A hospital was like a library. Each wing, floor and even every room had another kind of story. Most of these stories ended well. But a lot of stories didn't, however. Sometimes books just closed on their own. Stories can end abruptly. And they can leave you incomplete. Dissatisfied. They can make you feel angry and cold, inside. Lost. Abandoned by hope. Sometimes great tales stay unfinished. Because, a story can die.
Just like those unfortunate people here in the hospital. Besides, all the effort. All that work! All that praying… No one could understand those abrupt endings. Even when the all knew that person was going to die.
Why he? Why she? Why them? They were good persons!
No one could answer those questions, really. It was just that one thing we all had in comment. We came here on this world as a newborn child, and as we grow older we learn that we going to leave this place again, if the time comes. Everyone knows that. But when that time comes? No one knows…
Only God knows our plot of the story.
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And this little chapter in Peter's and Neal's life was a rough one. But it sure had some kind of happy ending after all.
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Diana and Jones entered the second floor from the hospital. Both looked spooked and flushed from the adrenaline that rushed through their veins. After the accident those agents grew closer than ever. They had spent so much time together at work and at home because neither of them wanted to be alone after Neal's dead and Peter's bad shape.
And here they were.
On their way to meet up with Elizabeth, so they all could see Neal Caffrey again. Well. Mostly all.
Both Peter and Neal weren't able to see each other yet. But that will be a matter of time.
They had taken the stairs for a good reason. Some of that burning energy had to go. Although, four stairs weren't enough to feel more relieved. But it was nice to pant a little of that steam out of their tense longs.
"Here it is: room 246," Diana said as they walked by Peter's room. Jones gave a nod but hesitated to knock at the closed door. They heard Elizabeth talk on the other site of the door. Her voice was strained and high-pitched. So, she must be crying. That was why Diana knocked, instead of Jones and rolled her eyes at the agent.
"Yes, come in," Elizabeth replied fast, and opened the door herself.
And sure. This was an awkward moment for both agents. But El made all that float away when she spread her arms around those two and hugged them strongly.
"Oh my God. You two. I am glad you are here. Come inside. Peter is still awake. He insisted to stay awake until he was completely sure Neal is still alive." El smiled.
"Oh, did Hughes call ahead? Of course he did," Jones said confusingly and walked inside. Actually a little relieved. Diana was on his heels and as soon as they saw Peter blinking up at them, they grew quiet.
Despite all what was happening, they had forgotten about how bad Peter was looking. He still looked very weak and unstable. His heart rate was still jumping up and down and his legs were of course still very broken and dangling in a brace. But he was awake. And semi-sitting.
"Hello agents. Glad to see you! It's been too long," Peter said. Hi voice sounded a little off, but that was okay. He got a small hug from Diana and a manly pat on his shoulder from Jones. "Good to see you too, boss," Diana replied sweetly. "How are things at the bureau?"
Jones chuckled at that. "Too quiet." There was some laughter and chitchat but finally Elizabeth intervened.
"So, what's the news about Neal? How did they find him? Why has it taken so long? And where is he now?" Diana blinked up at Elizabeth and her smile faded.
"He wasn't found exactly. Neal was brought in by some homeless guy, a couple of days ago. Neal was unable to tell his name and his face was badly injured, so no one could identify who he was."
"Oh my God. How is he now?" El asked. Her eyes were big and glazed over by shock. Her hand covered her mouth. Peter swore softly as he closed his eyes. The back of his head dropped on his pillow. "H-he… smiled down at me… w-was the last thing I remember," he slurred weakly. "His hands were his eyes and I couldn't say where I was…" He opened his eyes and Jones was the one that bowed over him. "Peter?" he asked. El was standing at the other site of the bed telling the younger agent that her husband had a strong effect on the drugs they gave him.
"All that blood… He was so messed up… but he was blind and he managed to find me though the ruble," Peter raved on. He sounded drunk but his gaze was stern. Sad. Earnest. As he shook his head Jones gave him another pat on the shoulder and looked at his wife.
"He remembers?" Jones asked quietly.
El nodded. Diana gave a compassionate sigh and laid a hand on Peter's plastered ankle.
There was a long silence. Peter fell asleep after he rambled on about how bad he wanted to safe Neal, but couldn't.
And that was when Mozzie and June came in.
El, Jones and Diana looked surprised at them.
"Hi, everyone. I heard you were here already," June asked sweetly. Her voice was soft because she didn't want to wake Mr. Burke. Mozzie shuffled a little uneasy from seeing the room filled with feds. But he didn't want to back away from them, anymore. But looking in their eyes was still a big step.
"June? Mozzie? What are you doing here? Oh my Gosh, I should've called you two. But you two are here! Who called you about this? Reese did?" Elizabeth asked in total confusion. But June chuckled an pushed the bald guy in forward.
"No one called me. And the reason we found our young con is because of this brave man. He found him on his own."
"You found him?" Diana yelped in shock. Jones pulled his hands out of his pockets.
"Alright, buddy! Way to go, Mozz!" he laughed and gave him a strong but friendly slap on his shoulder. Mozzie blinked ones but finally managed a big smile. He earned it. All this warmth.
"So Neal is here in the hospital all along?"
"Only three days, but yeah. Room 304. But we weren't allowed to talk to him, yet. He doesn't know us. And his personal nurse said he doesn't handle strangers very well." Jones and Diana snorted at that.
"He has a personal nurse, kinda figures."
Mozzie was not amused.
"Well, he IS blind, after all. Weren't you all informed on his full status? He isn't himself. He can't trust anyone. He can't see. So therefore he needs a personal nurse to keep him from panicking out."
June cleared her throat in order to ease up the atmosphere. Her hand fell on Mozzie's shoulder as she looked at everyone. I overheard the doctor. He would be here any second now. To talk about Neal's full status. They had promised that if Neal wakes up after his fever-induced nap, one person may go inside as the nurse helps him to eat his dinner."
So they waited.
In the meantime Peter woke up again, but wasn't able to talk straight, anymore. This had been a unnerving day, after all.
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AN: Here we are, again. Resurrected from the dead. LOL! This was the missing piece I couldn't translate when I was sick. I hope you like it!
I love writing for you guy's! So Stay tunned. There will be another chapter popping up, this weekend:)
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Josie