Griffin was worried about Erica. She wasn't responding as he'd hoped to the medication. The bullet had done a lot of damage to her internal organs. She was in so much pain he had been forced to keep her sedated. She was a in a very precarious position and had crashed right there on the operating table during her last surgery. Now to make matters worse her body kept throwing up blood clots. One had blocked an artery causing damage to her one working kidney. A stroke or a fatal heart attack was becoming a real danger. He had given her blood thinners but that left her in risk of bleeding out internally. Erica may be a fighter but this time it was a war she wasn't winning. This time it looked like she had given up trying.
She was a very desolate figure, alone in the ICU. Visitors were few. Jackson came by daily, to ask after her, pacing outside her room for a few minutes, but not once stepping inside. Opal came by when she could but she was so busy taking care of Bianca and Marissa's children, watching Emma and Kendal's boys for Ryan, managing Krystal's while Krystal was by her daughter's beside, nursing Tad, now that he was home from the hospital… she never had the chance to spend the time she wanted by her 'gal-pal's' bedside. Many other people popped by, but mainly to pick up snippets of information to bring to Bianca, who was always desperate for news of her mother, Marissa and her kids.
No, apart from the doctors and nurses, Erica had been alone for weeks.
She needed someone to be her support, someone to offer her encouragement. She needed a reason to keep up the fight. Griffin knew just who Erica needed. He was also pretty certain that that person needed Erica as well…