Stay with me

I'm back! I know that I haven't written in quite a while but school and exams have just been the death of me. I know that I have also left Moments for a really long time but I promise that I am working on it and should have it uploaded soon.

Before you start reading this I would just like to warn that this story deals with major character death and other quite powerful and saddening topics which is why it is rated a T. Please take this into account and if you decide that it is too depressing for you then don't upset yourself and just stop reading, I know that it may not be for everyone.

Final warning is that this story will be an emotional rollercoaster so get ready for the ride!

P.S. If you have decided to continue reading the flash backs are written in italics.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scorpion or any of its characters. I'm just a massive fan that likes to write!

It all happened so fast. The sound of tooting truck horns blearing in the distance echoed in his ear. His eyes still saw the flashes of car headlights and the force of impact pushing onto his right side. Ambulance sirens, police flashlights and public screams were the first and last things that he can remember before once again blacking out. Now it was a faint monitor that alerted him of the surroundings. His lower body covered by a crisp white sheet, his fingers trapped in place by wires that seemed to have no end or beginning. His vision was once again drifting, pushing his eyelids to shut, but he protested. He shook his head and ignored the throbbing in his pain just so he could withstand the need to pass out once again. He used his mind to focus on the constant yet perfectly in time beeping of the heart monitor, when he remembered… where is she? Felling a sudden rush of adrenaline begin to pulse through his tired body, he gathered the strength to lift himself up. This task wasn't as easy as it seemed due to the bandage on his right arm and pinching pain of his side, but he eventually succeeded.

"Jesus Walter get back down you shouldn't be moving this soon" exclaimed Toby as he set the cup of coffee that he had walked in with onto a nearby stand and rushed over to his friend to help him back down into the previous stance.

"What the hell were you thinking? Didn't the pain stop you from thinking that this was a bad idea?"

"I need to see where she is. I need to see if she's ok" Walter answered whilst hopelessly trying to withstand Toby's actions.

The strength left in him was not enough and finally Toby succeeded with Walter laying on his back as the shrink took the nearest chair and firmly positioned himself onto it. The behaviourist then took the seaming cup of coffee, placed it on his lap, adjusted his hat and leaned towards the helpless friend in the bed.

"You'll be able to see her soon, just wait until the doctor comes to see you and then I could take you there myself so just be patient" he said with a serious and slightly concerned face before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of the warm beverage.

Walter was just about to ask further questions but the doctor strode in with a nurse swiftly behind, which diverted Walter's attention to him instead.

"Good evening mister O'Brien. I had heard that you woke up and I wanted to do a few checks on you as soon as possible. Can you tell me if any part of your body is currently hurting?"

"Should it?"

"Walter, stop being a condescending jerk and answer the doctor properly" warned Toby before flashing the doctor an apologetic nod.

"Yes, my head is slightly hurting and my side feels funny when I move but aside from that, no" Walter replied in a less than amused tone.

"Well then if you are lucky we will be able to get you off of bedrest quite soon although you will have to be on a wheelchair for a little while."

The doctor wrote a few things down on his clipboard and signalled to the nurse to follow him as he prepared to leave the room. His journey came to a halt as he heard Walter inclining if he had any information on Paige. To this he replied "we will know soon enough" and left the room.

At last, Walter gave in to exhaustion and drifted into a rough sleep, missing the nurses tightening a bandage around his belly and unplugging a few devices from his tube infested hands. As he woke up he noticed the resting head of Sylvester on top of his bed and Cabe's figure lurking in a corner reading something off of his phone. Sunlight was creeping in from the small gaps in the windows that weren't covered by curtains.

"Welcome back, kiddo" uttered the Homeland Agent as he made his way to Walter's bed and instantly pushed him upwards so that he could sit whilst propped on pillows that were too thin and barely did their assigned job.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only two hours, fifty seven minutes and four seconds" mumbled Sylvester as he too sat up and begun whipping his tired eyes.

The agent sent a fainted smile towards the human calculator and resumed his focus to the injured man once more. After making a bit more small talk, mostly about Walter's wellbeing and so forth, they all agreed to help him onto the wheelchair that a nurse had dragged in not long ago. In one swift and calculated motion Walter was comfortably situated in the seat as awkward silence filled the room until Cabe stepped in with addressing the matter that had been on everyone's minds but not once dared to be put forward, until now.

"So… do you remember what happened?"

Did he remember? How could he forget? That night would have served as a nightmare to anyone unfortunate enough to experience it. The sole reason why his sleep had been so short was due to the haunting sound, visions and any other sort of memories dragging him forcefully to that night of regret.

That's when he realised were it was that he had to be. Without alerting anyone of his plans, he grabbed the wheel with his barely harmed left hand and pushed it forwards through the ajar doors. Ignoring the shouts of his team mates he focused on gaining speed and scanning the nearly empty corridor for a doctor that could give him accurate directions. Just then two figures emerged from a corner, one in what seemed a hat and the other with a brown satchel around her shoulder. When they saw Walter escaping from the shouts of the two men behind him, they increased their speed and grasped the wheelchair. Cabe and Sly caught up swiftly.

"I need to see Paige. Let me go, God damn it!"

Before anyone could say anything, Walter's doctor swept in from behind a door most probably leading to his office and walked over to his patient who repeated the exact same words to the doctor as to his friends a few minutes ago. Unexpectedly to Walter, the facial expression of the doctor changed drastically from calm to concerned and apologetic. His gaze drifted from the patient to the people accompanying him to which they all shook their heads as a response. It worried Walter why they seemed to be communicating through their minds and why were they all avoiding his inquiry of seeing Paige, so he turned once again to commence his mission to find her in this godforsaken hospital. However his efforts were once more halted by the medic who turned the wheelchair to face him and begun to speak.

"I am very sorry to be the bearer of bad news Mr O'Brien but, Miss Dineen passed away not long after you fell asleep last night. We tried whatever in our power to help her but our efforts weren't enough. I am truly sorry for your loss" with that he turned to look at the rest of the team members and slowly walked away in the direction of other patients, leaving them all surrounding the wheelchair in complete silence.

At first he didn't understand. It just drifted over his head and didn't register. Then it hit him harder than a bullet to the chest. It burrowed itself deeper and deeper, ripping and tearing his organs into nothing but mere shreds. He lost all feel of his legs and arms as if he was about to disappear into thin air. It felt as if his whole head was going into over drive from every little bit of EQ now torturing his entire brain.

"Walter? Walter, can you hear me? Walter!"

…

He didn't speak. He just stayed silent. Silent when Cabe took him to the garage. Silent whilst he was recovering. Silent when he left the wheelchair and only had his bandaged arm as a reminder for that night. Toby tried various ways to get him to talk and recover mentally but nothing helped. The only person that Walter wanted to talk to was Paige. Yet she was the only one that he couldn't communicate with. He begun to burry himself in numbers, searching for answers as to why it wasn't him, why it was Paige.

…

"What are you working on there, Hun?" she whispered into his ear before kissing a trail of kisses along his neck and onto his shoulders.

"Just a little work for a new competition that I entered recently" replied Walter putting down his pen and spinning his chair to face her.

"And what competition would that be?"

"The Leon Siwerski competition for the most developed satellite. It's a bit like the Karman Line Prize but slightly more advanced and well has a pay-out of 20 million. I plan to put that money to the MS researchers and help them to make sure that no one has to suffer like my sister."

"Walter" she stops kissing him and instead wraps her arms around his shoulders "That's… that's amazing. Your EQ levels are going up!" she replied playfully.

"Paige, my EQ has been through the roof since we started dating four months ago. Haven't you noticed?"

"Oh I have Walter… I have" and with that she kissed his lips tenderly which he returned almost immediately with a smile decorating his lips.

I'm so sorry! I know I am horrible for writing this but I have high hopes for this one. The next chapter will tell you more about what happened and how she died (but not in overly graphic detail).

Please let me know if you like it and if you have any suggestions in the reviews or by PMing me! :)