Last chapter kiddies. Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I couldn't have done it without you! I love you all!

Carlton sat in the waiting room, filling out the last of the paper work. After two months in the hospital, Shawn was finally getting released (under Juliet's supervision of course) Speaking of Juliet… Carlton remembered it all too well.

Shawn was lying in the bed, his head on fluffy white pillows. His face was bruised in multiple places, but his legs… oh god. They were bleeding; I mean they were STILL bleeding. The white sheets were already soaked with blood, slowly spreading over the bed.

"Spencer?" Carlton quickly maneuvered over to the man in the bed. Shawn was using all of his energy just trying to stay awake.

"Hey, L-L-Lassie. W-W-W-What's up?" the man's voice was stammering. His arms that were holding him up were shaking.

"Nothing much," Carlton gulped holstering his weapon.

"R-R-Really? God it's so cold," Shawn fell back onto the bed, his arms giving out. Shawn's back smacked onto the blood covered sheets.

"I found him! I need an ambulance!" Carlton yelled, walking over to Shawn. Shawn's forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was whiter than the sheets. "Hold on Spencer," Carlton took a quick look at his legs. From what he could tell, the back of Shawn's thighs had been slashed. Someone had literally taken a knife to his leg, and slashed across. Deep.

"Shawn!" Henry burst into the room, stopping when he saw Shawn's state.

"I can't feel-l-l my legs." Shawn shivered. "We're going to get you out of here." Carlton guaranteed.

Carlton set the clipboard aside, and picked up his Luke-warm coffee. He took a long drink, and glanced back down the hallway. Juliet had insisted on helping getting him ready to go home. To her apartment that is. With his conditions, there was no way he could live alone. The watch on his arm told him he'd been waiting for almost an hour.

Shawn could barely nod his head. Henry had regained the use of his body and rushed to Shawn's side. "What happened?" he looked at Carlton.

"Not sure, his legs are hurt; he says he can't feel them." Carlton told the older man. Henry looked as if he might faint, but he held on strong.

"Where is he?" this time it was Juliet who came running into the room, Chief Vick right behind her. Juliet's face dropped and her mouth opened when she saw Shawn. Shawn had heard Juliet's voice, and was trying to get up. Henry softly pushed him down and whispered some words. Carlton couldn't hear what they were, but they seemed to affect Shawn who nodded. "Oh god," Juliet covered her open mouth with her hands.

"Juliet stay back." Vick had placed her hands on Juliet's shoulders, keeping her from going forward. Her eyes were glued to Shawn, whose own were closed. Shawn's breathing became labored and Vick cursed at the officers, "Where are the damn paramedics?!"

"Any second Chief," Buzz McNabb said. Juliet's face had paled, and her legs began to shake. She would have fallen if Vick hadn't been supporting her.

Carlton was brought from his thoughts when he heard his partner talking. "I got it," she was pushing Shawn in a wheel chair. Shawn's doctor was walking alongside them. The patient himself seemed rather bored. Juliet was nodding at whatever else the doctor was telling her.

Shawn was donning simple jeans (to hide the scars on his legs), a long sleeved red shirt, and tennis shoes. Shawn was leaning on his hand, and staring aimlessly out the passing windows. He wasn't happy that he had to be taken care of from now on, but at least it was Juliet.

"Remember, he can't be by himself for a few days." The doctor reminded Juliet who nodded. "I'm right here you know," Shawn sighed.

"Oh hush up," Juliet softly swatted the back of Shawn's head. Carlton stood up, and grabbed his coffee. He slowly walked over to the couple, and the doctor who handed Juliet a list. "Pick those up before you leave."

"Will do," Juliet gave him a smile, accepting the list.

"Take care of yourself Shawn," the doctor clapped Shawn's back.

"Sure Doc," Shawn gave a forced smile. The doctor walked away and Shawn gave out another little sigh, trying to hide it from Juliet.

"He was very nice Shawn; I don't know why you have an attitude." Juliet walked them closer to Carlton. "I don't like doctors Jules," Juliet rolled her eyes. How Carlton got sucked into taking them to Juliet's house, he'd never know. Actually… Juliet had used her pouty face and he'd caved in.

"You two ready?" Carlton tried to sound impatient.

"Yes." Shawn quickly said glancing at Juliet who gave him a look.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

Juliet watched as Carlton's car pulled away, and then she turned to her disabled boyfriend. Juliet closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.

"Shawn Spencer?" a man with black hair, and brown eyes in a white coat walked into the waiting room. Both Maddie and Henry stood up, the doctor walked over to them. "My name is Aaron Smaller, I'm your son's doctor." Henry nodded.

"How is he?" Maddie asked.

"He'll be just fine. He lost a lot of blood, and he… unfortunately the injuries he sustained to his legs… well he." Smaller tried to phrase the words, "He basically lost the use of his legs." Smaller set on.

"What?" Henry gasped. Juliet felt her eyes start to water, and she quickly wiped them away.

"It seems as if a knife was not only cut but dug through the back of his leg, cutting the muscles there. By the time you got here, we were unable to repair the damage."

"How did he survive the blood loss?" Gus questioned. "He'd already lost a lot by the time we found him."

"Someone had tried to stop the bleeding, while they didn't do a good job, they saved his life." Smaller checked his clipboard.

Juliet would never forget hearing that Shawn was now disabled. There was a small chance that he could walk again, but the doctor had dismissed it completely. Shawn still hung to the hope that maybe, by some miracle he'd be able to walk again. Juliet turned away from the window and couldn't help but chuckle at Shawn.

He was trying to get around the table, and go into the hallway. Shawn cursed and was just about to knock it over when Juliet helped him out, and moved him around the object. "I could have done it on my own," Shawn pouted.

"I know you could have," Juliet ruffled Shawn's hair.

"When can I go to work?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn, we talked about this. You can't go back to work." Juliet wheeled her boyfriend into the bedroom. "Because I can't walk," Shawn slumped. Juliet knew Shawn was an outgoing person, and seeing him down and confined hurt her. Juliet sat on the bed and pulled Shawn over to her so he was in front of her. She grabbed his hands and placed them into his lap.

"I love you. You know that, right?" Shawn nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "And I never want you away from me again." Juliet continued. "No matter what, you'll always be my man. And a damn good one at that." Juliet tried to make him smile. She was rewarded when a small smile covered his mouth.

"You're too adorable," Juliet commented making Shawn blush.

"Adorable? Not manly? Oh Jules," Shawn mocked pain.

"You big baby," Juliet moved and sat on top of his lap. One of her arms going around his neck to keep balanced. His arms weaved around her waist, and he held her close. Juliet knew Shawn was a little on edge, seeing how as Kat and the baby hadn't been found. Juliet was still shocked that Kat had taken in the baby, but was glad no harm had come to it.

"I love you," Shawn leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Juliet happily kissed him back. Now (just because he could) Shawn would pull her into random kisses. He was glad he could show the other losers that Juliet was his, and no one else's.

Juliet stopped before walking into the hospital room. Her hand was on the doorknob, and the other was clutching her stomach. She didn't know why she was so scared to see him. It was the first time since they'd been told he might not ever walk again. It wasn't like he'd grown a second head, or had been shot multiple times. It was no big deal.

She opened the door and she was wrong. It was a big deal. His legs were wrapped in a white cloth, and his head was lazily hanging off of the pillow. From her standing point, she couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep. She hoped his was asleep, but alas, "You can come in." Shawn sat up as best as he could. "I won't bite, well… not hard anyways." He tried to joke. The sentence just hung in the air, Juliet didn't move.

It felt wrong to be able to walk, when he couldn't. He now had to rely on others, and wheelchairs. He could no longer be by himself; this also meant there was no way he could run if he got the urge. Juliet took a deep breath before walking further into the room. Shawn was picking at the gown they had him, his eyes not meeting hers. "How do you um… feel?" it was a stupid question to ask. He knew it, she knew it, yet he answered it anyways. "Alright I guess," he shrugged. Juliet nodded, mumbling, "Good, good." As she sat down in the chair to his left.

"I'm sorry Shawn," Juliet rushed it out. "What?" Shawn looked up at her. His eyes were a dark green, and they watered slightly as if he was going to cry. She almost surged into tears just seeing how sad he was. "It's all my fault. If I'd paid better attention in the car we could have found you sooner. You wouldn't be…." She couldn't finish. "Unable to walk?" Shawn continued for her, Juliet looked him in the eye.

"Why'd you have to do it? You could have gotten out and I-!" he cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. "No. Don't you ever say that, and don't you dare even think about finishing that sentence. If it hadn't been me, it would have been you, and I couldn't take that chance." His face was still pale, and his hands were ice cold. Juliet nodded her understanding and he removed his fingers. "Are you cold?" he was taken aback by her question. "What?" Juliet stood up and felt his arm. "Are you cold?" she repeated. "A little," he admitted. Juliet nodded and grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed. She pulled it up so it was right under his chin.

"You need to warm up." She told him tucking in the sides of the blanket. "Jules?" Shawn's voice was small. "Hm?" Juliet continued her work. She made sure he was snug before pressing the red call button. "I love you." He whispered. Juliet observed his features and when she was sure he meant it, she whispered back, "I love you," then the nurse came in.

"We'll get through it," Juliet promised breaking away from him. "You and I, we can make it, as long as we're together. Deal?" Shawn's grip on her tightened. "Deal," he broke out into a genuine smile. Juliet let one out herself, not able to obtain the happiness this man gave to her.

Maybe I should continue this story line? What do you all think?