sway of the ambulance threatened to put him to sleep.

"Stay with me, Mr. Walker." Liggett gently nudged Walker in the shoulder getting him to reopen his eyes. "That's it. Not much longer before we're at Methodist."

Walker began coughing once again, groaning as his chest muscles ached for him to stop. He could feel Liggett pat his shoulder then situate the mask more comfortably on his face. Liggett started to say something to Walker, unfortunately sleep had finally come and the paramedic's voice slowly faded into darkness.

Methodist Hospital

As Alex walked into the hospital, she quickly took note on Gage's nervousness. She chuckled and gave her friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Alex will never forget how nervous Walker was when she was pregnant. He was so boy like in the way he blushed when people asked him about becoming a father. It was a side of Walker rarely seen and it always got Alex to chuckle.

"Alex!" Trivette ran up and gave her a big hug. "They're trying to stop the contractions, but it looks like little Miles is ready for the world." He turned to Gage. "She's in room five. But I warn you, she's in a lot of pain and might be a bit crabby."

A huge smile spread across Gage's face. "Thanks, for the warning."

Alex started to laugh as she followed Trivette to the private waiting room. "How did you feel when Erica gave birth to Marcus?"

"Nervous as hell." Trivette chuckled and shook his head. "But once I saw him, it seemed as though nothing in the world even mattered." He sat down in a chair then leaned back into it. "Shame Walker can't be here right now. I should go and visit him."

"He would love that, actually." Alex's phone began to go off and judging by the ring tone it was Kelly. "Strange." She flipped it open. "Kelly, is everything all right?"

Kelly took a deep breath. "Walker is heading towards Methodist right now. I don't think it's major, but as a precaution I want him…."

Alex's eyes began misting up. "Kelly, is it his pneumonia?"

"Yeah it is. He started coughing up blood, but not a lot." He took a deep breath. "Right now Angela is with me. I've called Michelle and she's on her way to pick her up."

"Thank you for doing that." Alex nodded her head and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm going to go and see if I can meet the ambulance. Thanks for calling and letting me know." She flipped the phone closed then shook her head. "Trivette, Walker is coming into Methodist. Apparently his pneumonia has turned for the worst."

Trivette's face quickly softened. "He can never catch a break. I thought he was getting better? What do you think might have happened?"

Alex shook her head. "Kelly said Walker was coughing up blood." Her voice quivered as she spoke. I just hope it doesn't turn any more serious."