"Last Resort" tag based on "Pardon Me" by Staind. I own nothing.

I'm One Step
From A Breakdown
Two Steps From
Being Safe
Just Try To
See This Through
I'm Three Steps
From This Nightmare
And Four Steps
From The Door
The Rest Is
Up To You

He looked at her lifeless body, lying there on the floor, mere feet from where the SWAT team had blown a hole in the wall. He wondered how many seconds late they'd been. He reached down to pick her body up, expecting, somehow, for it to already be cold. He was utterly suprised and confused when he felt her warmth through her sweater. He rolled her over and looked deep into her eyes.

"Why are you still alive?"

"He didn't make me take it."

Pardon Me While I
Just Turn My Back
And Walk Away
Pardon Me If I
Can't Listen
To The Things
You Say
Pardon Me If I
Can't Fake It
While You Still Believe
Pardon Me

He just walked away. If a picture was worth a thousand words, then a thousand pictures couldn't describe all he was feeling at that moment. He was confused. That in and of itself confused him even more. He walked into Cuddy's office and made trite conversation. She gushed, however veiled it may have been, about having feelings for him. He'd known that for forever. It wasn't her he was interested in. He'd just walked away from the woman he really wanted to be with. No, girl. Compared to him, she was just a girl. Too young. She was too young. And too complicated. Both of which were things he loved about her. And the very things which kept him from her.

I'm One Step
From Forgiveness
And Two Steps
From My Grave
We're All Just
Passing Through
Three Steps
From Redemption
Four From The
Devil's Door
On A Path
That Leads To You

Why was she such a damn martyr? If she'd just left when she'd had the chance, he would've shot the kid and she'd've been out of there. He wouldn't've had to worry about keeping her alive and solving the puzzle. The kid would've been fine. Cuddy would've comped all his medical bills. But she had to come back. She had to be so damn dismissive about her own life. Now who knew what all those drugs had done to her already fragile body. Who knew how many months or years she'd shaved off her already short life span.

Pardon Me While I
Just Turn My Back
And Walk Away
Pardon Me If I
Can't Listen
To The Things
You Say
Pardon Me If I
Can't Fake This
While You Still Believe
Pardon Me

Why couldn't she have some sense of self-preservation? And why couldn't she see what was happening right before her eyes: he was falling for her. Hard. And the more he got to know her, the more he fell.

I'm Two Steps
From Salvation
But I'm Only
Taking One
Pardon Me

Even more, why couldn't he ever dare show her?