Trevor sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, his head resting against the wall as Aliya came to sit next to him. The two stayed silent for what seemed like hours, exhausted now that the adrenaline had seemed to wear off and both kids were wearing white t-shirts and sweatpants, albeit a little big on them, but they needed to be changed out of their bloody clothes.

"I'm sorry that I pushed you earlier," Trevor says, finally looking at her.

"It's okay. I'd have done the same; you were upset, I get it," she says with a shrug, "are you going to tell your mom about your dad?"

Trevor shook his head, "nah she doesn't need to know."

"I'm sorry for keeping it from you."

"You had to, I guess, and I'll get over it eventually. Can you send Leon over?"

Aliya only got up, going over to where Leon was talking to Sherry. His head was in his hands where he sat in a chair and he and Sherry still had Helena's blood on them. In the nine months since she had been living with them, she had never seen Leon this upset and for a moment she thought she even saw him crying.

"Hey Leon? Trevor wants to talk to you."

Leon let out a heavy sigh and got up, knowing that this was coming. Aliya had told him shortly after Helena was rushed to surgery that Trevor knew the truth about his dad, and he knew that Trevor had quite a bit to say. Leon went to sit next to the boy, who was looking straight ahead.

"Why?"

"Well," he starts, swallowing thickly, "me and Helena had to get into the facility, and we needed to find anything about Aliya that we could. Your father tried to stop us, and he almost killed Helena. I didn't want to kill him, but I had to protect my partner."

Trevor listened attentively as Leon spoke, trying his best not to lose his temper all over again. All the feelings that he had first felt when his father died were beginning to come flooding back.

"Aliya said something similar. I just needed to make sure that you said the same."

"Listen, I didn't want to kill your father and I'm sure that he didn't want to hurt us. We found out that Natalia was threatening you and your mom to get him to do her dirty work and he wanted to protect you guys like me and Helena wanted to protect Aliya."

Trevor listened to the information, unsure if he was understanding or if he was just so tired from the last twelve hours that he didn't have the energy to fight anymore.

"Thanks, Leon," he says, his voice cracking as Leon decided to get up and give him some space, "and Leon? I'm sorry about Helena."

"It isn't your fault. I don't want you or Aliya blaming yourselves."

Trevor nodded, about to say something else, when Carla came into the waiting room, and he got up to rush to his mother.

"I'll deal with you later," Carla says, giving her son a look and beckoning Leon to follow her.

"How is she?" he asked, beginning to walk with her to the ICU.

"It's going to be touch and go to see if she survives the night. If she survives the night, then she will be through the worst of it, and we may be able to take the breathing tube out. We got the bullet out though and we managed to stop the bleeding," Carla says as she walked, her hands folded behind her, "there is something else though."

"Yeah?"

"When she initially came in, we noticed bruising on her stomach and injuries to her face and upon doing tests once we got her out of surgery, we discovered that she had a broken rib and a concussion. These aren't usually the type of injuries you see with gun shots, and she was clearly beaten." she says, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Leon immediately knew what she was thinking and as a doctor, he knew she was required to ask questions.

"I didn't touch her," he starts, trying his best not to get defensive, "we had a break in a few days ago while I was at work late."

Carla nodded, not completely believing him but not having any proof to suggest that he was lying and continued to lead him to Helena's room.

"Just have one of the nurses page me if you have any questions."

Leon didn't say anything and took a seat by Helena's bedside. Helena looked paler than when they had first brought her in and had deep bags under her eyes. Helena had a tube down her throat helping her breathe just as a precaution for the evening. He noticed that she had a blood pressure cuff around her upper bicep to make sure it didn't plumet again like when she originally came in.

Leon felt awful as he saw Helena hooked up to the various machines and he felt as though it was his fault she was in such bad shape and if she died, he was never going to forgive himself. Leon looked up as the door opened and he saw Claire enter.

"Hey Chris called me and told me what happened. How's she doing?" she asks, going over to where Leon was sitting at her bedside.

"Carla said it's touch and go tonight but if she survives the night then she will probably be fine." he says, his voice cracking as Claire wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

"It's all my fault."

"No, this isn't your fault. You didn't know that this was going to happen so don't blame yourself."

"I shouldn't have let her go off alone," he says, pulling away from Claire and sitting back down in his seat and taking Helena's hand in his and holding it as if she was made of glass, kissing it gently.

Carla watched from a distance through the glass window as Claire and Leon spoke before leaving the ICU and going to the main waiting area where Ashley, the nurse at the nurse's station with red hair, flagged her down.

"Hey, the GSW that was brought in, Helena Johnson, I ran the ID that her husband gave me for her after filling out all the paperwork and nothings coming up."

"Huh that's weird. Mind if I see?"

Ashley handed the ID over to her, who looked it over carefully and took out her own ID to compare.

"It's a fake. A good one at that. See how the edges on her ID are squarer and the ones on mine are more rounded?"

Carla didn't wait for a response as she went to a nearby storage room where they had put Helena's blood-stained clothes in a plastic bag, and she started searching for the pockets on the pants until she found the real ID and looked at the information on it.

"Helena Harper," she muttered to herself, returning to the station, and tossing it down in front of Ashley as Aliya and Trevor approached, "alright you two. Explain. Now." She says sternly, her hands on her hips as she stares down at the children.

"Shooting range accident."

"Shooting at the store."

Both kids had given their excuses simultaneously, staring at each other in complete panic.

"We were kidnapped."

"Witness protection."

The kids both spoke simultaneously again, this time glaring at each other.

"Dude," Aliya says exasperatedly, looking at her best friend as Carla raised an eyebrow at the two and crossed her arms. At this point Aliya was just tired of lying about everything and it was easier to come clean.

"I can wait all day, but Helena is in critical condition and as of right now she also has injuries that are consistent with being beaten and if you two don't tell me the truth, I'm going to have to get not only the police involved, but CPS too."

"They aren't my parents." Aliya says, Trevor giving her a dirty look and Carla's eyes widening, wondering if she was going to need to make an entirely different call, "no nothing like that, ma'am!" She adds frantically, seeing the look Carla was giving them.

"I'm listening…" Carla says slowly, unsure of where this was going.

"Leon and Helena work for the government and they're taking care of me. I'm an experiment, you see, and I got placed with them."

Carla pursed her lips, not sure if she believed it but not having nothing else to go on. At least not until Helena woke up if she was willing to corroborate Aliya's story.

"Mom, can we see her?"

"Absolutely not," Carla says, appalled that they would even ask such a thing, "you know that no one under sixteen is allowed in the ICU and only two people at a time."

"Please? Helena's the closest to a mother I have since my real mom used me as a guinea pig. Please?" Aliya asks, giving Carla a look that can only be described as a puppy dog look.

Carla sighed, "alright fine, go on but if anyone asks you snuck up there."

Aliya and Trevor quickly thanked her and ran down to the ICU, the automatic doors almost not opening fast enough with how fast they were running. The two found Helena's room and opened the sliding glass door, stopping in their tracks when they saw Helena.

"Helena." Aliya says softly, feeling as though seeing Helena hooked up to the machines was more traumatic than seeing her get shot and she almost immediately started crying.

"Hey, it's okay," Leon says, getting up and hugging her.

"I should have done something," she choked out as Leon wiped the tears from her face.

"Hey just like I told Leon, this isn't anyone's fault." Claire says, kneeling next to her, "Sherry told me that you two had gotten her to the elevator and tried to stop the bleeding. If you guys hadn't been there, she would most likely not have made it."

"Yeah, I guess," Aliya says, wiping her tears away as Leon hugged her while Trevor awkwardly stood to the side, his hands behind his back and looking down at his feet.

"Here, why don't I bring you guys down to get some food?" she asks, urging both children out of the room since it seemed a little crowded.

Leon looked back at Helena as he sat down, hoping she would survive the night.