Chapter 200

They had Fred isolated on both sides, with him in a center unit. As they looked at him, the first thing they all noticed was that he was as pale as a ghost. His skin was nearly translucent but he was breathing on his own, even though he was receiving oxygen. The pole holding the IV fluids looked like it would bend at any moment, because of the amount of bags that were on it.

However, the seven people surrounding the bed were not sad. Fred was alive and it looked like he was holding his own. Sharon leaned over the bed rail and kissed the entrance and exit wounds on his head. Things would have been so much worse if the bullet had penetrated his skull.

Clark held his hand, just to let him know that he was with him in this fight.

The girls touched any part of his body that was available to add their strength to his.

His nurse came over and said, "He has been here for 17 hours, and his condition has not worsened. I know that is not what you want to hear but believ