Chapter 2

"How's he doing?" Jeff asked Erica, walking into David's room.

"The surgery went well, so they say. I'm just waiting for him to wake up."

"It should be soon. The anesthesia should be wearing off."

"Why are you here Jeff?"

"I gave the man my blood Erica. Am I not allowed to keep tabs on his recovery?"

"Not after your brother put him here."

"We don't even know the whole story Erica."

"Well I know most of it. Your brother thought David was this drug lord that's on the loose."

"Well, is he?"

"My husband is no drug lord Jeff!"

"I guess you would know. David's most likely going to be just fine, so why don't we just let this go? It was obviously an accident."

"And you obviously don't know my husband. Ow." She was cut off by sharp pain.

"Erica? Are you okay?" Jeff asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah. Yes. Dylan just decided it's time for soccer practice." She said, removing the pained look on her face and replacing it with a half smile.

"Dylan? So you're having a boy?"

"Yes, we just found out last week. Although we picked the name because it would work for either a boy or girl."

"And everything is okay, for you and the pregnancy?"

"Yes, the baby and I are doing very well. Thank you Jeff."

"Erica." They both heard come from someone else in the room.

"David, honey are you awake?" Erica asked.

"Surgery, is the surgery over?" David asked in a slightly disoriented state.

"Yes. Dr. Benton said everything went well." Erica told David, holding the hand on his non-injured arm. "I'm going to go get the doctor now. I'm sure you want to know everything." She smiled before leaving to find the doctor.

"What are you doing hear?" David asked the man standing in the room.

"Well I know you refused my help earlier, but I decided to give it to you after all."

"What are you talking about?" David asked, the last couple of minutes before he passed out were a little fuzzy.

"Well you needed some blood and I happened to have that same rare AB negative blood type. At first you refused because my last name is Martin, but you passed out and went into hypovolemic shock. I couldn't just let you die. My little brother would be charged with murder and I couldn't let that happen."

"So noble a big brother you are. Thanks for the blood though. Just hope I don't turn into a Martin now." David said, chuckling.

"Your welcome, David. Can I call you David?"

"Yeah sure. Can I call you Jeff? There are just too many Dr. Martin's around here." He laughed again, partly from the residual anesthesia and the rest from the situation surrounding this whole thing.

"I'm going to go, now that I know you're going to be okay. I know Erica was worried about you, but you're awake and you can tell her yourself that you're fine."

"Why don't you just stop right there. I know you're one of Erica's ex's. So don't go all protective ex, when you've been back all of two days. I can take care of my family. She wouldn't have been worried at all if your monkey of a brother wouldn't have shot me."

"Some charmer you are. I've seen your resume doctor. It's impressive. Your bedside manner, not so much." Jeff told David before he left.

As Erica and Dr. Benton walked to David's room Jeff was walking out. Dr. Benton went in and Erica stayed out in the hall to have a quick word with Jeff. "What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing much. Just guy talk. You really picked yourself a winner there Erica."

"Let's not go there again Jeff."

"You're right. I'm sorry. He does seem like he cares about you."

"He does. Maybe if you got to know him a little better. I mean he just woke up from surgery because your brother shot him. Is he really supposed to be happy?"

"Point taken. I do hope your happy, with him."

"I am. We are."

"I guess I'll see you around."

"Jeff, wait. About this blood type thing."

"What about it Erica?"

"You said it was rare?"

"Only 0.8% of the population has it."

"And you and David both have it? That seems kind of odd."

"It's rare, but it's not that rare that two people in the same town have it."

"But you, after being gone for years, come back for two days and then your donating a rare blood type to my husband?"

"Now that you say it like that, it does seem like more than a coincidence."

"It's not only that. What if my son is born with this rare blood type?"

"I doubt it, but depending on your blood type, it could be possible."

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure Erica, I'll look through your medical records and compare them with David's. I'll let you know if your son could have this blood type."

"How did you know I was going to ask that?"

"I was married to you. Did you have an amniocentesis? It would have the baby's blood type in it."

"We opted not to have one. We didn't want to risk it and there wasn't a indication we needed one."

"Okay. I'll get back to you with your answer."

"Thank you Jeff." She said to him before he left and she went back into David's room.

"So when can we spring you from this joint?" Erica asked the men in the room.

"Well the doc here thinks it should be no earlier than tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I don't know if I can wait that long."

"That's why I', signing out of here AMA in a little while."

"Dr. Hayward, I think you've lost a little too much blood to be leaving that soon. You should be on an IV at least a few more hours."

"David, maybe you should stay here longer. I don't want you risking your health to come home."

"I'll be fine. I'll put my own IV in if I have too."

"With what arm?" The doctor threw back.

"Point taken. I'll be okay. I'll rest, but I sure as hell won't be spending the night here. I won't have my wife at home, alone."

"I'll discharge you now under one condition. You have to come in tomorrow for a follow-up."

"I'll be here."