The visual of the light fading from Shawn's eyes kept replaying in Henry's head.

'Maybe if you were never born your mother and I would still be together!'

How could he have said that? How could a father say that to his own son?

Sure, Shawn was in the wrong when he first arrived, making his date leave and ruining the night. But that was no excuse for what Henry said.

The last time the father and son had this serious of a fight, Shawn left and didn't talk to him for years. Would this time be the same? Would he see his son again soon, if ever again?

Henry had brought up the courage, and was about to call Shawn when his phone rang. He went and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Henry W. Spencer?"

He slumped at the fact that it wasn't his son calling. "Yes, who is this?"

"I'm calling to inform you that your son, Shawn, has been shot."

It felt as if all the air had left his lungs. No, no. Not like this. Not when the last thing Henry ever said to him was so cruel. Hell, this was all his fault. If Shawn hadn't left this probably would have never happened. He realized he had dropped the phone when the woman on the other end started asking for him.

"Where is he."

"Santa Barbara Memorial Hospital."

With that he hung up the phone, grabbed his coat and keys, and headed out to his pick-up.

'Hang in there Shawn, please. I'm so sorry.' He thought as he pulled out of his driveway and started to dial his phone.

Gus was still at the Psych office doing paper work when his phone rang. He saw the caller ID and picked it up.

"Hey Mr. Spencer," he said in a friendly yet tired tone, "what's up?"

From Gus' warm greeting Shawn obviously didn't talk to Gus about what happened.

"Gus, Shawn has been in a an accident. I need you to meet me at Santa Barbara Memorial."

Gus sucked in a sharp inhale of breath. No matter how many times Shawn has gotten himself into trouble he's always seemed to get out without more than a scratch. Henry sounded pretty rattled, so it must be serious.

"How-"

"I'll explain when you get there. Please-" Henry's voice cracked, "please. I need you there."

Gus was already out the door. "I'll be there soon." Then he hung up.

'Please be ok, Shawn.' He thought as he sped down toward the hospital.