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Title: In A Heartbeat
Pairing: SahiraxHanssen/GregxSahira
Summary: Hanssen is gravely injured following a confrontation with a patient's family member, leaving Sahira devastated in a mix of emotions.
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Proloug-It All Stops
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"I need assisstance!" Sahira Shah shouted, applying pressure to the gunshot wound in her colleague's chest. She looked back down into the scared, dulling brown eyes of Henrik Hanssen. "Henrik, stay with me. A trolley and an emergency kit now! Stay with me!"
"Sahira," he sputtered, blood spurting from his mouth. "Sahira."
"Don't talk, you'll be fine!" But it sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself more than Hanssen.
"Sahira."
Hanssen couldn't hear her. That's why he kept calling out her name. He couldn't hear anything, actually. But he just wanted to hear Sahira's voice. He knew the precise location of the bullet and was afraid he was going to die. Greg, Michael, and Elliot, along with a few other doctors and nurses, lifted Hanssen up and on to the trolley. They started wheeling him away when Greg held back, gently pushing/guiding a panicked, blood-soaked Sahira into a chair.
"But-" she started.
"Stay here," Greg said. "I promise you we'll fix him and make sure everything goes peachy."
Without waiting for a reply, he followed the others.
Sahira had no idea how long she'd sat there, staring at the pool of blood being mopped up by the janitor. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? She didn't care. Any amount of time without knowing Hanssen's condition was bad, that's all she knew. Eventually, though, Michael came and sat in the chair beside her.
"It was successful," he said after a few minutes of them waiting for the other to speak first. "Somehow he survived. But before we put him under he kept saying, 'Sahira, where's Sahira?' as though he wanted you there. It almost pained me to operate without you."
"He's OK?" Sahira asked, making sure. "And wanted me?"
"Yep. He's in ICU if you want to see him. He's still unconscious though." Sahira nodded, hugged Michael, and left.
-ICU-
It pained Sahira to see Hanssen hooked up to all those machines. She knew it was for the best but she couldn't help but tear up and sob silently to herself as she watched him struggle to live. Thinking back to what had happened-it'd been a few hours from what Greg had told her a few minutes ago-she wondered how a normal dreadful news-confirmng had gone so wrong.
A fire stirred in her heart.
Vengence.
She wanted that man to pay for hurting Henrik Hanssen-HER Henrik Hanssen no less.
-Security Holding-
"Where is he?" The security guard looked at the enraged Sahira standing in front of him.
"Dr. Shah," he said, attempting to restain her. "Dr. Shah, listen-"
"HE SHOT HENRIK!" Sahira screamed. "HE SHOT HENRIK IN THE HEART! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!"
She lunged at Hassen's now-defenseless attacker when something, or someone, grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the ground.
"Sahira, no!" Greg shouted, trying to restrain the squirming surgeon as the police led the attempted-murderer quickly out of the building. "His blood being spilt won't make things right over Hanssen! Stop!"
Sahira's fierce growls eventually turned into hard sobs as she stopped squirming. Greg sat both himself and her up and craddeled her against his chest, gently rocking back and forth to soothe her.