*****

For the moment, it seemed to all of them . . . Sam, Viki, Susannah, her staff, Kevin, Hank, whatever ICU staff was around and visitors, that everything was in slow motion. Bo gasped. His eyes were wide with shock. For what seemed like minutes, but was in reality a couple of seconds, Bo silently stared into Pete's eyes. Pete eyes were glazed over. He saw Peter Manning looking at him. Without thinking, Bo pulled back. The scissors that were still clenched in Pete's hand pulled out of Bo's left side. They were covered in blood, both Pete and Bo's blood. Bo brought his hand to his side. He felt a warm. Sticky moistness covered his palm. He looked confused. He removed his hand from his injured side and stared at the blood that covered it. He looked at Pete again and stumbled to a standing position. Pete made no attempt to stand or to come at Bo again. He stared ahead blankly. The scissors remained clutched in his hand. It wasn't until this moment that Bo felt the sharp pain in his left side.

The shocked silence immediately turned to chaos. Some visitors screamed. Some stood and gawked. Others ran, afraid for their own safety. Security was called. Susannah and her staff sprang into action. Hank and some hospital personnel started to head to Bo and Pete. "No! Hank . . . everyone . . . stay back! Get this area cleared of visitors and nonessential personnel. Let us handle this," Susannah ordered sharply. She then added, "Please call seven east and ask them to send some of my staff down here."

Jeff moved cautiously. He approached Bo and steadied him. "Commissioner Buchanan. I'm going to help you over to a chair."

"Don't let him hurt himself. He's been hurt enough," Bo whispered as he looked in Pete's direction.

A doctor and two nurses from the ICU rushed over to help Bo.

A nurse handed Susannah some gloves and gauze pads. A small puddle of blood was forming on the floor, under Pete's thigh. Susannah approached Pete slowly. "Pete, I'm going to take the scissors away from you now."

Pete didn't respond. He stared ahead blankly. Susannah was able to easily take the scissors away. He made no attempt to fight her. Pete began to speak in a flat, disconnected voice. "I'm strong. I won't let him do it to me. No . . . not me too . . . no . . . I won't let him. I should have killed him before he . . ." Pete stopped talking.

"Aaaahhhh!"

Susannah, the staff that was with her, Sam, Viki and Kevin all recognized Adam's voice. Adam's eyes shifted to the right. He seemed to take in his surroundings with his sideways gaze. He started to stand up. Frank quickly slid between Adam and the wall and gently pulled him into a hold. He knew pressure needed to be applied to Adam's wound and then it had to be sutured. Jeff and Dan joined in and stabilized Adam's legs and head to keep him from kicking and butting his head into Frank or trying to bite anyone. As they remembered, Adam had little strength. He could not fight the hands that held him. What he could do was scream and cry, and that he did, at the top of his lungs. Susannah ordered a sedative strong enough to put Adam to sleep. The nurse Susannah gave the medication order to hesitated for a moment. She was shocked by the incident. She looked at Adam struggling. She winced at his piercing, high-pitched screams. She was amazed that he sounded like a very young child. She rushed to get the medication.

Another nurse was applying pressure to Bo's side. They had pulled off his jacket and cut his shirt away. "I'm fine," Bo feebly told the doctor and two nurses who were working on him. The pain in his side was severe. Fortunately, the wound was lateral of any abdominal organs. The puncture wound pierced clear through his flesh and was not life threatening. "We need to get you to the ER, Commissioner," the doctor stated.

Carl, Eileen, Marcia and Steve, rushed through the doors and joined Susannah, Frank, Dan and Jeff. They stood by in case they were needed.

Bo looked over toward Adam. He had heard about him from Nora and Susannah. Still, he astonished to see how young Todd's face looked and to hear the sounds a toddler makes come from Todd. "Is he okay? His leg looks bad," Bo commented as he winced in pain.

"Is he okay!" Hank couldn't believe Bo said that. "He just stabbed you!" Hank was even more shocked by Adam than Bo was. He had no forewarning. Hank had no idea why Todd was acting, looking or sounding like that.

"Let it go, Hank. Can't you see what's going on here? Ohhhhh," Bo moaned.

"I see that Todd just attempted to murder you," Hank stated.

"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK OF GOING THERE, HANK!" Sam shouted.

"Sam, don't," Viki cautioned.

Sam lowered his voice. He continued to blast Hank. "Todd is not responsible for his actions. No court in the world would hold him responsible." Sam couldn't control his fury. He ran up to Hank and got in his face. "IT'S JUST KILLING YOU THAT YOU COULDN'T PIN GEORGIE'S MURDER ON TODD AND GET YOUR OWN KID OFF SCOTT FREE!"

"Sam! Please! Honey. Calm down. I'm sure Hank meant nothing of the kind." Viki was afraid that Sam would go off the deep end if Hank made one more remark about Todd attempting to murder Bo. Sam was always on a very short rope these days. Much less than this set him off.

"That wasn't Todd," Bo spoke up. "Hank you know about the DID. That wasn't Todd, and this isn't Todd. This is a very young child."

Hank looked in Adam's direction again. He shook his head as if to clear it. "It's Bo's call. I have nothing to do with this business," Hank stated angrily.

"Sam," Viki called. She held her hand out.

Sam felt frightened. He wanted to hit Hank. He wanted to hit someone. Sam had been a believer in nonviolence all his life. He was a pacifist. Now all he wanted to do was pummel someone into the ground. Sam took a deep breath. He realized his hands were clenched into tight fists. He forcibly unclenched them and took another deep breath. Sam gave Hank on last angry look and headed back to were Viki and Kevin stood between where Bo sat on a chair and Adam was being held on the floor. Kevin and Viki had started to rush toward Adam, but Susannah had held up her hand to let them know to stand back. They didn't want to get in the way of the care Bo was receiving either, so they stood rooted to the spot.

"Oh! Dear Lord! Bo, I'm so sorry," Viki called to him.

"Viki, I'm all right. Please. I'm fine," Bo called back to her as loudly as he could, which was not loud at all. His side was killing him.

When the doors opened to allow hospital personnel to wheel in two gurneys, they heard Rachel's voice. "What do you mean I can't go in there? My father and stepfather are in there! What happened? I told them I'd meet them. We're here to visit a patient . . . Téa Manning. What's going on?" Rachel tried to see around the security guard who blocked her way.

"It's okay. Let her in," Bo called out weakly.

The guard stepped aside and Rachel rushed in. She dropped the gift box she was holding down on a chair. She gasped in horror at the situation before her. "Oh my God! Bo . . . wha . . ." Rachel's mouth hung open.

"Rach, it's all right. I'm fine. I just have a little nick in my side. I need you to stay calm," Bo told her.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Rachel looked in Adam's direction as he continued screaming, crying and struggling.

"Todd flipped out and stabbed Bo," Hank responded.

"Oh, my God!" Rachel repeated. "Mom! I'd better call mom."

"Rachel no!" Bo ordered as firmly as he was able. They were now assisting him to one of the gurneys as they kept pressure on his wound. "Rachel, don't call your mom yet. She'll come here and all Hell 'ill break loose. Wait until they stitch me up. Let me be the one to call her."

Rachel looked at Hank. "Daddy, what should I do? Mom will never forgive me if I don't let her know Bo's been hurt?"

"Wait!" Bo held his hand up to them as they started to wheel him to the ER. "Rachel, please! I know what I'm doing. Don't call your mom. Let me be the one to call her. If she hears me tell her what happened she won't become hysterical." Bo emphasized the word me.

"It's Bo's decision," Hank told his daughter.

Rachel reluctantly nodded in agreement. She would face her mom's wrath when the time came. She watched as they wheeled Bo out.

"We should go with him," Rachel said to Hank.

"Baby, I'll go. I think you need to sit down for a few minutes." Hank saw that Rachel looked faint. "They won't allow us in the ER cubical with Bo anyway," Hank added. He helped Rachel to a chair and headed to the ER to be with Bo.

Susannah had used the scissors she took from Pete to cut the sweat pants Adam had on away from his wound. She was applying pressure to it. Adam seemed to be far more upset with being held than with the wound. Susannah wondered if he was aware of the pain. She knew some children with autism were not cognizant of some of their body's sensations, including some kinds of pain.

"Where is that sedation?" Susannah called out.

*****

The nurse who had gone for the medication was so frazzled that she had dropped the glass syringe. According to protocol for a controlled substance, the nurse immediately stepped out of the medication room and looked for another nurse to act as a witness. This step had to be done first to protect the nurse who dropped the medication. If the syringe had smashed and the medication had spilled, the witness would have to sign that he or she saw it was spilled and that it was uncollectible. The young nurse found a witness. She then immediately filled another syringe to take to Susannah. Afterward she would come back to the medication room. She and the witness would inspect the syringe. If it were only cracked or merely contaminated from being on the floor the contents of it would be squirted into an aliquot bottle and sent back to the pharmacy for disposal and a narcotics loss form would be filled out.

*****

Kevin moved closer to Adam. He couldn't take Adam's heart wrenching screams. Out of instinct, Kevin started to sing the Yogi Bear theme song he remembered Adam liking so much.

"Ehhhhhh!" Adam called out. The song had an immediate calming effect on him.

Rachel stared at Kevin as he knelt next to Adam and continued to sing.

"Ehhhhh, ehhhhh." Adam almost sounded like he was trying to sing alone. He was no longer fighting their hold.

"Great quiet, Adam," Susannah reinforced.

Adam did not feel the pain in his thigh. All his concentration was on Kevin. He remembered Kevin as a source of fun. He wanted to play the seesaw game with him. Adam wanted to get on his knees and reach out for Kevin's hands. He became frustrated when he couldn’t and started to cry and struggle again.

Kevin sang a little louder. Adam started to quiet again.

"Good calming, Adam." Frank reinforced Adam this time.

Rachel stared in amazement. She was transfixed by the sight before her. She realized this was the alter with autism and she became immediately fascinated with him. Rachel was also shocked at Kevin's behavior. Not only was he able to calm this child, he was acting in a loving way toward a part of Todd.

Adam still wanted to get Kevin to play the seesaw game with him. He was once again struggling in the hold.

"Can I do anything to help?" Rachel walked closer to Adam and asked.

"Rachel, stay back," Susannah directed.

Rachel knew that some children with autism were fascinated with string and liked to stim with it. She unclasped and slid the thin gold chain she was wearing off her neck. She removed the small pearl that hung from it and dangled the chain in front of Adam's face. Adam instantly became mesmerized by it. "Way to go, Adam! Good sitting nicely!" Rachel reinforced his calm.

"Aaaaahhhhh," Adam called out. Frank felt Adam try to reach out for the chain. He glanced in Susannah's direction. Susannah nodded. Dan released Adam's head and Frank slowly released Adam's arms. Adam grabbed the chain from Rachel. He made no further attempt to get away from Frank or pull his legs away from Jeff and Susannah as Jeff held his legs still and Susannah kept pressure on his wound, respectively. Adam twirled the shiny chain between his fingers and stared at it with his peripheral gaze. Kevin continued to sing softly to Adam. Adam was staying calm.

The nurse finally brought the sedative. Susannah's staff saw she was leery to get close enough to Adam to inject him. "Here, I'll take that." Marcia held her hand out for the syringe. The anxious nurse gladly handed it over. Between Kevin’s singing and Adam stimming with Rachel's necklace, Adam did not feel Steve pull down the waist of the pants, on Adam's uninjured side, or Marcia inject the medication. After several minutes they saw Adam's eyelids grow heavy. They knew his head had to be spinning as the medication took hold. Adam started to suck his right thumb while continuing to twirl Rachel's necklace between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. As Adam's muscles relaxed, Frank felt Adam leaning back more and more against his chest. Rachel's necklace dropped from Adam's fingers as his left hand fell to his lap. Adam's eyes shut and he was asleep.

The staff moved quickly. They transferred Adam to a gurney and transported him to the ER. Susannah, Frank, Viki and Sam went with him. Before she left, Susannah told one of the doctors she would return later to help with the incident report. The rest of the staff went back to seven. Rachel and Kevin stayed behind. Susannah told them Adam would be out for hours.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Rachel asked once she and Kevin were alone.

"I don't know all of it. When I got here, Pete was out. He was shouting that we were going to take him to jail. Rachel, he's always terrified of that. Every time he comes out he thinks he's going to be carted off to jail for killing Georg . . . oh God. I-I'm sorry. Rachel . . . I . . ."

"Kevin. It's okay." Rachel stopped Kevin from having to say anymore. She looked down at the floor and away from Kevin as she continued. "He's afraid of going to jail for my crime. He nearly did. I almost stood by and let him go back to prison."

"Come on, Rachel. You didn't. You confessed."

"Yeah, I confessed, after Todd practically had to drag it out of me. Do you think I ever would have confessed if the whole hostage thing hadn’t happened?"

"Yes I do," Kevin emphasized the word do.

"You're more sure of that than I am, Kevin. Todd wasn't the only one I almost let get convicted for a murder I did. I let Drew and Bo stand accused." Rachel smiled bitterly and shook her head in disgust. Disgust she was feeling with herself. "It was so much easier letting Todd take the blame than it was watching Bo and Drew being accused. I hated Todd anyway. I believed he never got punished enough for the things he did, so maybe this was just fair payback. I was his judge and jury." A tear slid down Rachel's cheek as she confessed her feelings.

"Rachel, I don't believe that you would have gone through with letting Todd get sent back to Statesville for killing Georgie. I think you would have come forward on your own, eventually," Kevin insisted.

"We'll never know. Will we? Even Asa almost dying and all that stuff that went down between Blair and Max and my mom and Sam and Todd getting stabbed didn't make me confess. It was only seeing you wanting to kill Todd and him wanting you to do it that shocked something in me and made me confess."

"Rachel," Kevin placed his hand on her arm in a comforting gesture.

"Kevin, it's okay. I've worked out a lot of the guilt I feel in therapy. It's just seeing Todd this way and seeing what happened to Bo . . . I hope Bo's right and his wound is no big deal . . . man! My mom's gonna freak when she hears about this. Damn! None of this would have happened if I had just admitted I killed Georgie."

"I'm sure Susannah must have told you that Todd has been sick most of his life. You didn't give him DID or any of the other things that are wrong with him."

"I know that. Susannah did explain that to me. I also know that Todd was able to function until he found Georgie's body. You can't deny that, Kevin. I can't take that back. I have to learn to live with it. I do, most of the time. Sometimes it's harder than other times."

"You were great with him," Kevin complimented Rachel. "I see the work you did with kids with autism really came in handy. I know what he wanted. Adam wanted to play this game with me that he likes. We pull each other back and forth in a seesaw effect. They couldn't allow him to move around because of his leg."

"You were great with him too," Rachel praised Kevin. "That song you sang calmed him down considerably."

Kevin blushed slightly and laughed. "Yeah, finally, someone who appreciates my singing."

Rachel smiled. "Seriously, Kevin, it's not always easy to get through to children like Adam." Rachel stopped again when she realized what she just said. "I can't believe that was Todd . . . I . . . I mean . . . God . . . I know it's Todd, but . . . " Rachel was at a loss for words.

"Isn't it amazing?" Kevin agreed. "I feel the same way. I know it's Todd, but the children are really children who live in Todd's body. Once I'm with them I only see them as the children they are."

"I know. I got that feeling right away. Almost from the second I saw Adam I felt the way I do with the kids I worked with. How is that possible? The way he looked . . . his voice . . . they were so young," Rachel stated in astonishment.

"No one really knows. Susannah said there are many theories about the physical aspects of DID. The chronic and severe abuse may permanently alter the brain's chemistry . . . their immune, nervous, endocrine and cardiovascular systems react differently from each other's . . . who knows what else. Susannah can tell you more. It's the most damn fascinating thing I've ever experienced in my life. There's an infant alter. He's only five months old. He can't speak. He can't even sit up by himself. There's an old lady who walks around kind of hunched over. Her joints actually swell up with arthritis. Her vision is poor without glasses. When the children or women are out, Todd's facial hair doesn't grow . . . the hormones react differently. Rachel, I'm telling you . . . you've gotta see it to believe it."

"How come we never noticed any of this when we were in college with Todd?" Rachel posed.

"Are you so sure we didn't? All of us knew how moody Todd was. We all thought he had a few screws loose. Can you say that it never crossed your mind that he was sick?"

"I suppose it did. What crossed my mind more was that he was a mean and vicious monster . . . not even a human . . . maybe that's why it was so easy to let him go to jail for me," Rachel admitted.

"He was raised by a monster. I can't go into the things Peter Manning did to him. I can tell you that if you knew, you'd understand why Todd turned out the way he did."

Rachel looked into Kevin's eyes. "Ever since I've heard that you were close to Todd's alters I wondered how you were able to get past everything he did . . . to you . . . to Marty . . . to my mom . . . to your own family. I think I have a fairly good idea now."

"It's only the past day or so that I've actually had any dealings with Todd," Kevin explained. "Before that it was always one of the alters. Usually it was the children. Sometimes it was one of the adults. Pete and I have had a few run-ins. This isn't the first time he thought I and my whole family were here to take him to prison."

"Was it my dad and Bo being here that pushed him over the edge today?" Rachel inquired.

"I guess so. I don't know where he got the scissors. I'm sure it wasn't Todd who hurt Bo or himself. There's an alter that hates Todd and all the other alters. I have a feeling he was involved in this. Rachel, Pete wasn't trying to hurt Bo. He thought it was his dad he was stabbing . . . or I should say Todd's dad. Pete freaks out if anyone says that Peter Manning was his dad too."

"This is way too complicated. My God, Kevin. How does Todd know if he's coming or going?"

"He doesn't. Rachel, when we knew him in college, many of the alters were dormant and those that were around either didn't come out very often or they pretended to be Todd when they did. Now a days Todd lives in chaos most of the time. He has no idea how long he's been here or what day it is. Today was a good day for him. He kept it together for Téa and for Starr. Starr came here, on her own, to see her daddy and Téa."

Rachel's head was spinning as she tried to process everything Kevin had just told her. Then she suddenly remembered. "Téa! Oh God, Kevin. We have to tell Téa what happened."

"I know," Kevin admitted in a worried voice. "I don't want her to hear it from the staff here. Her room is way at the other end. I don't think she heard any of what went on here. She's been through Hell the past few days. Todd has been switching left and right and all the alters that came out had issues with Téa. She's been worried sick about Todd's reactions to her accident and he was terrified for her. You should have seen him, Rachel. He was holding on by a thread. I never thought Todd would be able to stay Todd the way he did. He was there for Téa. He was strong. He tried his best to take care of her. He was that way for Starr too. It must have been too much for him already and then when he saw Bo and your dad . . ."

"It pushed him over the edge." Rachel finished Kevin's statement.

"Yeah. I think it did," Kevin concurred. "He'll be all right. He's hurt himself worse than this before. Bo's wound didn't look to bad either. The scissors was a small one, luckily. I don't think it did too much damage." Kevin paused. He looked around. Housekeeping had arrived and was in the process of cleaning up the area. Kevin shook his head and sighed deeply. "We better get to Téa. News travels fast in a hospital."

Rachel collected the present she had gotten for Téa. She and Kevin headed for Téa's room.

*****

Téa lay in her bed with her eyes closed. She wasn't asleep. She was going over the events of the past few hours. Téa hugged herself as she remembered the feel of Starr in her arms. She closed her hand into a fist as she also remembered what it felt like to hold Todd's hand. Téa smiled. "I had my family back today," Téa whispered to herself. Téa was so proud of Todd. She was in awe of him. She felt like she had witnessed a miracle. You were there for me, mi amore. You took care of me. You protected me. You made sure I was taken care of. Oh, Todd. I hope doing that didn't end up hurting you. Was it too much for you? Téa wondered. She put Todd's well being ahead of her own. Téa knew there were times, like today, when Todd did the same for her.

For all their many problems, Téa knew that when push came to shove her relationship with Todd was symbiotic. There was mutual caring for each other's needs and wants. Both benefitted from their love. Neither was only interested in what the other could do for them. Todd had tried with all his might to be the kind of man and husband he wanted to be for Téa and she had done everything within her power to help him and save him, time and time again. Each had been the caregiver to the other when it was necessary. Téa would sometimes wonder if, in part, both she and Todd sought the love from each other that was stolen from them when their mothers' deserted them.

Today, more than ever before, Téa knew they were bonded for life. In these long months since Todd had been hospitalized, Téa had come to realize that if severe illness and accidents had not torn them apart neither of them would allow anger, frustration and mistrust do it. Téa understood that trust was not easy for her and almost impossible for Todd. Yet, in so many ways, they trusted each other with things neither had ever trusted another living soul with.

Téa opened her eyes and looked at all the gifts Todd had sent to her. She was deeply touched by them. In her mind she was able to hear Todd telling her doctors to make sure not to hurt her. Téa thought of the surprise Todd and Starr planned when Todd hid Starr behind him. She remembered the twinkle in his eyes at her reaction to his surprise. It was the first time, since before the hostage situation, that Todd had a moment of fun. Téa felt her heart swell with love for him. For the first time, in a very long time, Téa had some real hope for their future. She closed her eyes again and continued to go over every second of this day in her mind.

"I think she's sleeping," Rachel whispered to Kevin when they saw Téa lying in bed with her eyes closed. They both noticed the big smile on her face and assumed she was dreaming. Both hated that they would have to wipe that smile away with the news they came to give her.

"Rachel! Kevin! I'm not asleep. It's okay. Come in." Téa opened her eyes when she heard them come into the room. She was happy to see them.

"Maybe you need to rest? We can come back a little later," Rachel declared.

"Will you get over here!” Téa patted the bed.

Rachel and Téa hugged tightly. They nearly crushed the box Rachel was holding. "This is from Bo, my dad and me," Rachel stated as she handed Téa the box.

"It's beautiful," Téa exclaimed as she pulled the lavender, velvet and satin bed jacket out of the box. "Something tells me you were the one to pick it out," Téa guessed.

"You know it, girlfriend," Rachel admitted. "Daddy and Bo are sweet, but their idea of a good present is a fishing rod."

Téa laughed. She noticed Kevin looked troubled. When she looked into Rachel's eyes she saw that, even though Rachel had a smile on her lips, her eyes were troubled as well. Téa began to feel anxious. "Is something wrong?"

Kevin moved closer to the bed. "Téa, I don't want you to get upset. Everything is okay now. There was an incident."

Téa's heart began to pound so loudly she had trouble hearing Kevin. She knew that any conversation that started out with "I don't want you to get upset," was always bad news. "Is it Todd . . . Oh my God! Is it Starr? Tell me! Kevin, tell me!"

"Honey, calm down. Todd and Starr are okay. Everyone is okay . . . sort of," Rachel announced.

"What do you mean 'sort of?' Tell me!" Téa repeated.

"Starr is fine. Blair came and took her home some time ago. She wasn't here when it. . . ." Kevin ran his fingers through his hair as he searched for the words. "I wasn't here for the whole thing, but from what I gathered, Bo and Hank ran into Todd as they were taking him back to his room. Hank approached him or said something to him . . . I don't know. Whatever it was . . . Todd became frightened or angry . . . something . . . Pete came out." Téa gasped. "Yeah, Pete," Kevin confirmed sadly. "He freaked. He thought Bo and Hank were there to take him to jail. Pete became delusional. He thought Bo was Peter Manning. Téa, somehow, Todd got hold of a pair of scissors while he was away from his unit."

"Oh God!" Téa cried out.

"No one is hurt seriously," Kevin stated emphatically. "Pete did use the scissors to cut himself. He cut his leg up. Susannah doesn't think any real damage was done. It will take some stitches to close it, but there won't be any permanent damage."

Tears welled up in Téa's eyes and slid down her cheeks. For a second she felt she had jinxed the situation by feeling so optimistic. The reminder of the severity of Todd's illness slapped Téa in the face. "Did Todd come back? Oh God, Kevin. He'll be terrified of having to go have stitches. Did they sedate him?"

"Yes. Uh . . . Téa, Todd didn't come back. Pete went inside and Adam came out," Kevin informed her.

"Adam?" Téa brushed her hand over her mouth. She tugged on her lower lip for a moment before she took her hand away. She looked at Rachel. Rachel saw the intense pain in Téa's eyes. She thought of what a contrast it was to the happiness that had been in those eyes when she and Kevin first walked in. "Rachel, Adam is a baby. He's only three years old." Téa let Rachel know.

"I know," Rachel gently acknowledged. "I was there. I saw him. I couldn't believe my own eyes and ears at first. He's okay. Really. Aunt Susannah had them give him something to put him to sleep. Even before that, he didn't seem to be in pain. He was fairly calm as long as Kevin kept singing to him."

"He remembered you and that cartoon song he likes you to sing to him?" Téa asked hopefully. She was happy Adam had familiar faces around him. She also hoped he would remember her.

"He sure seemed to. He kind of zeroed in on me as soon as he came out. I'm kind of like this walking juke box to him," Kevin joked sadly.

"Then he's really okay? The wound isn't serious?"

"No," both Kevin and Rachel answered together.

"Then what is it? There's something else. I can see it in both your faces'," Téa declared.

Kevin and Rachel exchanged quick glances. Kevin took a deep breath. "Right after Pete cut up his leg, Bo tried to take the scissors away from him. Pete thought Bo was Peter Manning and he stabbed him in the side."

"No! Ay dios mio! Is Bo all right? You said no one was hurt seriously?" Before Téa gave Kevin and Rachel a chance to answer, she started to get out of bed.

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Kevin held onto Téa's arm.

"I'm going to be with Todd . . . Adam. Where is he? Is he in the ER or the treatment room on seven?"

"What is this, musical visitors? Todd freaks out and insists they bring him to you. You freak out and wanna go to him. Stay put! Adam is heavily sedated. He won't know you're there. They took both Bo and Adam to the ER. Adam is not in any danger. They'll both need stitches and they'll be fine!"