Jack rushed into the room that Tara had been taken into and saw her on the table.
"Oh, Tara," he murmured. "What have I done?"
He spun on his heel and yelled out the door. "She's been shot several times! What are you doing for her?"
"Sir," a man inside the room said. "I'm a doctor. Relax."
"Jack?" Tara murmured. Her eyes fluttered open. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming."
"It's no dream, Tara," Jack whispered. He kissed her forehead. "I'm here." The doctor pushed him away.
"Sorry, sir," he said. "You can see her again when I'm done, but I have to get to work immediately."
"It's ok, Jack," Tara interrupted. "I'll be fine."
Jack stopped talking and nodded. "You better be." With that, he turned and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind him and leaning up against it.