His head hurt. He was lying on an uncomfortable floor, with something soft pressed against his forehead.
He could smell alcohol on his clothes, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember how he had gotten to where he was right now. The next thing he became aware of was a feminine voice speaking to him. As he opened his eyes and saw a blurry, dark haired figure, he uttered the first name that came to mind…
"Jess?"
"Don! Thank God you're awake! It's… It's me… Stella…"
As he focused his eyes on her sad and concerned face, it all came back to him. They were at the bar, toasting in Jess' honor when all hell broke loose, shots rang, people went down on the floor and then everything went dark… They were toasting in Jess honor? Right, she had been shot; she was gone, for good…
"Right... err… Sorry"
He tried to clear the lump in his throat, tried to look away, to keep the tears from falling, but he wasn't being very successful at any of those things, so he tried to focus on something else instead, to keep some sort of control.
"Is everyone ok?"
"Yes, only some scrapes from the broken glass and Adam got a deep cut on his arm. You got the worst of it."
He tried to touch his forehead, but Stella batted his hand away.
"Don't touch it. It looks like a bullet grazed you and you went down hard. You scared the hell out of us! Just stay still, the bus is on the way…"
At the mention of the bus, his first instinct was to flee. He didn't get very far, though, as a piercing pain shot through his head the minute he tried to sit up. He sank back down, his hand going back to the cloth on his forehead.
"What part of stay still did you not get?!"
He settled for glaring at Stella, trying to sit up again, albeit more slowly.
"We can't waste time, Stella! We need to find the sons of bitches that did this!"
He felt another set of hands trying to keep him down, turning around to see the face of Dr. Sheldon Hawkes.
"Slow down your horses, cowboy. The cavalry is already on it. All you need to do right now is to lie down and wait for the ambulance to get here. You were literally shot in the head, and only your thick skull seems to have saved you from serious harm. You were very lucky tonight…"
Don pushed away Hawkes' hands, muttering in a low growl:
"You're right, Doc, I've been feeling like the luckiest man on earth today!"
He covered his eyes with his hand, not being able to stifle the sob that tore through his throat, or the tears that spilled from his eyes. He felt Stella's and Hawkes' hands, coming to rest on his shoulders and squeezing reassuringly.
"I'm sorry Don; I shouldn't have said th…"
Hawkes' apology was cut short.
"Don't worry about it, Doc… I know you mean well, I just… I can't… I don't want to go to the hospital right now… I can't just sit still… I feel like I'll go mad!"
Don's breath was coming in short, panicked gasps, his rant was stopped by Stella, who was holding a handkerchief over the wound on his forehead and stroking his arm with her other hand.
"Hush, sweetheart, we only want you to get checked over, maybe give you something for the splitting headache you probably have right now. We'll stay the whole time with you and we'll make sure to get you out of there as soon as we can, ok?"
Don looked from Stella to Hawkes, and with a resigned sigh, he nodded his head, muttering a soft "A'right", just as the ambulance arrived.
They efficiently loaded him into the Ambulance, Stella and Hawkes going with him, as promised. As the ambulance drove off, Mac looked at what was left of his team, giving them a determined look.
"Alright, we have work to do."
The end (Maybe?)
A/N: This is my first ever story, it was not betaed, since it was a "spur of the moment" kind of thing, and I couldn't get the scene out of my head after watching the season 5 finale. I hope I made the characters justice. I don't know if this could continue, but I'd love to see what you think of my little tale, and if I made justice to the characters. Feel free to review, if you feel like it...