Red.
Words: 500
Couple: Nell Jones and G Callen
TV Show: NCIS: Los Angeles.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize belong to Shane Brennan.
AU.
Drabble.
Angst.
Established Nell/Callen.
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Everything in her vision is stained red.
Whenever she blinks, all she can see is red.
It terrifies her, sitting there with her red-stained hands, it terrifies her that she still doesn't know if it was over. If he was okay.
Whenever she takes a breath, the bleach smell clogs her senses and if she looks away from her hands the bright white of the waiting room walls blinds her. She couldn't tell you which was better.
And the waiting wasn't helping either. It had been hours of not knowing, hours of asking a nurse for an update and getting a reply of "still in surgery," and they can't jump to conclusions on his condition. Her sobs had been reduced to varied hiccups and Marty Deeks sitting beside her promising her that everything was going to be okay was doing absolutely nothing to ease her mind, no matter how hard the LAPD detective would try.
She can still hear herself crying for help into her phone and demanding an ambulance. She can still hear herself begging him to stay with her and see the red seeping through her fingers as she tries to press harder and keep him from bleeding out.
She can still see him being rolled on a gurney into the back of the EMS transport vehicle and she can still feel Sam Hanna holding her back as he told her that they'd follow in the other car.
It had been hours since she sat down in the chair closest to the OR doors, taken her engagement ring off her left hand and watched the small diamond reflect small glimmers of light. She only stops momentarily to wet the hem of her shirt and try her best to clean the blood off of it.
It had been too long, and Nell Jones was almost praying for a miracle when a doctor left the restricted area and calls G Callen's name. She can only look up from her hands and stare at the man, everything he's saying going unnoticed by her.
The scrubs he was wearing had blood on them.
She was blinking and seeing red again, and she almost drops her ring when Kensi Blye slowly helps her up from the seat, telling her that they had moved him to a private room in the ICU and that she needed to get cleaned up before they'd let her in there.
It takes her a few moments, a couple of deep breaths and a broken sob before she stands.
"He's okay?"
"Yeah Nell, he's okay. He's always okay."
When she looks anywhere but at the woman's face, all she can see is red.
It's on her clothes and it's on her hands and it's seared into her mind. And it will be until she knows it's okay. That he's actually okay.
"Nell?"
She nods, shaking as she lets Kensi guide her away from the chair, with the ring clutched firmly in her left hand.
"He's okay Nell. He's okay."
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I may be continuing this one, but it'll be marked as complete for the time being until I get up to date with both my study and my writing.
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