Peter sat down in his chair, exhausted. He leaned back and took his phone from his pocket. He had 1 missed call, from Mary Margaret. He smiled and dialed her number to call her back, but she didn't answer. Mary Margaret never missed his phone calls, especially when she would be home at this time of the day. She was probably in the bathroom or something. He would try again in a couple minutes.

"Dr. Whale?" someone knocked his door, 10 minutes later.

"Yes? Come in." Peter said as politely as he could, after a 10 hour day with only one 20 minute break. He had been at work since 6 this morning and he was done. He wanted a little piece and quiet and didn't really want to talk to anyone, and the one person he wanted to talk to was not answering her cell or her home phone at the moment.

A nurse stuck her head in. "We have an emergency headed to the E.R, they'll be here in 5 minutes and we could use you since our E.R doctor is taking care of another emergency."

Peter groaned and stood. "This is what I get for staying an extra 10 minutes at work, trying to get a hold of my girlfriend. Should've just left and surprised her instead. Was it a car accident?"

"The one is taking care of is, this one is an unresponsive patient that who was found on the sidewalk. The patient is pretty much close to death from blood loss, but were still going to save her, theres a chance."

"Strange...about an unconscious patient bleeding on the sidewalk, I mean." Peter walked towards the door and hurried down to the E.R. His phone rang as he walked down the endless stairs. Mary Margaret, he thought for a second. But it was Emma.

"Hello?" Peter answered.

"Where the hell are you?" Emma's voice was full of worry. Her voice already told him something was up.

"I'm at work" he frowned and entered the E.R just at the ambulance arrived. "Where's Mary Margaret? Are you with her? Tell her to answer her phone when I call her , which will be later this evening. There's an emergency case on its way to the E.R, so I can't talk to her right might be a while though, can you let her know? I guess someone fell on the side of the road really sick or something and our E.R doc is busy so I have to cover for him."

"It's her, Peter."

Peter stopped.

"Who's her?" he felt the hair on his neck rise, he did not have a good feeling about Emma's answer.

"Mary Margaret, the person in the ambulance is Mary Margaret."

"What? No, I just saw here this morning before I left for work. She was fine." Peter argued, not wanting to believe what Emma was telling him. "Sick or hurt people go to the hospital. Mary Margaret is perfectly fine. She's not….It just can't…the nurse said the patient was almost dead….It's not her."

"She's being taken to the hospital. She wasn't feeling good, she was in a lot of pain. She was unconscious a little while before the ambulance got her. We don't know what happened to her, she was bleeding a lot, Peter. Why would she be bleeding? I don't get it. Something's wrong here."

Peter froze, his eyes glued to the E.R entrance. Praying that the person they rolled in was not the woman he loved. It would kill him if it was, he wouldn't be able to handle if it he had to see her hurt and in pain.

"Peter?" Emma said, breaking his thoughts.

"Where are you?" Peter asked quickly.

"I'm on my way, were almost to the parking lot." Emma told him. "We'll be in the lobby…"

"Alright, I'll find you in the lobby as soon as I can." he hung up and walked to the entrance as they entered. He had never been so afraid in his life when he saw Mary Margaret lying motionless on the gurney. Her skin was ashen and pale, she had no coloring but yet her face was sweaty with fever. Peter saw the blood and never in in life did he have to force himself to keep in control, like he had to that moment at the sight of his sweet and loving Mary Margaret- the one who was on the clasp of death. He immediately went into action, in pursuit of saving Mary Margaret's life. Losing her was not something he was going to let happen.

Emma and David stood when Peter entered the lobby, an hour later. Peter looked frightened and exhausted. He looked like he had been to the underworld and back.

"I'll be right back. I think it would be best if I talk to him, alone." Emma said to David. David was not happy about it but he let her go talk to Peter herself. He sat back down and did his best to keep the images and horrible thoughts about Mary Margaret and dying , out of his mind.

"Peter how is she?" Emma asked.

"She's in surgery." He answered, looking away.

"Oh God," Emma said. "What happened? What caused this?"

"We don't know, were looking for where the source of the bleeding is, what caused it. It's hard because of the other symptom's she had. The pieces have to fit the puzzle." Peter explained.

"Is she stable?" Emma wanted- she needed to hear that Mary Margaret was in stable condition. Stable mean that there was hope, that was good.

"As stable as she can be in the situation she is in." He ran his fingers through in his hair, frustrated. Emma put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him.

"She's going to be okay" Emma told him. "She is a tough one."

Peter gave her a small smile, his eyes became glassy with tears.

"I know she is. I just can't lose her. When I saw her….." he stopped. " I never want to see that again. I'm never going to forget that image of her on the hospital looking the way she did."

"You won't lose her." Emma shook her head. "Just…keep your head up."

"They won't let me in there." He said angrily.

"Because you're involved with her?" Emma asked.

Peter nodded and looked at his watch. "I hate this. I hate not knowing."

"Me too." Emma replied. "It's not fun, it has to be more difficult because you're in a relationship with her."

"It's different." Peter spoke.

"What is?" Emma asked.

"Having the patient being someone you love."

"I would think so." Emma said.

"Thank you for coming here." Peter looked at her with sincere appreciation. This was a side of Peter that Emma had never seen before and she didn't like it. He was a mess.

"Not at all Mary Margaret is my best friend. Of course I would be here." Emma smiled. "David even drove me so I could get here sooner."

Peter looked at David and nodded his appreciation, David nodded back.

Peter's pager went off and he quickly pulled it out and looked at it.

"It's for Mary Margaret, I have to go." His voice trembled.

"We'll be right here." Emma told him, even though she didn't need to tell him that.