Authors Note: Hey guys! Sorry it has taken me so long to update, I have been in Ontario for the past couple of days and have been unable to post anything. Please, enjoy!

The doors to the Mercy West Emergency Unit burst open as Nancy walked in, having sped over from Seattle Presbyterian where she was doing a consult; she knew there was a chance that she would get here before they arrived from Seattle Grace, making a beeline for the front desk she cleared her throat. "Excuse me? Can you tell me if an Addison Forbes Montgomery has been brought in yet?"

The nurse shook her head.

"How about Addison Shepherd?"

"Ma'am, I already told you." The nurse paused and looked up at Nancy for a brief moment before going back to typing. "We don't have anybody by that name her—"

"Listen, she was involved in that shooting at Seattle Grace Hospital about a half hour ago, Okay? So if you know anything."

"Did you say that she was involved in that hospital shooting?" Nancy nodded. "That ambulance is still en-route to the hospital. You can have a seat in the seating area and wait for them to arrive if that is alrigh—"

"Nancy!" A voice echoed through the almost empty Emergency Room lobby, she turned around to see Miranda and a few other Attendings from the hospital rushing towards her, enveloping the smaller woman in a hug; "They haven't brought her in yet, Miranda. Do you know where she was shot or how bad it is?"

"You know as much as I do," Miranda shot an apologetic look to the nurse sitting at the front desk before heading to the seating area where they both sat, "All I know is that Derek saw it happen, he rushed to her side and tried his best to stop the bleeding. Callie had to hold him back so the Paramedics could tend to her."

Nancy's eyes widened in shock, she opened her mouth to respond when the doors flung opened again revealing two doctors pushing the gurney and one Paramedic on top administering CPR to the patient as they continued to move; "thirty two year old Caucasian female, shot in the side. No exit wound and has lost a lot of blood. She's unresponsive." Both Nancy and Miranda stood, barely getting a glance at the woman before they rushed her through another set of doors adjacent to the waiting room.

Nancy rushed after them only to be stopped by Richard.

"You can't go back there."

"I'm a Doctor, I can help her." Nancy growled. "Now get out of my way."

"Right now you aren't a doctor in this situation." He paused. "You are a part of her family which means you have to sit out here and wait like everybody else."

Nancy was about to start arguing when she saw Derek enter the room at a very slow pace, "Derek." She sighed as she approached him before hugging him, silently thanking god that at least he wasn't injured. "Where did they take Addison?" His voice was cold and absent which broke Nancy's heart. "They took her straight to surgery. We have to wait out here." Nancy sighed as she scanned her brother, "In the meantime...Do you want to go get changed? Y-You're shirt is covered in blood."

Nancy groaned when the words came out of her mouth, she knew she shouldn't have said them when Derek looked down at his shirt before backing against the wall. He sunk to the floor with his head in his hands wondering how he would survive if Addison died. Hours passed and more Doctors, both Attendings and residents including Meredith and Cristina, showed up at the hospital to support Addison. When Sam and Naomi arrived with the rest of Derek's family, they brought a change of clothes suggested by Nancy. It was Naomi who managed to pull Derek out of his thoughts long enough to get him to change; now he was sitting in the same spot in clean clothes.

"Hey, dude." Mark's voice echoed. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Mark Anthony Sloan!" Callie slapped him hard on the chest. He just blew her off with a, "What? He just thinks he can check out and ignore all of us? The shooting, Addison lying on an OR table, it doesn't affect just him." Mark growled. "It affects all of us."

"The man held her while she bled out on the bridge. She died in his arms, Mark; I had to restrain him so the Paramedics could take her." Callie yelled as somebody cleared their throat, their gazes from the two arguing colleagues to the surgeon standing in front of the group staring at all of them, "Is there any family here for a Doctor Addison Shepherd?"

"I'm her husband." Derek said as he stood up, Mark huffed; he glared at him before turning back to the doctor. "How is she?"

"Would you mind stepping aside with me so that we can talk? We have some important things we need to discuss." The surgeon said solemnly, Derek shook his head in response, "N-no. Whatever you have to tell me, you can say it in front of them." They all watched as the surgeon sat down and crossed her arms, "When the bullet entered your wife's body it cut a path through some of her major organs which we were able to repair easily. However, the bullet didn't go through and through, it lodged itself into her spine."

Various 'oh my god's' could be heard throughout the room as the surgeon paused to let what she had just told them sink in. Naomi let out a long breath as she rested her hand on Derek's knee when she sat down in between her and Nancy. "I-I-Is she?" Derek's voice cracked. The surgeon shook her head. "No, she is alive and resting; but she will live the rest of her life with great difficulty."

"What do you mean?" was Naomi's response.

The surgeon sighed; "Doctor Shepherd, your wife has a ten percent chance of walking ever again."

"Oh god." Tears welled in Derek's eyes as he processed what the surgeon had just told him. The surgeon stood up and stuck out her hand for Derek to take, "Come with me. I will take you to see your wife; you will want to be there when she wakes up." Derek took her hand and stood up, they were about to exit the room in silence when Mark piped up with a, "Why does he get to go see her first!" He yelled, Callie stood up and tried to get him to back off when Derek turned around and walked over to mark. Punching Mark in the face and waiting for him to re-group before looking at him in the eyes; "I have let you walked over me for too long and I am tired of it."

"She loves me." Mark growled as blood dripped from his lip.

"I don't give a shit, she married me Mark and I vowed to her 'life and death, sickness and in health'. She could have a five percent chance of walking again and I wouldn't care, I am going to be with her every step of the way."

"You walked away!"

"I didn't fight for our marriage, I didn't fight for her; well, Mark, this is me...Fighting."

When they left the waiting room and letting the surgeon motion for someone to take care of Mark's lip, they finally arrived at Addison's room; with slight hesitation Derek entered the room to see Addison lying limply in the middle of the bed, her skin looking very pale against the hospital sheets. Slowly, he closed the door behind himself and approached the bed where he proceeded to pull up a chair; he sighed as he sat down and took his wife's pale hand in his and said, "When you wake up. We have a lot to talk about." He whispered softly to her sleeping form.

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