Lona shakily walked back into the waiting room, her hand on her stomach and tears burning her eyes. She looked around the room for any sign of Elmer but the chair he had been sitting on was now empty.

"Where..."

"Are you wondering where Doctor Traff went?" The receptionist asked her politely.

Lona turned to face the young woman and nodded.

"Doctor Hook had to take him to Neurology. He passed out not long after you went in to your appointment. Doctor Hook was concerned that it was due to his head injury. He was going to be taken for an MRI."

"I heard the call...I heard them call a team while I was in there..."

"I'm very sorry. Would you like me to phone down and see what Doctor Traff's condition is?"

"No...it's fine. I'll find them. Thank you Lizzy."

The receptionist smiled and continued with her paperwork. Lona meanwhile felt her heart race. It hadn't even occurred to her that Elmer may have done more damage to his head than simply cut it open. She had been so consumed with thoughts of the termination that she hadn't even considered that he could be seriously hurt. She knew about head injuries. She knew how misleading they could be. How a simple thing could do severe damage. She was trained to treat them. How could she not have thought...?

Lona left the department quickly and began down the corridor towards MRI. She stopped only when she saw Christine Draper walking towards her.

"Lona are you...? Did you...?" Christine asked softly noticing her friend's hand once again resting on her stomach and wondering if it was because there was indeed a child still in there or whether it was because she was in discomfort from the termination.

"How's Elmer? Is he down there?" Lona asked; the only thing on her mind at that moment the man who she had left in such a state a little while previously.

"He's already had the scan. It was clear. He's in trauma with Hook now having stitches and nursing a concussion." Christine explained.

Lona nodded sighing with relief, the two women changing direction and making their way to trauma where they would find the men that they loved.

"Are you in any pain?" Christine asked softly and Lona looked at her tearfully.

"Oh Lona." The younger woman whispered, stopping as Lona began to cry and taking her into her arms.