Sorry for the wait. It's final exam time, unfortunately. I still have three left, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

So, I am fairly certain that this will be at least a three or four part thing. I simply cannot do the shooting justice in a single chapter. There's way too much content and dialogue I want to cover.

For the sake of time and confusion, I will not be writing about Bailey's story within the shooting. I couldn't make Amber fit in enough to make it relevant. And if you notice any other differences to the actual storyline (apart from the obvious ones), I probably did it on purpose so have no fear.

I was sooo nervous to do the shooting, because honestly, I just don't think I'm mature enough of a writer to handle something this intense. So all I can hope is that I did not make a mockery out of what I consider to be two of the greatest episodes of Grey's Anatomy ever.

Just know that I tried really really really hard!

Okay, enough stalling. Here it is:

For most people, the hospital is a scary place. A hostile place. A place where bad things happen. Most people would prefer church, or school, or home, but I grew up here. While my mom was on rounds, I learned to read in the OR gallery, I played in the morgue, I colored with crayons on old ER charts. The hospital was my church, my school, my home; the hospital was my safe place, my sanctuary. I love it here. Correction: loved it here.
- Meredith Grey: Season 6, Episode 23


The pain. It was equivalent to being branded with searing iron repeatedly in the same place. Just make it to the elevator. Alex coaxed himself. Someone will be able to help you. Placing one hand on the cold floor in front of him, he dragged his body, causing himself to slide through a pool of his own blood.

It might have been the loss of blood causing his thoughts to become incoherent, but for whatever reason, his thoughts drifted to the old action movies he used to watch with Aaron on Friday nights. When their mother could remember to pay the cable bill, which wasn't often, they would sneak into the den late at night and spend hours watching marathons on AMC, or whatever channel would come in the clearest. No matter what film they saw, there was always a plethora of gun slinging. Alex could recall once or twice wondering what it felt like to be shot. He imagined everyone wondered that at some point or another. He never wanted to experience it, but…there was always that natural curiosity.

Pulling himself in agony across a three yard stretch that was beginning to feel like miles, his curiosity had been met. It was a cruel combination of the fires of hell and the biting ice of the Arctic Circle all at once. It reminded him of holding his hand under hot water too long. If you are exposed to the heat long enough, you eventually experience that brief moment where it starts to feel freezing. This was similar to that, only magnified tenfold.

Am I dying? He wondered calmly. There was no panic, only determination and confusion. His body was still moving, somehow. Adrenaline had taken over and he was steadily inching towards the elevator doors.

Amber. He thought suddenly, his body temperature dropping as he frantically tried to crawl faster. There was a shooter in the hospital somewhere, and he needed to make it out alive; if not for himself, then for her. He couldn't help but notice the irony. He wasn't afraid of dying…but he was afraid of dying on his sister. Amber: the girl he had left behind with little remorse seven years ago. Amber: the girl that he had wanted nothing more than to forget five months earlier. Amber: the girl that he would do anything for now.


"I was fine. You didn't have to come get me." Amber argued, crossing her arms and sinking into the passenger seat of Jackson's silver Chrysler. After passing out during free period, the school nurse had demanded she return home for the day, or in her case, to a hospital on-call room. Alex had been called, but was in surgery, so the torch was thereby handed to his second in command.

Jackson gripped the steering wheel tightly to the point that his knuckles turned white. Amber was seriously testing his patience. "Amber, you had strict orders to refrain from any strenuous, physical activity."

"I didn't know that soccer counted as-"

"Oh, no you don't." He cut her off before she could complete her excuse. "I was sitting right there when Derek told you that your head injury was severe enough that you could not participate for at least another week."

Amber remained silent, sensing there was more to come.

"But you chose to disregard everything he told you instead. Your first day back at school and you start scrimmaging during free period!"

"I didn't think that it would be a big deal."

"Obviously it's a big deal. You lost consciousness."

"Can we just drop this? My head is killing me." Amber mumbled.

Jackson was thankful when they reached a stop light so he could glare at her without risking a car crash. "Just because you went through a trauma doesn't mean you don't have to follow the rules around here anymore."

Amber was already deep within her defensive mode and had to use an overwhelming amount of willpower to keep herself from firing back with a sassy comment. "I know and I'm really sorry." She replied with as much sincerity as she could muster.

Jackson continued to glare at her, not noticing the light had turned green. After receiving an aggravated honk from the Station Wagon behind him, he reluctantly returned his attention to the road.

"I really am." Amber reassured him. "I'll be more careful." She hadn't been trying to make things harder on herself or on anybody else. All she wanted was to play soccer. It wasn't healthy to go too long without some form of outlet for emotional release. Some people had drugs, some people had music, some people had surgery…she had soccer. It was her release, and lately, she really needed one.

Things just seemed to be spiraling out of control. She wanted more than anything to forget all the bad things that had happened, but she couldn't quite get back into the normal flow of things. Even the atmosphere in the house was somewhat off. Derek was running around with private, hospital legal trouble on his mind, Alex and Jackson had thrown all of their energy into surgical affairs, and even Meredith was carrying about like she had a secret, spending a lot of time whispering with Christina. Amber could guess what it might be, although she wasn't positive. She found an empty box for a pregnancy test in the trashcan of the downstairs bathroom a day or two earlier. That meant one of two things. Either Alex had impregnated Lexie, which Amber was most certainly not okay with….or Meredith was going to have a baby, which didn't bother her so much.

Jackson pulled into the parking lot of Seattle Grace Mercy West wordlessly. After parking, the two continued to walk side by side in silence. He allowed his eyes to flicker to the teenager for a moment. She really did look apologetic. "Alright Amber, here's what's going to happen." He spoke up.

Amber glanced in his direction before directing her gaze towards the entrance of the hospital.

"I understand that living with five doctors during a recovery is a little bit too much to handle sometimes, but you're going to have to suck it up and do what we say or you won't get better."

"I understand." She mumbled as the automatic doors parted before them.

Jackson grabbed her good arm gently. "Not good enough kiddo." He waited until Amber looked up at him before lowering his voice and continuing with his lecture. "We would all do anything to keep you from getting hurt…but I need you to take better care of yourself, alright? You need to want to get better."

Amber nodded, making sure to maintain eye contact so her agreement would come across as believable and Jackson would shut up. It wasn't that she didn't want to heal…she had just stopped caring somewhere along the way. Every promise she made to take care of herself, to treat herself better than her parents had, ended in detriment eventually. Her only choice now was a more stoic approach, accepting that she would always be on the short end of the stick and there was nothing she could do about it. Why should she care? She would be lying if she claimed the thought of ending it hadn't crossed her mind once or twice growing up.

Jackson seemed satisfied with her compliance and proceeded to lead Amber over to the main elevator where he found Christina waiting. Without warning, his pager went off. He glanced down at it grudgingly. Gunshot wound.

"Damn. I have to take this. Yang, would you take her upstairs with you?"

"Of course." She smiled down at Amber as warmly as she knew how too.

"Thank you." Jackson said appreciatively. He tousled Amber's hair before taking off running in the opposite direction. Amber and Christina stepped into the elevator, not bothering with pleasantries. Glancing around, they were alone, apart from a nervous looking, older man standing towards the far right side.

He looked almost angry, his face permanently fixed with a half-scowl causing his grey mustache to point downward. Christina stared at the floor, contemplating her shoes, wallowing in self pity over her recent break up with her boyfriend, Owen. The elevator was eerily silent, until the man spoke up.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where to find the chief?" He questioned, his voice absent of all emotion.

There was something about his empty tone that Amber couldn't quite shake….a trace of desire, a sense of purpose…an ulterior motive. The way he asked for Derek's location reminded her of the way Steve used to ask her mother where 'that daughter of hers' was. She felt goose bumps form on the skin of her arms at the mere thought.

Christina clearly didn't interpret the same warning, as she answered without skipping a beat. "Dr. Sheppard? He's probably in his office."

"I've been to his office before…can't seem to remember how to get there. I keep going in circles."

Amber silently urged Christina to make up an excuse…to say that she forgot, but her attempt at telepathy was no use. She replied flatly with a rather detailed set of directions, leading straight to Derek's office.

"Thank you." The man said. They arrived at the next floor and he lingered slightly before putting one foot in front of the other and stepping out of the elevator. "Have a nice day."

"You too." Christina answered politely as the doors closed and the strange man disappeared from Amber's sight.

She was tempted to get snippy with Christina about so willingly giving up Derek's whereabouts, but she thought against it as her brother drifted into her mind. "Shouldn't Alex be out of surgery by now?"

"His surgery got out over an hour ago." Christina answered nonchalantly. "Why?"

"When the school called he didn't answer."

"Try again."

Amber fumbled through her book-bag for her iPhone. She quickly hit her brother's number on speed dial and her heart rate quickened as it rang with no response. She had a bad feeling about this…worse than ever.

"No answer."

"I'm sure it's fine." Christina shrugged.


The phone calls and red tape were never ending. After four years of college, four years of medical school, and countless years practicing medicine to become an attending, Derek's job had switched from medical to political in a heartbeat. He shuffled mindlessly through the scattered papers on his desk. Being Chief of Surgery was meant to be a high honor, but in Derek's mind, it seemed more like a curse with each passing moment.

The loathing of his job was quickly interrupted as April Kepner burst into his office. Immediately, Derek took in sight of the front of her scrubs, which were drenched in blood. His palms grew clammy as he attempted to keep his thoughts in order and take in every word he was hearing as she rambled on about growing up on a farm and understanding the phrase "bleeding like a stuck pig." Derek allowed himself less than half of a second to feel overwhelmed before jumping into action. He had no idea what was going on, but unfortunately, this job meant that it was his responsibility to handle it.

"April, April. Calm down, you're in shock. What happened?" He demanded, placing his hands on the young girl's shoulders, trying to bring her back to reality. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable, the look of someone who had just witnessed something horrible.

"Reed's dead." She stuttered out through tears. "S-s-someone shot her."

Derek typically prided himself on his ability to think quickly in crunch situations. Hell, it was the reason he succeeded in the medical field to begin with. However, now, dealing with something completely out of his league, he stood frozen. It reminded him of opening the first page of a tough exam in high school. You look, stare at the first question, and suddenly realize that you have absolutely no idea what you are being asked. It's a horrendous moment really, the careful commingling of fear, confusion, and helplessness.

Knowing that he was on his own for the time being, he shook his head, silently urging himself to get it together. He led April to a chair on the opposite side of the room and guided her to sit down. He then wasted no time on ripping his office phone off of the receiver. His fingers shook as he fumbled to press the numbers that would reach hospital security.

After explain the situation, although he knew that he was likely as incoherent as April in the beginning, he was nowhere closer to receiving the answers he needed. Cradling the phone against his shoulder, he rapidly flipped through a book of emergency protocol he found in the bottom drawer of his desk.

"No…I know it's never happened before." He argued with the head of security on the other line. On cue, he finally reached the page he was looking for. "I found it. Lockdown. Nobody moves in or out…yeah. Nobody moves, nobody leaves until we know what's going on." He slammed the phone back onto the receiver and took a deep breath. He reassured himself that the police would arrive soon and the situation would be handled.

He turned his attention back to April who sat opposite him, doing her best to steady her breathing. Derek walked towards her and wiped the little remaining blood off of her forehead with a washcloth.

"The police are almost here." He informed her. "I need to go for a minute. You going to be okay here by yourself?"

She quickly returned to her frantic state. "N-no. You-you just said that n-nobody leaves-"

"Nobody but me." Derek cut her off. "I'm the chief, this is my hospital."

She opened her mouth to continue arguing, but Derek was halfway out the door before she had the time to form another sentence. He needed reinforcements. Three of his best surgeons, three people he could count on, three people he needed now more than ever were huddled together in the O.R. operating on a gunshot victim with absolutely no idea what was happening outside.

He moved down the hallway right on the cusp of walking and running, his steps evolving into a light job as he reached the surgical wing and he knew that nobody was around to question his haste. Derek grabbed a mask and held it over his face as he pushed his way into the operating room.

"How's it going in here?" He asked.

Owen shook his head violently. "Touch and go." He responded over his shoulder.

Derek glanced around apprehensively for a moment. He couldn't risk alarming Owen or Teddy. They were doing the majority of intricate work. He needed someone who would have less of a chance of harming the patient, but also someone he could trust. "Avery, you got a second?"

Jackson quickly grabbed a clothed and wrapped it around his blood soaked gloves before turning and walking over to converse with Derek.

"Has anybody checked their pager?"

"No we've been too busy." Jackson answered, sounding almost out of breath.

Derek wasted no time in getting to business. Jackson could handle it, that much he was sure of. "There's a shooter in the hospital. I don't want you to say a word, but when the patient is stable…I want you to tell Owen and Hunt that no one goes out of here until they are told."

Jackson couldn't bring himself to say anything in return. This was impossible. It had to be a joke.

"Can you handle this?"

Jackson stared vacantly into Derek's eyes for a moment before shakily responding. "Yes sir."

"Good." Derek turned to leave, but Jackson caught his arm, suddenly coming to a new realization.

"Who is Amber with?"

"Amber's here?" Derek's heart dropped into his stomach.

"I picked her up early from school…she wasn't feeling well. I had to rush here so I had her get in the elevator to the main floor with Yang." Jackson whispered. Any attempts at level headedness were shot to hell at this point.

"I'll find her."

"Derek I-"

"Jackson." He lowered his voice. "I will find her. Get back to surgery."

Jackson didn't respond, Derek didn't give him the chance before he was back out the door. Wordlessly, he walked back over to the surgical table. How the hell did this happen?


Arizona let out a puff of air to send her blonde bangs flying out from in front of her eyes. The pediatrics' wing was a flurry of confusion this afternoon, bustling with irritated parents and terrified children. She spun around in a quick circle, wising that Alex Karev were by her side. He had disappeared maybe an hour earlier after giving her his thoughts on an x-ray. He's like a child. She thought sheepishly to herself. Can't take my eyes off of him for a second.

Instead, she was stuck with Callie. But as much as it pained her to admit it, she was somewhat happy that she was close by, even if Callie was infuriated with her currently. The fact of the matter was, today was not an easy day. They were understaffed, sleep deprived, and it was nice to have someone competent in the general vicinity she was in.

She walked into the room that held Nora, feeling her heart literally swell with warmth at the sight of her lying in bed, her blue eyes dancing around the room as she took in the various pictures and colors. However what caught Arizona off guard was her appearance. Over the past couple of days, Nora's health had been on a steady incline. But today, her cheeks were absent of color, beads of sweat lined her forehead, and she seemed to be squirming more than usual.

Swiftly, she popped a thermometer into the toddler's mouth, rubbing her arm gently to keep her from moving. She yanked it out after hearing the beep and scowled at the "101.4" that stared back at her.

"Do you feel okay?" She asked calmly.

"Cold." The tiny voice replied.

"Well I can fix that." Arizona smiled, pulling the blankets tightly around the young girl's tiny frame and tucking them under her body. "You'll be warm in no time. Try to go to sleep alright? I'll be back with some medicine soon."

Nora nodded and turned her head to the side, which caused her face to vanish in a sea of blonde curls. Arizona sighed and walked out of the room, hastening her steps towards the nurses' station. She knew that this was likely just Nora's body resisting the alteration towards one of the vital organs, but it was still unsettling. As she made her way into the main room, the first thing she noticed was Callie, leaning against one of the counters with her chin resting on her fist, looking like a pouty adolescent.

"Can you page Dr. Altman for me and see if she is out of surgery?" Arizona asked one of the nurses somewhat anxiously. The surgeon half of her was commanding her brain to shut up, telling her how common it is for the human body to put up a small fight when major changes have been made. It wasn't as if Nora's symptoms were any rise for concern. However, the other half of her, the half that cared for this child on a much deeper level than professionally acceptable, wanted a second opinion.

The nurse's eyes grew wide in astonishment and she hung up the phone, her hand twitching ever so slightly. "We're on lockdown."

Arizona allowed her eyes to drift to Callie's face briefly before she comprehended the words that had just been uttered. "What? Why?"

"Oh come on…" Callie lamented from the other side of the station.

"It's a joke right? It's a drill?" Arizona began to ask but was abruptly silenced as a chorus of pager's sounded throughout the room. "Ok. This is no drill. Everyone…we're sealing the floor. I don't know why and it doesn't matter why, but no one goes in or out past the double doors. Check on your own patients then come back and see if there are any others. We don't have a lot of hands on deck. And people…do not alarm the makers of the tiny humans. They will eat you alive."

Everyone began to disperse quickly and Arizona looked to Callie as she picked up the phone and held it to her ear. "I really thought that was a joke."

"Sick joke." Callie scoffed.

"Excuse me?"


Arizona shook her head in disbelief. She had expected the immaturity; in fact, she would be frightened if Arizona hadn't shown some signs of anger. But at work? In the middle of a crisis no less? The least she could do was perform on a professional level. "What? You can't be stuck on the same floor as me? That's a hardship for you?"

"Uh, yeah….it is." Callie replied without a single display of emotion before turning and walking to go check on her patients.


Amber sat in boredom on a stationary hospital gurney in an empty corridor of the hospital. Yang was next to her, swinging her legs, lost in thought as she made notes on a patient chart that sat in her lap. Amber pulled her iPhone back out of her pocket and dialed Alex's number again. She couldn't deny that she was beginning to panic. Alex never missed her calls. He openly admitted that working in a hospital made him paranoid, that every time the phone rang he couldn't help but worry that something had happened to her. For that reason, unless he was in surgery, he always answered. Always.

"Kid, calm your jets." Christina glanced up. "He's just busy."

"That's never stopped him before." Amber countered.

"Everything's fine. Quit your worrying. It's driving me up the wall."

The double doors leading into the hallway opened and Meredith emerged into their view.

"Meredith!" Amber jumped up out of her seat and ran over to her friend. "Where's Alex?"

"I haven't seen him." She dismissed Amber curtly, as if short on time. Meredith placed a hand on the small of her back and led her over to the gurney. "Did you get that page? Lockdown?"

"What?" Amber nearly shouted in Christina's direction.

Christina ignored her and shook her head as if the situation were far beneath her concerns. "Yeah, I mean whatever. It means we can't leave. I never leave here anyway, so what do I care?"

Meredith chuckled and Amber glared in their direction. How could they not be taking this seriously?

"You know it's probably just a drill, or like a psych patient got out…or a baby went missing from the nursery." She took a bite of the apple she held in her right hand before continuing. "Or there's an axe murder on the loose."

"An axe murderer would be fun!" Meredith joined in playfully, plopping down next to Christina.

"I don't think you guys should be joking." Amber urged them timidly. "This is serious."

"Can it rug rat." Christina shot back before returning her focus to Meredith. "So…how did he react? Was his world made whole because your womb is not empty and dry? Did he weep like a bitch-baby?"

"I didn't tell him because he was in a mood." Meredith answered, sounding somewhat disenchanted "I want him to be happy because it's a good thing. It should be special!"

"You're pregnant?" Amber asserted herself into the conversation, reeling from the newly obtained information. Truth be told, she more pleased that it wasn't Lexie than anything else.

Meredith tilted her head slightly and shrugged. "What do you think about it?"

"I think it's amazing." She answered truthfully. For a moment her concern for her brother vanished into the background as she contemplated the idea of Meredith and Derek as new parents. "I think you would be an incredible mom."

Meredith smiled warmly before Christina butted back in. "You found out squatting over a stick in the bathroom. That's not special. Why should he get special?"

"I feel like I'm going to explode because I want to tell him and I haven't. I hate it! This is good news, he should know, right?" She looked to her friends for confirmation, interpreting their lack of protest as compliance. "You know what? I'm telling him now."

"Ohh!" Christina exclaimed, grabbing Amber by the arm and pulling her up to follow Meredith. Amber cringed at the strain on her still-healing dislocation. "We're coming."

After receiving only a look in return, she expanded on her previous statement. "I want to see the bitch-baby tears."

Meredith raised an eyebrow at Christina. She loved her, but this was sort of a private moment.

"We'll stay in the hallway. I just…." She paused and took a deep breath. "I broke up with Owen."

"A look of realization spread across Meredith's face. She couldn't possibly turn her down now and Christina new it. She was a crafty one like that. "Alright…come on you two."


Lexie moved about the center of the main floor of the hospital, working hard to keep busy. Although scut work was the farthest thing from her mind, it was much better to worry about getting an attending signature on the order form in her hand than it was to fret over the whereabouts of her boyfriend, her older sister, and her friends. The only thing she was thankful for at this current moment was that Amber was at school. At least she could be sure, without a shadow of a doubt, that one person she cared about what having a normal day.

Sighing, she tentatively approached Mark Sloane. She didn't want to converse with him. She had been avoiding that very action since their spirited break up several months ago. He was a wonderful person, but she felt a duty to protect Alex from getting shoved into the middle of ex-boyfriend drama.

"I need you to sign off on this." Lexie muttered as she came up next to him, staring at the chipped nail polish on her fingers rather than at the smug look that seemed to be constantly glued to Mark's masculine features.

"Lock down. Really crazy, right?" Mark asked, doing his best to focus on the chart on his hands and not steal a glance at the woman next to him. "You think it's anything serious?"

"Can you just sign your name?" She dismissed his attempts at sparking a conversation. Engaging him was a dangerous game. He was clever and never broke a sweat in obtaining the information he needed.

"Is this Karev thing serious?" He questioned.

"Mark." Lexie cut him off.

"I miss you." He finally looked her straight in the eyes, giving his best puppy face for good measure.

"Can you just sign the order?" She demanded, anger bubbling in her chest. It was a foreign concept to her, why this man couldn't allow her to be happy. Alex made her feel important, he made her feel like she belonged somewhere. She felt like with Mark, towards the end of their relationship at least, she had been trying to force herself into a life she didn't blend in with. It was like wearing jeans at a black and white cocktail party, awkward and out of place.

"Now is as good of a time as any to hash this out." He commented, shifting his body to face hers. "It's just odd how you can leave me when I decided to make an appearance in my estranged daughter's life, but you have no issues playing mommy dearest with Karev's kid."

"She's his sister." Lexie spat back. "And I don't have to justify myself to you. I'm not raising a baby with him, Mark. She is fifteen years old and his responsibility. I care about her a lot and yes, occasionally I act on the parental side, but don't you dare pretend like it's the same situation."

Mark stood contemplating this momentarily, frustrated that his guilt trip failed to make any kind of impact towards her demeanor. "I still miss you." He mumbled.

"Just sign it." She whispered, extending the chart to him without eye contact.

The awkward encounter between the ex-lovers suddenly came to an end as a nurse frantically called after a man who appeared to be vacating the main floor. "Sir! Sir! You cannot leave this area, the hospital is on lockdown!" She shouted after him.

What happened next was akin to a slow motion replay at the end of a close football game. Lexie glanced up, as this seemingly distraught man standing on the stairs reached into the side of his coat. As he produced the gun from his pocket, she saw what was happening, Mark did too, but there was absolutely nothing that could be done to prevent what would follow. The first shot fired and Mark immediately grabbed Lexie and hurled their bodies to the ground, throwing himself on top of her like a shield. Maybe this beautiful woman no longer cared about him, maybe he had lost his chance, but he would still be damned if he let anything happen to her. Not in a million years.

The main floor was in utter disarray as people ran for their lives, screaming. Lexie did an army crawl until she reached the nurse's station, greeted by the corpse of a woman who was only trying to stop this man for his own safety. This nurse wasn't necessarily her friend, but Lexie interacted with her almost every day. She didn't know a single thing about her, whether she was married, had kids, what she did in her spare time.

"No…no…no." Lexie stuttered in shock. This was a person, a good person, a human being stretched lifelessly before her in a pool of blood. "She's dead." She continued to choke out as Mark tried to pick her up off of the floor. "She's dead."

"Come on!" Mark shouted above the noise as he yanked her to her feet and began to pull her alongside of him. She felt a small surge of gratitude shine through her terror. She was far too gone to make sense of her surroundings, and had it not been for Mark, she would likely still be crouched behind the nurse's counter starting at a dead body.

Marked wrapped an arm protectively around her upper body and cradled the side of her head in his palm as he made his way through the thick of the crowd. People ran off in every direction, calling for loved ones and searching for different escape routes. Finally, he stood in front of the elevator and began jabbing the button repeatedly, doing his best to maintain a firm grasp on the frightened young surgeon next to him.

As the elevator doors parted, the sight before him stole his breath in a way he had never experienced. The only thing he could compare it to was when Derek accidentally hit him in the stomach with a metal baseball bat when they were in middle school. He practically had to beg "Mama Sheppard" not to rush him to the emergency room as she was convinced he might have suffered internal damage.

Lexie blinked rapidly, attempting to regain composure. As she finally came to, staring into the elevator, she couldn't even muster up the breath to scream. There, in a heap on the elevator floor in front of her, was a man. He was flat on his back, a large blood puddle staring back at her menacingly next to his still body. That was when it hit her. That wasn't just a man. It wasn't just another helpless victim, a nurse that she knew nothing about. The man in front of her…was her boyfriend. It was Alex.

To be continued….

I could reallyyyy use some feedback on this chapter, folks! I haven't had too much practice with super dramatic writing, so please let me know your thoughts and opinions! It would mean a lot to me!