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Ryan watched Merian's face turn pale. "Is she okay?" he said, voice cracking beneath the pressure. He just found her. He couldn't lose her again. His head whipped around to Peter, "Drive to the fucking hospital or I'll skip to your sentence and execute you myself!"

Peter's heart clenched in his chest. Everything was falling out of his control. No matter what he did, everything just fell apart. Rising up in the ranks of the mob, his tenacity for violence only got him so far. He wasn't charming and he wasn't clever. He got lucky with Ryan and Bridget. Without Ryan leaving a gaping hole in the family and Bridget's grief, Peter never would have headed the family. But even that fell apart. Even before Ryan was there, he was at the mercy of Bridget's father's shadow. He was never good enough. There was always someone better and lately, it was Ryan. And now Merian was dying the backseat and Peter was heading towards Hell himself. "Let me concentrate, asshole! This ain't Manhattan!"

They roared down the road, zipping past the wilderness until they hit civilization. "Where's the hospital?" Peter asked, nearly hysterical.

Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Calm down," he said, punching in the location in the GPS of the SVU. As the voice directed them towards the hospital, Ryan put the gun into the holster inside his jacket. As Peter rolled up in the parking lot, he reached into his pocket and with one deft move, slapped the handcuffs onto Peter, chaining him to the steering wheel.

"What the fuck!" Peter screamed, pulling at his arm.

"You're a fugitive, moron!" Ryan reminded him as he hopped out of the car. With the help of Emily, they got Merian into the hospital. Soon Ryan was the one sitting by Merian's side in the hospital room.