Part Three
Erica gasped and quickly turned her face away so no-one would see the tears forming in her eyes. She was surprised at the strength of her own feelings.

"Is there anything we can do?" Jenny asked numbly, her face pale.

"Mr Sanders is stable at the moment. The best thing you can do is just keep talking to him. You never know, it could bring him out of it."

Erica couldn't help noticing that the doctor didn't look too hopeful.

"You can go in now if you like. I have some paperwork to fill in."

The doctor began to move away. Kyle placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Thank you."

The doctor nodded and carried on about his business, head bowed.

The team looked at each other.

"Well I suppose we should go in," Duke mumbled, his brown eyes sad.

Erica turned away again.

"You guys go ahead. I've... err... I've got stuff to do," she finished in a rush. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

Kyle frowned and turned towards her.

"Erica..."

Erica cut him off before he could continue.

"I've gotta go Kyle. See you later."

With that she hurried off, practically running through the doors at the end of the corridor.

Kyle frowned after her and then looked at his two remaining team-mates, managing to give them a weak smile.

"I'm sure everything's gonna be fine guys," he said. "Let's go."

He walked through the door that the doctor had come from, pausing briefly with his hand on the handle before sighing and turning it purposefully.

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Jenny Andrews followed Kyle through the door and stopped. Dispassionately she allowed her eyes to roam around the room, looking at everything except the figure on the bed. Faintly she heard someone asking a question but couldn't order her thoughts enough to work out who it was or what they said.

"Jenny," Domino's silky voice broke through her reverie. "Jenny, honey, I asked if you were ok."

"Yeah Dom I'm fine," she answered absently.

"You want me to take out the guys that did this Jenny?" Beast saked eagerly. "I've got a missile with their names on it if it'll make you feel better."

Before Kyle could retort Jenny smiled sadly.

"No Beast but thanks for the offer."

"Anytime Jenny," the black truck growled.

Finally Jenny moved over to the bed and looked at the young man lying on it. She'd never seen Trek so still. Normally he was always moving, laughing, teasing, talking or playing with something.
Part Four