Post Episode THEY ALL FALL DOWN. I do not know about you but when I first saw the ending a few weeks ago my heart sank! There also have been some rumors going around so I think I will indulge you a little bit in this story. Hope you enjoy it.
His heart was beating out of his chest, or was it even beating at all. What the hell was happening? His co-workers, his friends, his family were all on the ground in front of him; none of them stirred, nor did any of them look at him and say hey like they usually did. A horrific sight which he could not manage to comprehend.
Walter Simmons, his friend, lay closest to him. He tore towards him, checking for pulses and signs of breathing. He was alive. He took a moment, he could hear everyone breathing, everyone except for the one person who he could identify just by one singular breath…he could not hear Calleigh.
"Calleigh." He whispered quietly, a simple wave of shock ran through syllable as he said it.
He mentally did not know where she was, but his heart, well his heart knew just about everything when it came to his love, Calleigh Duquesne. He found his legs not in a run but a sprint; his heart was telling them to stop because it could be the last time he held her in his arms. His legs were finally forced to gain speed, running towards the ballistics lab.
Eric stopped for a millisecond allowing a pained breath to enter his lungs when he first saw her in the middle of the firing range. "CALLEIGH!" He shouted three times. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." He repeated while sliding to the ground beside her. Eric noticed that no air was escaping from her small body. "Breathe, breath. BREATHE!" He begged, each time he said it, it sounded more urgent. "Can you hear me?" He prayed that she could. "Calleigh, listen, please." Desperation filled Eric's voice. He ran his hands over her chest and neck trying to find signs of heart palpitations, she had none. She had no pulse, she was virtually dead on the cold floor. "SOMEBODY? HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" Eric screamed on the top of his lungs. He proceeded to give her CPR, which appeared to be fruitless. Eric cradled her in his arms, a copious amount of tears fell from his eyes.
"Please do not leave me baby. Please Calleigh come back to me." He pleaded for her life. "Cal I need you."
The world started to become hazy around him, most likely from the toxin that had infiltrated his beloved's lungs. Eric fought off the impeding darkness, he fought to stay with her, he fought for her life.
"Hey remember how you told me that I needed to cook you dinner more often because it's not just a women's job? Well I will start doing that. An-an-and I'm sorry for everything I've done that's ever hurt you, or made you uncomfortable, you seem to fix those things that make me up. Cal I love you and you know that just please do not leave me." He begged. Just then Tripp had entered the room, cloth covering his nose and mouth. Tripp tried to pick Calleigh up but Eric was persistent, he carried her out hoping to feel her chest expand or see her eyes flutter open.
The main level of the crime lab was filled with bio-hazard workers and paramedics, all working for towards the same goal, save lives. Eric held Calleigh tight, something about her felt different, and it was not the fact that she did not have a pulse. An open stretcher caught Eric's eye. He set Calleigh upon it and called for help.
"How long has she been like this?" A medic asked.
To Eric it seemed like a lifetime when in actuality he had only found her about 2 to 3 minutes earlier. "Um, I'd estimate four to six minutes top." He rambled.
"Okay well we'll get her loaded but you need to get checked out."
"No I'm not leaving her, I can't."
"I understand that but it will not do her any good if you are injured."
"I don't think you heard me clearly the first time, but I will not leave her!"
The ambulance was overly crowded, but Eric would not budge from where he was seated, right beside Calleigh.
"I have a pulse, it's weak but it's something." One of them said.
"Her air way is constricted, I think her trachea is swollen shut." another replied.
"So a cricothyrotomy is her only chance?"
"One of the very few, but we can't perform it, we need a doctor."
Eric couldn't understand a single word that came out of either of their mouths, each word blended with another creating a snowball effect. His eyes were trained on Calleigh, her skin had turned to a light shade of bluish-purple. Air still refused to enter her body. Then the shrilling sound of the heart moniter began again. Her heart stopped, they tried to get it started again but they couldn't seem too…..
TBC….
Tell me what you think, I will address some of the nagging rumors in the next chapter. And I would also like to know what you thought about the last scene. Saw it like three weeks ago and my heart dropped into my stomach, watched it again last night and it was still the same affect, I mean holy shit. I'll try to get some spoilers but I won't know whose leaving until July when they get the scripts, and then I still can't tell you because I'll be in trouble.
