A/N: HAHA left a big cliff hanger huh? I think everyone who guessed was right lol... ENJOY! And pretty please review! I have lotsa readers but not many reviews

"Dr. Foster… " Kelly mumbled.

"Um," Loker whispered nervously, "This isn't what it looks like." He whispered.

"Well, what does it look like?"

"I don't know…" Loker mumbled.

"It looks like you were making out with Cal's girlfriend." She said madly.

"Then it is what it looks like." He whispered, looking at Kelly.

"You knew Eli." She said to him.

"Knew what?"

"That she was with him. You even asked me." She madly looked at Cal. "What the hell is wrong with you? You have Cal, you are dating that man!" She yelled, pointing to his office. "And you cheat on him?" She asked sadly.

"I… I just needed something, he is being a real jerk right now and he won't even let me touch his arm!" She yelled back.

"So you cheat on him?" Gillian asked, she was totally pissed now, "And you knew!" She yelled at Loker.

"Listen!" He snapped back, "I don't get many girls and when one this beautiful makes the first move… I don't give a shit if she is dating my boss!" He yelled. He immediately regretted it because he sounded totally desperate.

"I have to go check on Cal." Kelly said walking out. Foster watched her leave and shook her head.

"I am going to tell Cal." Gillian said.

"Good… he could use the stress and the hurt, just add that to the worry about Emily and the physical pain." Loker said, walking out of the lab.

Gillian sighed and sat down. She began to run the situation through her mind. "If I tell him, then Loker is right. He will not only be in physical pain but also in emotional, but if I don't tell him, he would feel like he couldn't trust me…" She whispered.

.:.

"I told you to slow down," Amy whispered, "Now we have a problem…" She said to him, taking her hand off of his knee and setting the file down.

"What kind of problem?" Cal asked nervously.

"Your leg isn't healing right; I am not sure if it is because you fell yesterday or because I pulled it up quickly. I should have never done that… I don't know what I was thinking." She whispered, disappointed in herself.

"No… it's okay… I asked you to do it." Cal said, to her with a small smile. "What does that mean for my leg? It will take longer… or?" He asked.

"It is never going to heal properly." She said, biting her lip.

"Never?"

"Never. It is in horrible shape, but it is nothing the doctors can fix. It just moved around the bones a bit and if we wanted to put you through surgery to fix it, it would cost a great amount of money and a great amount of pain."

"And if I don't have surgery?" He asked her, taking a deep breath.

"Whether or not you have surgery it will…" She began to shake her head.

"What? I want to know." He said.

"Most likely be painful for the rest of your life. It will never heal right and it will be very painful to walk on it. I mean… you will be able to walk, but it will hurt… very much."

"When has pain ever stopped me?" He asked with a weak, yet warm smile.

"Have you been working on your arm stretches?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yep… It doesn't hurt as much." He said, beginning to stretch.

"That's great." She said with a big smile.

"At least I am doing something right…" He muttered.

"Still no luck with Emily?" Amy asked, looking at her feet.

Cal looked away from her and sighed. He ignored the question and stared out the window.

"Okay well you can go to the doctor now. I will see you tomorrow." Amy said with a smile, pushing him out of the room.

"So?" Gillian asked, standing up, and setting her magazine down.

"We can talk about it in the car." He whispered, rolling himself out.

Amy shook her head and walked back into her office.

.:.

"Wow! How did I get so damn lucky?" Jack asked Emily, walking into the room with some Coke.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, still mesmerized by the T.V.

"Did I say you could talk?" He yelled, punching her in the face again.

Emily silently cried for a minute then took a deep breath, trying her best to ignore the pain in her eye.

"Gosh… I freaking HATE ignorant kids." He said walking out of the room.

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"It's just not good okay?" Cal said looking out the window.

"What did she say?" Gillian asked, driving to the hospital.

"She said it isn't going to heal right… that I will be in pain for the rest of my life okay?" He snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He hated being the vulnerable one that everyone was worried about. He wanted to take care of himself. He decided he would change the subject. "Do you know how fucked up this car looks without a passenger seat?" He asked with a small smile.

"Well the wheel chair has to be put somewhere and I am not going to try to put you in this car and then fold up your chair and then unfold it and try to get you out of this car. So we will stick with the ramp." Gillian said frustrated that he wouldn't go further into detail about what Amy said. "I can't be your therapist anymore Cal." She said quickly.

"Why not?" He asked worriedly, "I don't want someone else."

"Because you can't open up to me, Cal. You know me too well and you are keeping your feelings from me. You need someone who can't judge you. Someone who knows nothing about you, but knows how to help you handle your problems. You need someone who can help you, someone that you can tell your deepest darkest secrets to. You need someone that you will never see again, so you don't have to worry about the awkward moment when you see each other again." Gillian said, pulling into the hospital parking lot. She opened the door and got out, walking into the hospital.

Cal sat in the car, motionless. He stared at the dashboard awkwardly. He ran a hand through his hair and whispered to himself, "Is it really that bad to be around me?"

.:.

"Nothing on Emily so far." Reynolds said to Loker walking down the front hallway, "All we know is that Jack has her."

"And how do we know that?" Loker asked looking through the file that Ben handed him.

"The note in there. It is on a pink piece of paper." Ben said anxiously walking into Cal's office. "Good he isn't here."

Loker looked at the note and read it aloud, "'Dear Daddy, Jack took me… I am okay… for now… Love, Emily. I love you dad and I-' Looks like he stopped her from writing." Loker mumbled. He set the note down and walked up to Ben, "What are we looking for?"

"Anything that might help." Ben whispered looking around the room. He dug through some drawers and bags, "Nothing…" Ben mumbled throwing a black handkerchief to the ground.

.:.

"Amy told me about your leg. There is nothing we can do with it…" Dr. Tolleth mumbled. "We need to take some tests, check on your breathing, make sure your ribs are okay. The usual." He said, walking out of the room.

"Okay…" Cal said. He wasn't able to take his eyes off Gillian. He wanted to know if that was why she no longer wanted to be his therapist or if it was because he was too depressing, because she just couldn't handle him. If that was the reason then he might as well be dead.

Gillian nervously looked at the floor. She could feel his eyes on her back. She could feel them watching her. She was about to get mad at him when a doctor saved her the trouble.

"How are you today?" Dr. Burns asked with a big grin on his face.

"Get out of here." Cal said firmly, ready to fight.

"Cal, put your fist down," Gillian said with a small smile, "That is no way to treat your doctor."

"Leave… right now." He insisted.

"I can't do that. I need you to take this medicine." Dr. Burns said, handing him a small cup.

"There is no way in hell that I would take your medicine." Cal said shaking his head.

"Please sir… It will help you." He said walking closer.

"Get away from me." Cal said rolling towards Gillian. "He is an insider… after you all left two nights ago he beat me. He made it seem like I was having another memory."

"Why did you tell me this two nights ago?" Gillian yelled at him.

"Now it has gone too far." Dr. Burns said, walking to the hospital door and shutting it. He then threw a lock on and chucked the key out of the window. "I have no reason to leave and you have no reason to live." He said with a laugh. He walked up to Cal and grabbed him by the shoulder, he threw him to the ground and then laughed as Cal cried out in pain, "I know that it has been 3 months since you last watched something like this, but I want you to be able to tell all your little friends that you watched your boyfriend die. I want you to tell them that you watched him getting his final beating… okay?" He asked, tying her up to the bathroom door handle.

"We are in a hospital! There is no way you could get away with this!" Gillian yelled at him.

"I know! Isn't it crazy how little doctors pay attention?" He asked with a laugh, kicking Cal's bad leg.

"Don't!" Gillian yelled tears beginning to fell down her face.

"Oh good! You're crying. I love to watch a girl cry. It's just hilarious!" He yelled staring at her.

"You are a sicko, just like Jack." Cal said, swinging his good leg around and knocking Tye over. He began to violently kick him as hard as he could without too much pain.

"Ah!" Tye yelled trying his best crawl away. He eventually made it to the wall and he stood up but he fell down again when Gillian kicked the heel of her shoes into his shin. "Gosh damnit!" He yelled madly. He crawled to the corner of the room where nobody would reach him. He slowly stood up and ran over to Cal. He quickly kicked him wherever he could and he did it violently. He waited till Cal was laying there, almost in tears and when he saw blood. "Well… I will see you two later… oh and Cal?" He said with a laugh. Cal moaned. "I hope you die." He laughed then jumped out the window and ran off.

Cal looked at Gillian who was struggling with the ropes. She finally made it free and ran to Cal. "That wasn't supposed to happen." She whispered, lightly laying her hand on his cheek.

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"Why would you do that? And go ahead! Punch me! I really don't care!" Emily yelled at Jack.

"Well that defeats the purpose." Jack said, leaning back on the couch, "Why? Well, you see. It is so damn hilarious!" He bit his lip and waited for her reaction.

"Please just stop hurting him… haven't you done enough? He is already going to be in pain for the rest of his life!" She yelled at Jack.

"Hmm… He is just so easy to hurt. Especially in his vulnerable state right now… You know… I always thought your dad was such a tough guy, and he was when we first starting beating him up, but I guess the pain just knocked down his big strong wall and he has been extremely weak ever since. And then you add in taking you! He is so weak right now… it's not even funny… actually it hilarious…" He said walking out of the room.

.:.

"So let me get this straight. Two nights ago… this guy came in and beat you up? And you didn't tell anyone? So then he comes back and puts you back in the hospital." Ben asked.

Cal took a deep breath, "Just let me out of here! I can take the pain, I just need to find Emily. What if she is dead?" He asked madly.

"We are going to find her." Ben assured him.

"Is she going to be broken?" Cal asked him madly, "Like I was? Is she going to be on the edge of life?" He was now yelling. "It took you at least a week to find me… And look what they did! Emily is much smaller and much more fragile… can you imagine what is happening to her right now? No! You can't! You couldn't feel it, Ben! Were you beat constantly for 7 days? NO!" He yelled at him, "I need to find her." He whispered.

"Cal… I totally understand what you are saying, but I cannot let you go searching for her in this condition."

"Fine then. Send me to a physical therapist and I won't stop until I can go searching for her. Where is Amy? I need to talk to her. I will work 24/7 if it means I can at least look for my daughter." He said determined.

A/n: GO CAL! woohoo! did i play him well enough... with his determined attitude? and his care for his daughter? what did you think? let me knwo in some reviews... i REALLY like long reviews by the way