Title: The Hour
Author: Gin
Disclaimer: Law and Order: Criminal Intent belongs to NBC, Wolf Films,
and others, I'm just borrowing for a bit. No harm intended.
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Forty minutes. That's all it's been since I arrived at the hospital, watching
the EMS and doctor's try to save my partner's life.
In my mind, I keep replaying what happened over and over again. I try to
figure out if there was anything I could have done to have prevented it. I
know that there's nothing I could have done, but I question everything still.
I look around and see fellow our officers around the room. None of us have
said anything since the doctor left; there's nothing to say, all we can do is
pray.
I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life-- and that includes
September 11. We were too busy and it was too big that day to be scared.
Sitting here, waiting for news, is one of the hardest things I've ever done.
I'm not so sure I can sit here much longer.
A sigh escapes and I see Captain Deakins glance my way. He walks past
and squeezes my hand encouragingly, but says nothing. There's nothing to
be said. What do you say to a person when they're waiting to find out if
their partner is going to live or die?
I look at the clock. Fifty minutes since we arrived. How can it only be fifty
minutes? It seems like years have gone by. Not fifty minutes since Bobby
and I arrived in the ambulance. Fifty minutes since I watched a team of New
York's best doctor's rush my partner away to try and save his life.
I can't take this! The quiet is driving me crazy. I get up and start to pace. I
can't help myself. If I sit any longer I'll scream. I've never been able to
handle inactivity.
The doors opens and I-- and every other person in the room-- turn toward
them. False alarm. The intern that came through the room practically bolts
to another door. Poor kid. I'm sure it's startling to see a dozen police
officers practically pounce on you. I sit back down. I'm not helping anyway
by pacing. I can wait patiently. Bobby knows I'm here. I'm always there. I
always will be.
Sixty minutes. The doors open and this time it's the doctor. I jump to my
feet, as do everyone else. He heads toward Captain Deakins and I.
"Captain Deakins?" he asks. The captain nods and he continues. "Detective
Goren is a lucky man. It took some work, and it'll take him some time, but
he'll be just fine."
I breath a sigh of relief. We all do. The doctor's saying something else but I
missed it. I'm just relieved that Bobby's going to be okay.
"We're transferring him to a room right now," I tune back in and here. "He
hasn't regained consciousness yet, but you can see him if you'd like. Just
one at a time and for just a couple of minutes please."
The captain and I agree and he excuses himself. I sit back down calmly.
Now that I know he's going to be fine, I have all the patience in the world.
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Author: Gin
Disclaimer: Law and Order: Criminal Intent belongs to NBC, Wolf Films,
and others, I'm just borrowing for a bit. No harm intended.
************
Forty minutes. That's all it's been since I arrived at the hospital, watching
the EMS and doctor's try to save my partner's life.
In my mind, I keep replaying what happened over and over again. I try to
figure out if there was anything I could have done to have prevented it. I
know that there's nothing I could have done, but I question everything still.
I look around and see fellow our officers around the room. None of us have
said anything since the doctor left; there's nothing to say, all we can do is
pray.
I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life-- and that includes
September 11. We were too busy and it was too big that day to be scared.
Sitting here, waiting for news, is one of the hardest things I've ever done.
I'm not so sure I can sit here much longer.
A sigh escapes and I see Captain Deakins glance my way. He walks past
and squeezes my hand encouragingly, but says nothing. There's nothing to
be said. What do you say to a person when they're waiting to find out if
their partner is going to live or die?
I look at the clock. Fifty minutes since we arrived. How can it only be fifty
minutes? It seems like years have gone by. Not fifty minutes since Bobby
and I arrived in the ambulance. Fifty minutes since I watched a team of New
York's best doctor's rush my partner away to try and save his life.
I can't take this! The quiet is driving me crazy. I get up and start to pace. I
can't help myself. If I sit any longer I'll scream. I've never been able to
handle inactivity.
The doors opens and I-- and every other person in the room-- turn toward
them. False alarm. The intern that came through the room practically bolts
to another door. Poor kid. I'm sure it's startling to see a dozen police
officers practically pounce on you. I sit back down. I'm not helping anyway
by pacing. I can wait patiently. Bobby knows I'm here. I'm always there. I
always will be.
Sixty minutes. The doors open and this time it's the doctor. I jump to my
feet, as do everyone else. He heads toward Captain Deakins and I.
"Captain Deakins?" he asks. The captain nods and he continues. "Detective
Goren is a lucky man. It took some work, and it'll take him some time, but
he'll be just fine."
I breath a sigh of relief. We all do. The doctor's saying something else but I
missed it. I'm just relieved that Bobby's going to be okay.
"We're transferring him to a room right now," I tune back in and here. "He
hasn't regained consciousness yet, but you can see him if you'd like. Just
one at a time and for just a couple of minutes please."
The captain and I agree and he excuses himself. I sit back down calmly.
Now that I know he's going to be fine, I have all the patience in the world.
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