Well. Now I know I must have y'all in surprise. Three chapters in 1 24 hour period. Back to how I was when I first started writing. No not really, but I'm a tad drugged up from my doctor and I guess that could have the creative juices flowing. Lovely Pain pills haha. However, nothing helps with the creative juices like a review. Doesn't even have to be long, although those are appreciated as well. :D Love you guys! Oh and apparently I have become a five year old again, because I have had a recent addiction with apple sauce.

There wasn't much I could concentrate on, with the splitting sensation that seemed to be tearing through my brain, one clear thought rung through when I saw Walt's Bronco.

I had to go back. "Stop here."

I wasn't sure at first if Ed would, but he did, pulling over back behind Walt's car. I didn't look up to either of them for a moment. I knew on one hand that Sean could have been killed and I needed to check on him and make sure he was okay, but on the other hand, Walt was back there at that psycho's house and possibly shot. When my brain was finally able to catch up to my heart, Ed was turned looking back at us.

I looked up at him and saw something I had never seen before. I wasn't really able to place it, but it wasn't his normal crazy. It almost looked like pity. I despised the single tear that fell down my cheek as he watched me. Whatever he saw in me seemed to mean something to him though, for he nodded, as if agreeing to something. "Goodbye, Vic."

He didn't acknowledge Sean's presence, simply watching me for another brief moment before climbing out of the car and walking off down the road. I took a deep breath, feeling as though a weight had been lifted, and looked over to Sean.

The man I saw when I looked toward him, wasn't the man I married. The man I loved. He was a beaten, angry shell of his former self. When he looked at me, I could tell he knew what I had decided I needed to do, and that he didn't accept it. However, knowing he couldn't stop me just made him more angry.

Deciding that there was nothing I could do to make him happy, I pulled myself from the car, racing over to Walt's, and headed back toward Chance's house. I flew just as fast as the old car could carry me, trying to make quick work of the two mile drive.

Once I had gotten turned down the driveway and in sight of the house, I saw the most relaxing thing in the world. Walt, standing over Chance's body. I slammed on the brakes, the car skidding before it stopped, and jumped out. The sudden movement caused a fresh wave of nausea to hit.

I held to the car for only a brief second before calling out to him. "Walt!"

I saw him freeze when he looked at me. But his guard was only down for a minute, for in the next he was bent back over Chance. "Vic. I need your help loading him in the Bronco."

I walked over and saw why he was having trouble with the body. "You were shot!"

He huffed, pulling at the body, trying to move it. "Yes, and you were abducted. Now help me get this body moved."

I grabbed Chance's legs, with Walt grabbing under his arms, and we hobbled him over to the Bronco, where we then were able to push him into the back.

I grabbed the paneling of the car, my legs going a bit jelly like after carrying the heavy weight. "Vic!" Walt shot out his good arm to keep me from falling. " You need to go by the hospital."

I looked up at him, trying my best to not break the bit of composure I had left. "I'll go if you will."

So, I really wanted to have it more emotional, but I didn't want to compromise how beautifully written and acted the hospital scene between these two is in the next episode, so I left it there. I really hope you all are liking this. Would love to hear what you think and any requests for the other episodes. If no requests are submitted I will just make something of my own, as I have been so far.