Donovan was happy as hell to get off the plane, but was surprised to see Melanie standing there next to the car instead of his sons.

"Melanie..?"

Eyes red from crying, Melanie stepped forward, shakily.

"Don, there's been an accident."

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"Still no word?"

Dawn came rushing through alongside her parents as Dean brought the children.

Julie stood next to Jason as Millie, Bridget and Laura waited impatiently for any news on Delilah and Brett.

"Where the hell is Miranda?"

"Did Donovan land yet?"

"Why can't they tell us anything about either one of them?!"

"Where's my Mommy and Daddy?!"

A few hours earlier:

"Delilah!! Fuck!! Delilah, wake up, darlin'! Don't you fucking die on me!"

Brett pulled Delilah from the van after it rolled and flipped, coming to rest upside down and halfway in the river.

Brett was injured, but he did everything he could to get his ex-wife to safety.

Their phones were lost in the wreckage as Brett watched helplessly as blood rushed out of Delilah's mouth and nose.

She was still breathing and still had a heartbeat, but there was no way he could move her if he wasn't a hundred percent sure she wouldn't be paralyzed.

Taking off his coat, he draped it over Delilah and rushed up the embankment, his arm broken and his vision blurry. He knew he had a concussion, but Delilah had hit the side of the van at a harder impact.

He kept looking back at Delilah, screaming into the night for help.

There was no one coming, no one was trying to get into Salem at that time of night, not in that storm brewing.

He was too far from Dean's house and he couldn't leave her to the elements.

The only thing he could pray for was a passing car.

Five minutes passed, maybe more, but Brett figured the only other thing to do was try and move her, get her out of the cold somehow.

Brett was just about to tumble down the hill again when he saw the headlights.

Relieved, he began frantically waving his one good arm until the semi came to a stop.

"I need help! My friend is injured–badly!"

The trucker rushed down the hill to see that Delilah was in even worse shape than before.

"We can move her!" The trucker said,"Let's get her into the truck!"

Kent, the trucker, allowed Brett to use his cell as they booked it to Salem Hospital, sending Delilah straight to the operating room and Brett to triage.

"Don't take her from me!" Brett cried out as he watched the doors to the OR close him off from Delilah, "God, please don't let her die..."

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"They have to know something by now!" Millie frowned, "Why the fuck is Brett still back there and we can't be?!"

"I don't know," Dawn said, "Still no Miranda and I can't tell you where Marion is or any of their relatives."

The children were beside themselves with fear, especially the younger ones.

"I want my Mommy!" Olivia begged.

"Where's Daddy?" Ezra asked, tears rolling down his face.

"Dad!" Isaiah jumped from his chair and was careful with his father who was being wheeled out by a nurse.

In the light, Brett was battered, his arm in a sling, leg in a cast and a wrapping for his head due to the abrasions and concussion.

"Dad!"

Jason rushed to the doors of the ER as Melanie and Donovan came running through.

"Where the fuck is she, you son of a bitch?!" Donovan grabbed Brett from out of the chair, much to the shock of everyone around them, "Did you do this?!?! I'll fucking kill you!!"

A security guard rushed over and pulled Donovan from Brett who was shaking his head and waving his arm.

"I didn't do this! I would never do this!"

Dawn ushered the children out of the room as the guard held Donovan back.

"You prick! How the fuck do I know you didn't do this to her?! If she doesn't make it, so help me God, -"

"I LOVE HER!"

A hush fell over the room as Brett sobbed, his head falling to the side.

"I never stopped loving her, Donovan. I've hurt her, I've cheated, I've been an asshole, but I can't live without her in this world. She and my kids are all I have and I don't have her anymore! She'll never fucking love me again... "

The guard allowed Donovan to break free as the surgeon appeared, his face tired, but his eyes wide.

"Mr. Dixon?"

"That's me, yes." Donovan nodded, his entire body shaking in anger, sadness, and fear.

"I'm Doctor Gordon. Delilah put you down as next of kin and emergency contact so if you'll follow me, -"

"No, I think everyone should know what's happening. Is she alright? Is she... is she... ? Please don't ...please...I'm begging you."

Gordon smiled and shook his head, "We stopped the bleeding and although she's more banged up than most patients I've ever seen, she's going to be completely fine. She's sedated right now, but you can go in and see her, but please don't try to rouse her."

"Oh, God .. God, thank you!" Donovan wailed, a collective sob of joy coming from the occupants in the room.

Gordon turned to lead the way and then spun on his heels and placed a calming hand on Donovan's shoulder.

"Oh, and no need to worry, Mr. Dixon. The baby is just fine."