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Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About
by SheridanLF74

[Author’s note: This starts sometime in late September when Sheridan and Luis helped deliver Pat’s baby. The cave in at the mine and all incidents after have not occurred.]

Chapter One: I Will Always Love You

"Well last night certainly was…interesting," Luis said plopping onto the couch, his clothing from the party still on. It was somewhere after five in the morning and they had barely gotten home from Pat’s house. The midwife had finally arrived and was willing to send news to Pat’s husband so that they would have help with the children.

"Interesting and destructive, just look at my dress and purse!" Sheridan exclaimed unhappily. Her grape jelly covered bag clasped tightly in her hands as she returned from changing in her room. She had put on jeans and a t-shirt with the intent of talking to Luis.

"Is that all you’re worried about?" Luis asked mockingly.

"No," Sheridan replied angrily, "but right now it’s better than thinking about the last few hours. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster ride and I definitely want to get off!"

"Same here," he agreed with a nod. "Sorry about the purse and that you didn’t get to go to the party tonight. I know it probably would have meant a lot for you to see your nephew and his fiancée enjoy themselves before the wedding."

"I’m sure they had a blast without me and I can get a new purse," she rolled her eyes, thankful her back was to him. For once in her life she was positively giddy that she didn’t attend some stupid social function. She didn’t have to watch as her drunken brother and his wife ranted and raved about the wedding, which would be called off!

"Later today, you’ll be able to see the wedding, front row," Luis grinned. "And then I can tell Theresa that Ethan is no longer single." He barely noticed her nervous shift from foot to foot.

Sheridan never answered. She merely looked at her purse, praying that someone would interrupt them.

"I think we should just head to bed. It’s getting late and you’ll need time to get ready for the wedding." He started heading to the door but was caught off guard when she mumbled something. "Excuse me?"

"There is no wedding," she repeated, only slightly less garbled.

"What?" he did not just hear her say that the wedding was no more!

"Ethan told me that he was calling off the wedding. He’s having some problems he needs to work through…" Before he could comment, she added, "But I would like to get to bed. I am tired."

Deciding it wasn’t worth an argument before bed and he certainly didn’t want to know what problems a Crane could have besides how to spend all the cash they have, he allowed the subject to slide. Typical Crane though, ruining his or her fiancée’s wedding before it even began. "Then I’ll be heading outside. If you need anything I’ll be on the porch…"

"No…" she caught herself. "It’s not necessary for you to be outside in this weather--besides I’m not that tired…and I’d like us to talk a while…at least part as friends." If he stepped outside she knew it would be like saying goodbye and, after his story tonight to the children, she wasn’t ready for that.

"Yea…friends…" he gulped. "But I can’t see how talking will solve anything; it’s useless. I think I should head outside and let you rest, Ms. Crane. I want to set up and search the perimeter. Besides, Julian was right, there’s no reason for us to have contact. So I’ll be outside." He was trying to keep his distance. It was better this way.

"Luis, that isn’t necessary…really. You’ve done a fine job in here, why bother sleeping outside in the cold?" She refused to notice his use of her last name rather than her first.

"There are many reasons, Ms. Crane, not just your protection," his eyes filled with pain that he attempted to force away. She didn’t trust him and that’s all there was to it. There was no use trying to deal with their problem and he couldn’t stand another night so close to her and yet so far. "So, like I said, I’ll be outside if you need me," Luis started for the door but she caught his arm.

"But it’s so cold…" her eyes begged him not to leave her. She couldn’t take the fact that he was trying to separate himself from her. She needed him, wanted him; she just couldn’t trust him! She pulled away and turned on the radio to hide her face.

He shrugged. "Better that way I guess…keep me awake."

She sighed. A slow tune played from the radio and she turned to face him. His hand was held out.

Against his better judgment, he allowed his tone to soften and his emotions to take the stage one last time. "Dance with me, Sheridan, for old times sake?" he begged. More than anything he wanted her…wanted to love her forever, but she didn’t trust him. Tonight he had hoped to make it past all their problems, but it didn’t happen and might never. So for now, he’d be happy with one last dance before he left.

"All right," she nodded and stepped into his waiting arms. It felt so right to be there, almost too right. They danced throughout the song, her arms around his neck and his hands on her waist, and even when the announcer introduced the next tune to play. Both were afraid that if they stopped, they would never be able to start again.

"This is 98.6 AKISFM…a kiss to Sherry and Luis from Terry. If misunderstanding will drive you apart, here’s the best way to say goodbye…"

If I, should stay
I would only be in your way
So I’ll go, but I know
I’ll think of you, every step of the way

He looked into her big blue eyes, watching as they filled with tears. He loved her so much and it killed him inside to see her cry and to know that in her mind he was the reason for those tears. This just wasn’t fair! He was meant to hold her and care for her; why couldn’t it be that way?

And I will always love you
I will always love you…
I will always love you….

She fought the drops with all the power inside of her but they slowly crept into the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She loved him; she always would love him. This wasn’t fair! He used her, she saw him do it. But why did it have to hurt so damn much?

You my darling you
Bittersweet, memories
That is all I’m taking with me
So goodbye, please don’t cry
We both know I’m not what you need

"You’re everything I need," he said out loud. The second he realized what he said, his eyes shot open wide.

She stepped away from him. "No, all you need is my money!"

"You know what, I’m not even going to bother fighting with you anymore, Sheridan. Like I said, I’ll be outside!" he stormed out.

Sheridan collapsed onto the couch in tears. Her sobs shook her entire body.

And I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you….

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of
And I wish to you joy and happiness
But above all this…I wish you love

~*~Whitney Houston "I Will Always Love You~*~

"But what if I just gave up my love?" she sobbed harder as the song slowly wound down. Burying her head into the couch pillow, she sobbed herself to sleep with her dreams full of Luis and the song that might have finally driven them apart.



Hours later, Sheridan awoke to noises in the kitchen and glanced at a nearby clock. Eight AM, it was more than likely the maids coming in through the service entrance. She was still tired; then again, she had only gone to sleep three hours ago. Listening closely, she clearly heard the very well known voice of a male…not just any male, a certain officer that had been making her miserable: LUIS!

"I don’t know what went wrong…I thought I had her where I needed and wanted her!"

"Damn him!" she grumbled and headed for the front door. If he was going to talk like that inside her house, she sure wasn’t staying around to let him see her pain. She looked out the window before she threw open the door…and there was Luis! His back was against the porch railing and he was holding a red rose in his hands, twirling it between his index and thumb.

From the kitchen, she could still hear his deep voice talking to someone. "I needed that spoiled princess to get back at the Crane family! She’s the only hope I’ll ever have to make them pay!"

But Luis’ lips didn’t move. Confused beyond belief, she threw open the front door. "There’s someone in the kitchen!"

Luis jumped up and quickly closed the distance between the front door and the kitchen. Just as he went to walk through the doorway, "Luis" exited the kitchen for the living room. Sheridan gasped; there were two of them! Identical in every way, "Luis" even had the same clothing on as Luis: a pair of black suit pants, a midnight blue shirt and matching tie. Their height, build and coloring were so identical they could have easily been twins; in fact, Sheridan swore they were.

"Luis?" she asked.

"Yea?" they both replied.

Sheridan just stared. How was she supposed to know which was the real Luis? Pinching herself, she jumped at the sudden pain in her arm and confusion of the situation. How she wished this was a dream!
‘If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes…heard it with my own ears…’

The faux Luis realized this was trouble, but he was told to return and finish the job. Stupid Julian Crane was to make sure that the real Luis was no where near the cottage when he arrived this morning, but rumor had it Julian and Ivy had yet to arrive home from the Hotchkiss estate. Something about Ethan breaking off the wedding…o well, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He had to finish the job and he was instructed to get rid of the cop anyway, two birds with one stone so to speak.

Luis angrily watched the other man, unsure of what to do. He was livid! Just who the hell did this man with his face think he was? Better yet, who was he? "You have some explaining to do, buddy…"

"No, you do. Impersonating an officer is a crime," the pseudo-Luis stated and pulled out his gun. "You’re under arrest…"

Luis saw the gun pointed at his chest and stilled. Now was not the time to confront this masked maniac. "Sheridan, get down!" he demanded.

Sheridan, who was frozen like a statue, looked at Luis, then the gun and finally at the other Luis. Slowly and carefully, she fell to her knees and hid behind the couch. She was lucky; her knees were about to give out on her anyway. The faux Luis watched, lowering the gun slightly, a smirk on his face. Perhaps he’d have some time to explore Miss Crane more when his job was through.

The real Luis attacked the impersonator the second the gun lowered the slightest bit, the force of his attack causing them both to fall to the floor, the gun pressed between them. The pair struggled for control; one of them finally knocking the gun away and right into Sheridan’s knee. The impostor sucker punched Luis, giving him the upper hand. "Luis’" hands wrapped tightly around the real Luis’ neck and started to close off the airways. The false Luis froze when he heard a gun cock.

"Get your hands off of him and both of you stand the hell up!" Sheridan demanded.

Both men complied with the order from the blond woman with the loaded weapon.

Sheridan looked them over again, still shocked. "I want to know which one of you is Luis…the real Luis!"

"I am," they simultaneously answered.

"Damn it, one of you is lying!" she growled. "Which one of you is it?" It was too early in the morning for this! She had just delivered a baby, ruined her favorite gown and purse and argued with the man she loved for the umpteenth time! One of these two was playing her for a fool and she wanted to know which one!

"He is!" they exclaimed.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her…only four people in the world knew where she and Luis had been the previous night and exactly what transpired. She smirked.

"Ok, wise guys, if you are both Luis, then one of you will be able to tell me what we did last night and how wonderful I was at it."

"You are wonderful…the best…especially when it comes to things done at night," the impostor winked.

Luis chuckled. "Yea, I’m sure the baby we delivered would agree with him, Sheridan."

"Nice try buddy," she pointed the gun at the impostor.

He laughed nervously. "You’ve got me…" he smirked, pulling another gun from the waistband of his pants and pointed it at Luis. "Or maybe not…"
Sheridan watched him cock his gun, her hand aiming her own and her body filling with terror and panic. Luis wasn’t paying attention; he was too busy watching her! She could see the pride in his eyes because she had figured the situation out. But the gun! He had to see the gun! The impersonator started to squeeze his trigger. "NO!" she screamed, pulling the trigger on her gun. Two shots rang out and both men fell to the floor.

She stood there shocked, looking at both men, eyes teary. The gun slid from her hand and crashed to the floor.

"Alistair said…you…would save him…" the impostor choked out. "He’s inno…cent…remember…it was…me at…the wharf…that night…I…I…said…those things…" he admitted before his eyes closed and his body relaxed in death. Sheridan’s bullet had hit him in the chest.

Knowing she couldn’t help him, she flew into action. His words telling her that Luis was not the man she heard using her, but now that wasn’t important. He was bleeding profusely from a wound in his abdomen. Sheridan pressed her hands hard against it, trying to stem the flow of blood. He groaned weakly. "Stay with me, Luis…" she begged. "Please just stay with me!" Her blood covered hand reached for Luis’ cell phone nearby. She dialed 911.

"911, what’s your emergency?" the calm voice of a female answered.

"He’s been shot…please he’s dying!"

"What’s your location?"

"The cottage on the Crane estate! HURRY!"

"They’re on their way…"

Sheridan hung up before she could say more and turned to the impostor again. She noticed his face was coming off. "Wait, faces don’t come off!" She moved closer and tugged at the loose flap. It slowly came off in her hands and she looked at a mask. "It wasn’t Luis at the wharf!" she exclaimed. Looking back at Luis, she pressed her hands on the wound again. "Dear Lord, what have I done? You really didn’t say those things! Come on, Luis! Don’t die!"

"Sheridan?" he whispered, his eyes closed. "Tell Mama…"

"No…no goodbyes, Luis. You’re going to make it."

He squeezed the hand that was holding his and then allowed the darkness to engulf him.



Hours later, Sheridan and two armed escorts arrived at the waiting room in Harmony Memorial. She had barely realized that within the last four hours, she had answered over two hundred questions about the morning's events and then been assigned two guards to follow her due to Luis' injury. Now, she waited for someone, anyone, to come over and tell her what had happened to Luis and what his current condition was, but no one came. Realizing that no one had ever had a chance to call Pilar, Theresa and Miguel, Sheridan dug out her cell phone and dialed the Lopez-Fitzgerald residence, praying that someone would be home. She was surprised when a deep voice said,
"You have reached the LF clan, we're doing something else at this time so leave a message and we'll call you back." She smiled; that was Luis' voice. Shaking her head, she hung up the phone and called the Crane mansion, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Crane residence," Pilar answered.

"Pilar, it's Sheridan. I'm at the hospital." She paused, reluctant to add the next part. "Luis has been shot."

"Dios mio!" the woman exclaimed. "Was it the drug cartel? Are you all right?"

"No, Pilar, it wasn’t the drug cartel. I’m fine. Please hurry, Pilar…I’m alone here."

"I will be right there, Sheridan." And then the line was dead.

Sheridan sighed. Hopefully she would get there soon and perhaps Pilar would get some answers from someone in the room!



Thirty minutes later, Pilar, Ethan, Theresa, Miguel and Charity charged into the ER waiting room, each face twisted with fear and panic.

"Any news?" Theresa asked as they entered.

"Nothing," Sheridan replied. "Dr. Russell is in charge of his case and from what I understand she's in surgery right now...I'm just hoping it's not Luis' surgery..." she didn’t want to admit that it had been nearly three hours since Luis had been shot.

Pilar made a sign of the cross and started praying in Spanish. Ethan saw his Aunt's face was tear stained and could wait no longer to hear the news.

"What happened?" he asked.

"We argued again last night," she sighed and glanced at Theresa, who was pretending to be innocent. "Someone dedicated a song to us and we argued over it..." she summed it up as best she could. "Then he spent the night outside, but this morning I heard him talking about me again...like that night," she looked at Ethan. "But it wasn't him. Luis was still outside and the voice was coming from the kitchen. When I told him I heard someone, he went to see who it was, but the other man came out. He looked just like Luis! But it turns out to only be a mask...anyway, they fought with each other and then the impostor aimed a gun at Luis and I shot him, but his gun went off and shot Luis in the stomach. Well, the impostor admitted that Luis wasn't the man at the wharf that night, that it was actually he that said those things. Then he died and I tried to save Luis but he was bleeding so much and..." she started sobbing.

Ethan sat beside her and hugged her close, ignoring the blood on her clothing. "It's all right, Sheridan. Luis is a strong man. He'll survive and you can clear up the misunderstanding and move on."

She nodded and sniffled, while the other four just watched. The story was confusing and they certainly had a lot of questions, but now was not the time. Sheridan was distraught and she needed time to relax before anything was asked of her. Right now, their only problem was finding out what was going on with Luis.

As if on cue, Dr. Eve Russell walked over to the group, her expression unreadable.

"How is he?" Pilar asked, seeing the doctor first.

"Stable," she sighed. It was the truth; he was stable. Unfortunately he was also weak, had lost a great deal of blood and sliced the iliac artery...but on the positive side the bullet also missed every vital organ.

"That's good, right Mama?" Theresa asked.

Pilar shrugged. Eve was hiding something and Pilar knew it. In all the years that she had been seeing Eve as a physician, she had only witnessed this expression in the most serious and dire of times.

"If he's stable," Sheridan asked, breaking out of her misery, "then why do you look like someone just ran over your favorite dog."

"Because he's lost a significant amount of blood and is very weak. The bullet severed the iliac artery in his lower abdomen. It entered though the front and exited out the back without hitting a single organ, but that artery did cause problems. We controlled the bleeding and managed to mend the artery and suture him up, but he's going to need about five pints of blood...and he's A positive..."

"Theresita and I are also A positive," Pilar replied. "We can donate."

Eve nodded. "He'll need more than that and unfortunately Harmony will not be able to supply that. We've sent messages to major cities and towns within helicopter range. We should have more blood by morning...if we can keep him stable that long."

Sheridan started to feel faint.
‘Harmony will not be able to supply that,' she heard Eve's voice echo in her mind. Luis was going to die! She had never admitted her love for him...never got to apologize for being wrong and he was going to die because they lived in a town that was almost non-existent! How was this possible?

"I want to see him," she demanded without even flinching. "I want to see him, NOW!"

"I cannot let you in there, Sheridan," Eve replied, unbendingly. "The sight would be too much for you to handle today...for any of you to handle really."

"Why?" Theresa asked confused. "If he's stable..." she wasn't allowing her mind to absorb the fact that he didn't have enough blood.

"Because we had to connect him to a respirator. He wasn't breathing properly and it was the only way to control his breathing..."

"Then how stable can he possibly be?!" Sheridan yelled. "I WANT TO SEE HIM NOW!"

Everyone in the room stopped what he or she was doing and looked at her. She was in a rage and there was no way that she was going to calm down. "He needs to know we care about him and that we're here for him. Now show me to his damn room or I promise I'll find it myself and you will NEVER work in this God forsaken hospital again!"

Eve motioned to two nurses and ordered one to take Pilar and Theresa to the lab for blood analysis and donation. To the other, she insisted that Sheridan be led to Luis' room and given privacy until his family returned. The two women nodded and led the other ladies away. Charity, Miguel and Ethan sat and waited.



Sheridan stopped the nurse at the door to Luis' room. "I think I can find my way from here," she stated sarcastically.

The nurse nodded. "If you need anything, press the red button and someone will be in immediately."

"Thanks," Sheridan replied before opening the door. She gasped. This couldn't be her Luis, not this pale, lifeless body connected to so many machines! He looked so helpless on the bed, the heart monitor beeping in time with his heart and the whooshing of the respirator. No, Luis was outside somewhere, laughing and driving people insane with his incessant need to care for everyone...including her.

Stepping closer, she almost wished that this was the impostor; that she would find that flap of skin again and tug until his face was removed and a totally different man revealed. But that wasn't going to happen. This was Luis and she had never had the chance to tell him she loved him.

She walked to the right side of the bed where a chair was placed close by. Sitting in it, she took his hand and held it to her cheek, her tears splashing against it.

"Listen to me, Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald, we have a lot to talk about and I need you to open those big brown eyes so I can tell you how sorry I am that I didn't trust you. I need you to wake up so we can go back to that happy time and place before the night on the wharf...so we can be happy together. I need you to open your damn eyes!"

But only the beeping of the heart monitor and the whooshing of the respirator filled the room.

"Please, Luis, don’t leave me…please…" she laid her head on his chest and pulled his arm around her shoulders. "I love you, Luis…" she whispered. Closing her eyes, she allowed his heartbeat and the machines around her lull her to sleep, some renegade tears rolling down her cheeks.



"Where am I?" Luis looked around the dark room noticing the five large white doors around him. It looked like a room on a cartoon where the characters would go in a door on the left and come out one on the right. He almost expected to be run over by a coyote looking for a roadrunner.

"Welcome to your destiny," a female voice stated from above him. It almost sounded like Theresa. If the voice had said fate he would have sworn it was Theresa.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We’re allowing you to decide your own fate, Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald," a second more masculine voice stated. "Each door holds a connection to your life, but only one will lead you back to the life you were living. The other four will take you on to the afterlife. So choose wisely…"

"And let your heart decide!" the female voice finished.

He looked around. The doors were all labeled: "love," "family," "honor," "peace," and "service." His head was directing him to the second door marked "family." However, something inside him begged he chose another. He just stood there, waiting for a door to call his attention, but none did. He listened carefully and could hear a song playing softly somewhere in the distance…the one he and Sheridan had danced to.
"And I will always love you…"



An hour and a half later, Pilar was finally admitted into Luis’ room. She was surprised by his condition, but not nearly as much as Sheridan’s position. The blond was asleep, her head over Luis’ heart and his arm draped around her shoulders. Pilar sighed; this was not good. As much as she wanted them to be happy and find love, the Crane family would *never* allow another member of her family to attempt a relationship with someone in their family. In fact, Ethan and Theresa were in enough trouble as it was and Luis had yet to hear about it.

Hesitantly, Pilar walked into the room and gently closed the door behind her. She looked around at the tubes going into her son; one of them slowly dripping in the blood she and Theresa had donated. Another was keeping fluid in his body and yet another helping him breathe. This was not the way she would ever wish to remember him: not her strong, handsome son who was so full of life and energy. He was supposed to be patrolling the streets or teaching the children at the Youth Center to play basketball, not lying there helpless.

Pilar shook her head. He was not going to die; it was not his time. She was sure he would waken and yell at Sheridan for not being with her police escorts, who were currently posted outside Luis’ door. In spite of the situation, Pilar found herself smiling. Her son really did love Sheridan Crane. Perhaps there was some way for their love to survive…there had to be.

"Luis, I love you too…I’d love to marry you," Sheridan whispered in her sleep, just loud enough to be heard over the machines.

Pilar chuckled. That was certainly one dream that would never come true…or at least not for a long time. Again she shook her head. If the Cranes had their way, Luis and Sheridan would be nothing more than past friends and future enemies when this entire ordeal was over. Perhaps that was best. She shrugged and walked over to Sheridan, shaking her gently. "Sheridan…Sheridan wake up."

Sheridan’s eyes fluttered open slowly and she yawned. Seeing the woman she considered a mother, she smiled slightly. "Pilar, I had the worst dream. There was an impostor and Luis was shot and…" she heard the heart monitor beep. "And it wasn’t a dream!"

Pilar shook her head. "No, it was terribly real, Sheridan. Perhaps you should go home and get some rest. You’ve been here most of the day without eating."

"Who can eat?" Sheridan asked glancing at her watch. It was three in the afternoon. She had been here for three hours now and she was feeling tired, but not sleepy. In fact, she just felt dead inside and she didn’t really want to do anything now that she was awake. "I think I’ll stay with him, Pilar. It would make me feel better."

"Sheridan, it will do him no good for you to starve yourself. At least get something to eat."

Sheridan carefully sat up and took his hand. "I’ll eat later, Pilar, I promise. Right now I just want to sit with him." She kissed his hand. "Any news on his condition?"

"Eve said she would be in soon to talk to us. I sent Theresa home with Ethan; she was a little dizzy and too emotional. Miguel and Charity went to find Sam Bennett and tell him the news."

Sheridan nodded and looked at Luis. "Pilar, I’m sorry I keep putting him in danger like this…"

"Nonsense, Sheridan. You do not put Luis in danger, he just saves you from it," she smiled slightly. "As much as I’d hate to admit it, my son cares about you dearly. He would do anything for you."

Sheridan sighed. "I would do anything I could to change this…I’d even switch places with him if I could."

Before Pilar could reply, Eve opened the door and walked to the bed, quickly reading over Luis’ STATS and jotting them on the chart. "If you two would step outside a moment I’ll examine him and then let you know the results."

The two women nodded and started to leave, but Sheridan returned to his bed and kissed his cheek. "I’ll be right outside, Luis. I’m coming back as soon as Eve finishes checking on you. Remember, I love you." With another kiss on his cheek, she followed Pilar into the hallway.



Luis heard her. He swore on his badge that he heard Sheridan say she loved him. Damn, which door would take him back to her? Again his mind wanted to go to the door marked family. It was logical to go there; after all, his family needed him and loved him. So they would lead him home…right? "Let your heart decide." He groaned in frustration. His heart wasn’t exactly coming in loud and clear. What exactly was he supposed to follow? The murmuring?

"That’s it, I’m going to try it," he stated fiercely, heading for the door marked "family." But the music and Sheridan’s voice became fainter when he headed that way. It couldn’t be right. He stopped mid step and tried to hear the music or her voice.

"Remember I love you."

"Sheridan? Where are you?" he continued to listen.

"I’ll be right outside, Luis. I’m coming back…"

He groaned again. "Can’t you give me a hint?" he begged. "I don’t know what to do!"

The female voice whispered, "Let your heart decide. It will never steer you wrong."

Luis waited a moment and closed his eyes, forcing his mind to go blank. Deep down he could feel it…love. He loved Sheridan…always would. His heart wanted to be with her more than anyone else in the world. "Family" was not the right door. As much as we loved them, they would only lead him away from what his heart wanted. Pilar would especially try to keep him from Sheridan, and he knew that. No…he needed another door. He turned and walked back to the middle of the room. Looking at the door marked family he said, "That’s not what my heart wants." He watched as the door slowly disappeared. Now he looked the four over again: peace, love, honor and service. Only one would lead him home, but which one would it be?



It took Eve about twenty minutes to finish her examination of Luis. She exited the room, some chart in her hand, and looked at the two. Her expression was unreadable, but Sheridan swore she looked more relaxed than she did hours ago. That had to be a good sign.

"Good new first, please Eve," Sheridan requested, positive her heart couldn’t handle the bad news.

"He’s still stable and his body is accepting the blood without problems. In fact, more is on the way as we speak."

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