A/N: Ooh clifffiiiieeeeeee!(The last chapter)! DISCALIMER! OBVIOUSLY…..'CAUSE I GOT NOTHIN BETTER TO DO IN LIFE THAN THIS SHI-

MOVING ON….

THIRD PERSON:

After keeping Rose and Riley awake in the ambulance, Ben paced the waiting room floor waiting for either one-both really- to come out of the operating rooms. Emily and Patrick had flown back on the next flight they could from Tokyo. Abigail, Emily, and Patrick sat while Ben paced.

"Ben you're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that." Abigail commented.

"I can't, it's been so long Abigail."

"They'll be just fine, Ben. These doctors are good at what they do." Abigail was trying to reassure herself and her husband all at once.

"They weren't good enough to save Sarah when she was shot." He snapped sharply.

"Ben." Emily gasped. "You know it wasn't their fault Sarah was so w-fragile, and it was near her brain, darling. Rose is going to be fine." Emily finished with sad eyes.

"And you know how much of a fighter Riley is, son. He'll pull through." Patrick added. Ben sighed defeated, "I'm sorry, I just can't stand the thought of loosing those two to something like Ian Howe." Ben apologized. It stayed silent for the longest time. "It's been so long since I've been here. It was horrible that night, but nearly everybody that lives in this town was here, you know." Emily pointed out. "She was so little."

"She still is…" Patrick trailed as the doctor came in. "Your friend and niece are going through some tests but currently but they're not doing that well. We were able to get the bullets out but there was a lot of blood lost from each of them. There are plenty of broken ribs, and one is brushing up on her right lung. Your friend is having some type of allergic reaction to the morphine I'm sorry; we have to extract that right away. But all surgeries are done; we just have a few more tests. I'm very sorry; I'll let you know when you can see them." With that he walked back to the testing rooms. "Well it's more than likely it'll be another hour or so, and they'll be kept over night no doubt." Abigail rose from her seat. "I'll be back in a bit…I'll check us into a hotel." Abigail spoke softly. "Here I'll come with you." Patrick stood, receiving Emily's hint.

"Ben, I know you're worried, but they'll be okay, there might be bumps I'm not saying that it will be that easy but you know they'll be okay, right?" Emily was calming herself. He said the surgeries were over and done with. Her granddaughter was okay for now. Okay.

Soon the doctor said he could come back. "Alright, you may come see them but only for around ten minutes each. I don't want too many at one time." Dr. Simons told them. Ben nodded following him through the white clean hospital, "Currently Ms. Gates and Mr. Poole appear to be in a coma. However Mr. Poole seems to be able to manage breathing on his own-"

"Meaning Rose can't?" Ben intervened. The doctor hesitated stopping short in the hallway. "Well…no. As of now, she has to use a oxygen feeder to help. She'll be breathing on her own soon, I believe but it's not something we want to take off right now."

Ben's heart sank at the news. Bump. He swallowed following the doctor into the room where Riley and Rose lay on hospital beds. He noticed how unbelievably pale the girl was as she laid on the bed her chest rising and falling every thirty seconds or so. She could probably be mistaken for dead if not for the heart monitor clipped onto her index finger. The doctor left the three on their own. "Rose." He whispered. "Rose wake up."

"Riley?" He tried. "Please wake up. I need you guys. You need each other. Wake up."

He then looked over at Riley another show of IVs cords, heart monitors, though his chest rose and fell a bit more often. "Come on guys. Please. Wake up for us. We need you. Don't do this to me." He felt tears pushing through his eyes for his friend and niece. "Come on guys. The worlds not full without your make-out sessions on our couch, or your attempts on helping Rose cook or watching you flip and bend and do things no human should be able to do. The world's asking for you to come back."