A/N: This is the last chapter in The Unknown and The Unwanted series. Thank you guys so much for joining in on my first fan fiction! I really appreciate all the love and kindness you've shown me in the past couple of days. I have a few more ideas for new stories- I may even work on more than one at a time. As usual, if you have any suggestions- no matter how stupid you think they are- please send them my way and I will do my best to put your ideas into stories. :)
-LK 3
He awoke with blurry vision. He squinted- slowly moving his head to look around the small hospital room he had been placed in after surgery. Am I dead? He thought. Is this what the afterlife is like?
Shaun continued to scan the room with his eyes until, finally, they met with those of Dr. Glassman. He seemed worried- very worried. He ran into the room, never letting his eyes leave Shaun's baby blue ones. His hands moved to his face, frantically wiping away what must have been tears that Shaun was too dazed to see.
Shaun tried to sit up in the bed as Glassman reached it- but the strain seemed to be too much for him. A searing pain shot through his body and he fell back onto the rough pillow, giving up and simply clasping his hands over his abdomen.
"Don't move too fast. You just got out of surgery." Dr. Glassman sighed, sitting down on the plastic chair next to the bed.
"What happened?" Shaun's memory was still a little fuzzy. It all happened in such a blur that all he could remember was a lot of screaming and blood.
"There was a shooter in the hospital." Glassman replied, almost whispering. "The police are still investigating the crime but all that matters is that you're safe. Claire told me what happened. You were shot- luckily on the right side of your chest so the bullet didn't puncture your heart." Dr. Glassman cringed- as if reliving the story although he was not there to see it. Shaun seemed unfazed by it, his memory slowly coming back.
He remembered two gunshots going off- one hitting him and the other: the man who had brought the gun into the hospital in the first place. He remembered being lead out on a gurney, and glancing back to see the man- covered in blood and unresponsive.
He remembered being tired. Just about as tired as he was at the moment. His body started to drift off as Dr. Glassman continued to talk. The last thing he remembered, before falling back asleep, was Claire: Staring through the window in the hallway outside of his hospital room- her eyes filled with tears, remembering the horrific events that took place earlier that day.
It was not a normal day at San Jose Bonaventure Hospital. The rain smelled of blood.