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"We've got him back!"

The exclamation came from the nurse who'd wielded the defibrilating paddles a moment earlier.

"What the-" The surgeon turned around, momentarily stopping in his tracks as he stared toward the operating table.

Only seconds earlier, he'd declared the patient dead, and the nurse had covered him with a sheet.

"Give him room and oxygen!" the man cried, and he came over to the table and the patient.

There was excitement and silence in the room for a moment before the surgeon spoke again.

"Let's get him into a room..."

*

Amy sat with her head down, her long auburn hair practically making a curtain around her face.

She hadn't shed another tear since discovering the blood - Adam's blood - at the state fair earlier that night. She'd found it virtually impossible to cry ever since

She was probably in shock...

The redhead was barely aware of the two blonde women on either side of her - both of whom were trying their best to comfort her.

In her peripheral vision, she noted that Stephanie and Kurt were congregated in a remote corner of the waiting room. Shane sat quietly and somberly on Torrie's other side. Jay sat beside Nora, his head down just like hers.

She knew the anguish he had to be feeling. After all, he and Adam were best friends, and he loved the taller blond man like a brother.

Without raising her head, Amy noted that Stephanie suddenly slipped away. She wondered where the tall brunette was going, but didn't voice a word.

Angle approached, and she kept her head down, her gaze staring not quite at his feet but just beyond.

"Steph's gone to find out what's happening with Levesque..."

When the redhead didn't react, the two blondes did. Both whipped their head up and in Kurt's direction at his words.

"Why?" Torrie asked, her pretty face full of one-hundred percent pure incredulity. "Who cares what's happening with him...?"

The shorter woman at the redhead's other side agreed.

"I don't care if he never wrestles again...In fact, I don't care if he never even walks again..." she practically spat. She fixed her blue eyes, which were now filled with anger, on Angle's, her gaze strong and unwavering as she whispered her next words.

"He raped Torrie - he raped me...He shot Amy and could have killed her..." She wanted to add, 'And he may have already killed Adam,' but she refrained from doing so for the sake of the stricken redhead beside her.

"You're right, Nora..." Kurt said in agreement. "I think Steph just wants to make sure he's suffering..."

*

Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she approached an operating room.

She suddenly realized she was looking at Paul's surgical procedure - there was no mistaking the quadricep muscle that had been torn by the bullet...

The brunette felt as though she could just waltz right into the room and spit on the bastard...

The brunette felt as though she could barge right into the room and spit on the bastard...

She didn't go with her urge... Instead, she kept walking, startled as she suddenly came to another operating room...

As she stood there, gazing in through the little window on one of the double doors, she was horrified by the sudden realization that she was seeing Adam... Her blue eyes went wide, her heart nearly stopping as she took in the flat line on the machine monitoring his heart...