Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who has kept reading! You all have a special place in my heart :)

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Julie's POV:

I didn't want to struggle with putting on pants, so I settled with a dress. It was one of the many things Carrie bought for me before I left the hospital. The soft burgundy material stopped above my knees, so the bandage on my thigh was covered. I put on a dark sweater to keep warm. Carrie had promised to look after Hunter today for me.

She was sitting in the kitchen with him on her lap. He had his stuffed monkey in his hands. Carrie had a magazine open on the table in front of her. She smiled when she saw me, but her smile quickly dropped from her face.

"You look nice," she said.

"Thanks."

"Detective Cameron called," she told me. "He said he'll be here in about ten minutes."

I've been up for the past couple hours since I woke up from my last Tommy induced nightmare, and I never heard the phone ring. I pulled out one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sat down.

"How come you never told me?" Carrie asked.

"Told you about what?" I tried to play dumb.

"About...the meat."

I kept my eyes locked on my fingers intertwined with each other. I did not want to see the hurt or the disgusted looking expression on Carrie's face.

"I didn't want to scare you," I said quietly. "I would have eventually though."

We waited in silence. Carrie would turn the page of her magazine every so often, and I kept my eyes down on the table. I was strangely relieved when someone knocked on the door. Carrie set Hunter down in my lap and she ran to the door. I could hear them mumbled to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

"How are you feeling today, Juliet?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Cameron. He was wearing a suit and had a blue tie around his neck. He had dark circles under his eyes. Carrie was by his side and she was smiling again.

"I'm alright," I said.

"Where's your wheelchair?" he asked.

"It's in the living room," Carrie said before turning around. I rolled my eyes because she was treating me like I couldn't speak for myself.

"I should be okay if we're just going to the station," I said.

"There's going to be a bit of walking," he said. "We need to take a stop at the hospital first."

"The hospital?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why do we need to go there?"

"It's just a formality."

Carrie pushed the wheelchair into the kitchen. I gave Hunter a kiss before I handed him over to Carrie. Cameron gave me his hand and helped me get into the wheelchair. The chair was hard to maneuver on my own, but it wouldn't be bad if I had somebody pushing me around. It would feel good not to drag my leg around all day.

I stayed quiet as Cameron pushed me down the hallway and out to his car on the street. He helped me get into the passenger seat, and then folded up the wheelchair into the trunk. I realized I haven't left the apartment since I left the hospital. Cameron got back into the car, and then adjusted his tie before pulling away from the curb. We hadn't said a word to each other since we were in the kitchen.

"Do you know where Tommy is?" I broke the silence.

"I'm not supposed to discuss anything like that with you in private," he said.

"I was just curious," I said. I turned to look at him. "It would help me sleep better at night."

Cameron let out a deep breath and ran his hand over his short hair. I watched him as he swallowed hard.

"I'll tell you when we get to the station," he said.

"Why are we going to the hospital?"

"I told you it's a just formality."

"What does that mean?"

Cameron hesitated before answering.

"I need you to identify somebody."

"Who?" I asked trying to turn myself in the seat so that I could see Cameron better. "You guys found Tommy? Why is he in the hospital?"

"No. Not Tommy."

I could feel my face drop in shock and a sharp pain in my chest from where Tommy had stabbed me. I must have gasped.

"Jimmy." His name escaped my lips. "You found Jimmy?"

"Yes."

"Why are we going to the hospital? Is he alright?"

Less than twelve hours had passed since Jimmy left my room. What had happened to him? Was he recognized? Did a cop see he had a gun and shoot him? Was he okay? Did he survive? Oh god, what if they were bringing me down the morgue to identify his body?

The questions wouldn't stop running through my head. The tears were building up in my eyes and I was afraid to blink.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He was found last night injured. We need you to identify him since he has no record anywhere."

"Identify him?" I could feel the panic building up in me. "Like his body? Please tell me he isn't dead."

"Juliet, calm down," Cameron told me. "He's alive. He's been injured though."

"What happened?"

"We don't know for sure, but it looks like he has been stabbed in the back."

Tommy.

It had to be Tommy. He must have found Jimmy walking back and stabbed him. Did he see Jimmy come out of the apartment? Did he know where I lived? Hunter and Carrie were there.

"We have to go back," I told Cameron.

"Why?" he asked.

"Tommy is the one who stabbed Jimmy. He knows where I live. He's going to kill Hunter and Carrie!"

"Juliet, he wouldn't go out in the middle of the day."

"Yes! He's insane, and he wants to kill us. He's been trying to kill Hunter since he first found out that I was pregnant."

"Juliet, I'll make sure that there's always an officer at the apartment."

I leaned my head back against the headrest and felt my warm tears start to roll down my cheeks. I wiped the tears away, but kept my eyes closed. I didn't open my eyes up again until Cameron parked the car at the hospital.

Cameron took my wheelchair out of the trunk and helped me get into it. My heart was pounding in my chest as he pushed me through the hallways. People in different coloured scrubs were walking down the hallway and he pushed me over to the elevator. After going up a floor, Cameron pushed me to a room that had to officers standing outside the door. They looked bored out of their mind. The one was staring out into space, while the other one was staring at the nurses as they walked by. The one staring at the nurses noticed me first. He gave his head a slight nod before opening the door.

Jimmy was lying in the bed with multiple wires and tubes coming out of him. His head was raised, and he had a stack of pillows under his one side. The jagged skin of his car on the side of his face was visible, and the other cheek was pressed against the pillow. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. Cameron pushed me so that I was beside his bed.

"Is this him, Juliet?" he asked.

"Yes." My voice cracked.

I reached out and grabbed Jimmy's hand. He had IVs coming out from his skin, and I didn't want to hurt him. I gave his hand a slight squeeze and I saw his eyes peer open. He closed them before opening them enough so that I could see his rich brown irises. He gave my hand a squeeze back.

My lips lifted into a smile and I could feel my heart swell in my chest. Jimmy was alive.

"We should get back to the station," Cameron told me.

"Can we have just five minutes?" I asked him. "Alone."

Cameron looked over his shoulder and then back to Jimmy. "I guess that'll be okay. I'll be back in five."

I watched him as he left the room. He didn't close the door, but at least it was only the two of us in the room.

Jimmy's eyes were closed again, so I gave his hand another squeeze. He barely opened his eyes. He shook as he raised my hand and pressed his lips against my knuckles. I could tell that it took up most of his strength because he let go of my hand and closed his eyes again.

"Did Tommy do this?" I asked.

Jimmy took in a deep breath before giving his head a slight nod. I cupped his cheek with my hand and brushed the stray hair off of his face and tucked them behind his ear and the oxygen tub hooked over his ears.

"Hunter," Jimmy's hoarse voice croaked.

"He's okay. He's with Carrie and Detective Cameron said that there will always be an officer at the apartment." I leaned forward so that Cameron wouldn't be able to hear if he was eavesdropping. "You remember our story?"

Jimmy nodded his head.

"I love you," I told him.

Jimmy brought his hand up to my wrist.

"Five minutes is up, Juliet."