A/N: Thanks too everyone that reviewed you've all been fantastic! Work experience was interesting! I now fully respect all those that get up early. Because once 7 am is a lie in the world has ended. Well for me in particular. Anyhow onwards I think this will be the last chapter before the epilogue. Which if I get enough reviews may spill over onto a sequel…possibly.
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It had been over four long hours before anyone heard any news. They'd been informed that Stella and Hawkes were also in emergency surgery. The very thought of there friends being in danger. The tears had long since dried up in everyone's eyes. Flacks mirrored Mac's they were brimming with remorse and resentment to the people that had done this. Peyton and Sid hadn't moved from there seats in five hours, terrified that any movement would further decrease the current situation.
Danny on the other hand was a shell of his former shelf, his mind constantly brewing on things that had never surfaced before. Like the fracturing of his heart or the tension in his body. He'd bargained with anyone who was listening to his prayers – wishing they'd take him instead of her. But after hours of limitless prayer there was still nothing he could show for it.
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Stella Bonasara had come round in a sparkling white room a monitor beeping beside her and an infuriating pain in her shoulder. She looked around too see a nurse gazing at her chart.
'Ow.' She breathed, the first words her mouth could form.
'Your awake. Is there anyone you'd like us to find, we would have done so before but your records were rather hazy.'
'Mac. Taylor.' Stella took a deep breath and reluctantly closed her eyes once again. He'll be here. She thought slowly falling asleep once again
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Danny had watched Mac leave with the nurse. When asked if it was okay he hadn't even hesitated. If someone was safe then it was one less worry of everyone's shoulder. Peyton had let him go. She was waiting for news on Hawkes and Lindsay. It hadn't been long after when someone came with news on Hawkes. He was stable. The nerves and muscle in his legs were damaged. They wouldn't know the full extent of the damage til he was mobile enough for some form of physiotherapy. Peyton and Sid had made there exits under strict orders to inform them of any changes. That had left Danny and Flack sitting alone. There hopes of any good news were dwindling away with every second that ticked past.
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Sam Coe had just had the surgery of his life, he was drained. He'd been standing immobile for eight hours and it probably wouldn't be the last he'd have too perform on this particular patient. He'd faltered as he'd tried to remove the fragmented bullets, nicking an artery. It was then he thought he'd gone down the road of no return. But it had seemed that this women was not willing to give up. Part of the liver, diaphragm, and her spleen had been removed. The rest of recovery was a whole other thing all together.
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Danny was approached by the same doctor he'd spoken too earlier. Hesitating for no lesser than a second he was on his feet. Flack standing beside him his arms crossed across his chest.
'Lindsay.'
'Is in ICU.' He pulled the scrub cap of his ruffled hair. 'Her condition is some what stable. We have had to remove her spleen, part of her diaphragm and also a section of her liver.' Danny took a shaky breath and ran his hand across his face.
'Is she gonna be okay. '
'It's touch and go for the next 48-hours. We don't know the full-extent of the damage that has been done to her body, and her brain received extensive damage the extent of which is also unknown.' Danny's body was struggling to support himself.
'I suggest you go see her.'
Danny wasted no time in finding out her room number. Flack thanked the doctor and ran after him down the corridor. She's going to be okay. Danny pounded up the stairs.
A/N: There we go. The epilogue is next. Review and enjoy.