MaryAnne stepped further into the room, approaching the bed Riddick laid upon. "A miracle..." she whispered, echoing the doctor's words. She looked at Riddick laying there, his face obscured by an oxygen mask and breathing tubes. Everything that could possibly be hooked up to him, was, and the machines beeped in a steady rythym. His heart rate, pulse, blood pressure...all the vitals were being monitored and yet, with each heart beat came the next measured chance of whether or not Riddick would continue to survive. MaryAnne realized as she stood there, that although Riddick had been Hazzard for awhile, she hardly knew him...and now quite possibly may not ever get the chance to. Of course, given their respective backgrounds it wasn't like they had much in common to begin with. But all the same, Riddick was a citizen of Hazzard and as with all citizen's of Hazzard, MaryAnne had an obligation to the safety of everyone in the community. And to see Riddick in this condition, bothered MaryAnne to the core. But it was out of her control. And knowing this MaryAnne did the only thing she could do. She sighed deeply and bowed her head. "Lord...if you see fit within your divine power to allow Riddick to remain of this earth, I ask that you give him the strength he needs to pull through this. He's strong as an ox... but even the ox has a limit." All the answered her was the silence of the room, mixed with the sound of the machines... (Cue Riddick or Brian)