Summary: Agent Don Eppes is always trying to protect others, what happens when Don loses his life trying to save someone else?
Warnings: character death
Author's Note: One of my first fanfics for Numb3rs…how would family/friends react to Don's heroic deed?
Feedback: comments and helpful criticism or ideas would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or any of the characters involved on the show.
Don Eppes
"We need paramedics!" Megan shouted.
"Agent Down! Agent Down!" David radioed in from Don's radio.
Colby jogged back, "How's he doing?" He asked worriedly.
Megan glanced up, "Not so good" she turned back to Don, "Don, I need you to open your eyes. Come on, you can fight this"
Don groaned, but his eyes didn't open.
Just then, paramedics arrived and three hurried to Don's side. "What happened?" One demanded.
"Don got shot three times, his pulse is fading..." Megan trailed off.
"Alright, we need room to work, does he have family you can call?" One asked.
Megan, Colby, and David backed away, allowing the paramedics to work. "Charlie!" Megan gasped.
"And Alan" David added, groaning.
"Call them," The second paramedic said quickly.
The third paramedic loaded Don onto a stretcher and had him in the ambulance.
"Get his family and go to the hospital" The paramedic shouted before the door slammed shut.
"B.P. is 90/160" A paramedic muttered.
"Pulse is dropping! We need more blood!" Another urged.
"This is unit 2. We've got a three GSW patient coming in," The third said into the radio.
"What's his status?" The reply came back immediately.
"Critical. Needs immediate surgery. Get Michaels and Carter on it immediately" He responded.
"Alright, OR will be ready"
The ambulance pulled to a stop in front of the ER entrance, Dr. Michaels and Dr. Carter rushed out, "What's up?" Dr. Carter pressed, helping unload Don.
"Three gunshot wounds, one upper spine, one in the gut, I don't think it hit his liver, and another near the heart. He's got a hell of a lot of eternal bleeding, prognosis isn't good so far" One rattled off as they wheeled him in.
"Alright, well let's get this guy to OR" Michaels stated checking Don's heart rate. "His heart rates falling, does this guy have family?"
"Yeah, the three agents with him are calling them and meeting us here" The first paramedic replied.
"Agent?" Michaels inquired.
"FBI"
"Damn, alright, let's go! A lot will ride on this" Carter shouted.
Don was wheeled into surgery and the door slammed shut.