Kendall's P.O.V.
No words could ever describe how hard it is to see your wife get stabbed and pull her unconscious body from a pool. No words could ever express how angry I am. Or how sad I am. No one was saying it, but we all knew it. Juliet was dead, her body fell limp around me. Putting her in an ambulance expecting her to magically be okay, was a joke. A joke that pissed me off. If I didn't have Logan to take care of, and make sure he was taken care of, I would have grabbed Austin and emptied my magazine into his skull. But his screams and cries led me to believe that with Juliet dead, Logan was just as messed up about it as I was. And maybe it was worse. Because he was here with her, while they beat her, and God knows what else. What did they do to him? He seemed to be able to walk, since he had to take me to the ambulance with him. He had some cuts on his face, his lips was bleeding and so was his nose. His wrists had rope marks around them and once inside the ambulance, with him getting checked out by the paramedic while they drove us quickly to the hospital, probably behind Juliet's, I saw how hurt he wasn't. He was sitting up and complained about his stomach being hit a few times, but other than that…he was fine. I sat back, cold and wet a little pissed off at him. Not like I would ever tell him, but I thought it was pretty fucked up he got to walk away from that crime scene, while my wife was wheeled away, dead.
Yes, I honestly believed she was dead. She was beaten closed to it from what I could tell and then had a knife shoved into her chest. No one could survive that. But instead of being happy Shawn was dead, and Austin in custody, I regretted not pulling the trigger as soon as I saw him holding my wife up. For the rest of my miserable life I was going to remind myself it was my fault, and my fault only that she died. I should have been better and faster. I should have never let her be taken in the first place. All my fault. "Kendall?" I raised my head, not remembering when I let it fall to my chest and looked up to see Logan giving me a concerned look. He bit his bottom lip, looking down and shook his head. "They want me to get checked out by a doctor…can you come with me?" I nodded once standing up, realizing we were at the hospital. I got out, carefully helping Logan down next to me. I wrapped around his shoulders and walked us into the hospital ignoring the looks of the people around me. The only one I cared to see was Carlos. He was standing with the two paramedics who took Juliet from me and my anger felt like it was rising. When we got to them Carlos gave Logan a small smile and put a hand on his shoulder.
"They have a room set up for you. You aren't allowed to leave until you get the okay from a doctor. Who isn't you." Logan looked down, but I continued looking at Carlos who then turned to me, smile gone. "Juliet was in shock on the ride over here but had a pulse." I let Logan go and quickly turned to walk back out side. "Kendall it's my fault." I paused looking out the huge double doors looking out to the ambulance drop off. "When we went into the meth house 12 years ago, I pulled the trigger, killing Mathew, their dad. He had his gun raised to you, I did what I had to do." I put my hands on my hips turning slowly and saw Carlos looking at me, near tears. Logan had a hand on his shoulder but was looking at me. "I was there…but they never came after me. Do you know why?"
"Carlos I…"
"Because I forgot to do my paperwork, remember? You filled all yours out and let me just sign off on it. But I didn't sign off saying I was there. I was your superior officer then, so I didn't have too." My mouth parted slightly, and he took a step towards me. "Because I was the superior officer than I got all the paper work first. I saw that these people had two other children. A 22-year-old and a five-year-old boy. All I could think was how much better off that little girl would have been with James and Logan and not them. I destroyed the records of the older brother, who would have been the rightful guardian." I saw Logan's hand drop from Carlos's shoulder and my anger reached its boiling point. "I saw how happy James and Logan were when they were told they could adopt that little girl. All I knew was I couldn't let my friends be hurt by that and I wasn't going to let two meth heads 22-year-old kid raise a little girl like that. I…" I walked forward quick and grabbed Carlos by the scruff of his shirt and viciously shoved him against the wall behind him.
"My wife is dead because of your stupid fucking mistake!" I was pushed back quick and Logan got between us, helping Carlos stand up straight. "You were not the person who should have made that call! That wasn't your job and now my wife is dead, and Logan is beaten because you wanted to make your friends happy!" Carlos bent over, putting his hands on his knees and coughing out. "Get the fuck out of here Carlos! I don't want to see you again!" I spun fast, shoving past two male nurses who looked like the ones who pushed me off Carlos. A few people tried to stop me from walking, but I continued to shove past them and walk further into the hospital.
As I walked, I suddenly had the urge to see Juliet, even if she was dead, and calmly asked a nurse where she was. She gave me a worried look, but led me down a few halls, until she stopped me in front of a double door, and told me not to go in. I looked in through the glass cut outs and swallowed hard seeing several people huddled over a table. I assumed my wife was lying on it. Not like it mattered. I knew she was dead. If not dead, she was going to die. No one would be able to survive those wounds.
I sat down in the hallway on the floor. I was against a wall opposite the swinging doors and raised my legs, putting my outstretched arms on them. I just stared up at the doors, not knowing what else to do. I wanted to call James and tell him Logan was okay. I wanted to call Max and tell him I was sorry I let his mother die. But I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything except sit completely still against the wall and wait. I knew I had tears coming out of my eyes but didn't do a damn thing to stop them. I know every single person who walked past me was giving me an odd look, but no one said anything. I could have sworn I heard Logan's voice from around the corner of the wall I was sitting against but remained still, looking up at those doors. No one came out of them, or went in them for 20, maybe 30 minutes. And if Logan hadn't sat next to me and forced my right arm up I would have fallen asleep looking at the doors. I didn't necessarily feel tired, but with no reason to do anything without Juliet, sleep was the next best thing.
But Logan did sit next to me. And he forced my arm up so he could snuggle into my body. I let him because in the corner of my eye I saw a white bandage on his nose, just like the one I had. It was easy to forget that he was there with Juliet too. Because she was dead, and he wasn't. Again, I would never tell Logan I was upset he wasn't dead or as hurt as he should have been, but it's what I felt. "James is on his way over." I put my head back on the wall behind me and closed my eyes letting him lock one of his hands with my hand that he wrapped around him. "I asked him to leave the kids at the house. He said Max put up a fight but they all stayed. And Carlos had one of your uniformed officers stay with them, just in-case…"
"He fucks up again and destroys another person's life." Logan sighed under me and I chuckled opening my eyes seeing a doctor walk past us giving us an odd look. "Smart to not let the kids come here. I don't know how I'm going to tell Max his mother is dead."
"God damnit Kendall." Logan shoved at me hard and I turned to him frowning. "They had me locked in a bathroom, tied to a pipe for hours while I heard her scream and beg for them to stop. Do you know what they did to me?" I shook my head softly and he pointed to his face. "They hit me a couple times. They kicked me and threw me around. But the worst thing they did was force me to listen. Leaving me close enough to hear her scream, but far enough away so I couldn't do anything to stop it. I sat in that disgusting bathroom and prayed and waited for it to end. For them to come to me and get it over with. Because the real torture was waiting to be killed. It was waiting to hear that final gun shot or watch her get stabbed." He gasped out looking over to the swinging doors and shook his head. "I can't imagine what it's like to watch the love of your life be hurt like that. But I know feeling hopeless, and thinking she's going to die, doesn't help." He sat back against the wall and wiped at the few tears that fell out of his eyes. "Shawn and Austin did what they did because in their eyes it was justice. But it didn't change what happened. Just like you acting like an asshole to your best friend, and thinking the worse, isn't going to change what happened." He huffed out pulling his legs up to his chest and glanced over to me, completely blank. "And if you don't change your fucking attitude I'm going to leave you all alone and let you be a miserable prick by yourself." He turned back to the door and I slowly lowered my legs, so they were sticking straight out in front of me and looked up to the doors. I folded my hands in my lap and ran my tongue over my lips, suddenly feeling parched. What if she did survive?
"I'm sorry." I said it quietly and for a second, I didn't think he heard me. But he raised my arm again, dove in underneath and put his head on my chest wrapping his arms around my stomach and back sighing out hard. I gently put my arm around his back and raised my other one locking my fingers together, to keep him very close to me. I set my chin on the top of his messy hair and looked up at the door.
We sat like that for several minutes. I lost track of time. But I knew, at least I hoped, the longer it was taking them, maybe was for the best. I wanted to ask Logan if he could find out what was going on, just as a large body stood in front of us blocking my view from the door completely. I looked up and gave a half, corner of the mouth smile, seeing James. "James." Logan pushed away from me fast and jumped up. He lunged into James who wrapped around his back quick and lifted him off the ground. I smirked looking away from them and raised one leg, resting my elbow on it. I put my palm on my forehead and yawned quietly. "How are the kids?"
"Fine. Robbie came by. Him and Max are teaching Sammy how to throw a punch. Emily said her, and Jessie are giving each other manicures and pedicures. None of them think anything is seriously wrong." I closed my eyes wanting to reach in my jeans and call my son but didn't move. "You want to sit in a real chair dude?" The bottom of my left foot was kicked gently making me look up to my best friends. Before I could answer him, Logan sat back down quick, and looked up at James. He took my free hand in his and smiled small.
"I don't think you could convince him to move even if you tried." James laughed and quickly unzipped his jacket, and walked to my other side, gently pushing a chair to the side and slid down on the floor next to me. "Dr. Smith is in there with her. With a handful of nurses and another surgeon…I think it said Lewis?"
"Both great doctors. Lewis was a medic in the Marines, so he knows a thing or two." I looked back up to the door and shook my head softly, letting Logan's hand go.
"What will they do?"
"Well…where was she stabbed?"
"Center of her chest. Above her breasts. Almost right in the middle of her chest actually." I glanced to James who nodded looking at the door before turning to me. "She was bleeding heavily. And went into shock." James smiled small at Logan and nodded, looking back at me.
"Well…he's gonna clean around it. Make sure the area is clean, so she doesn't get it infected." I nodded and pulled my other leg up to my chest, letting Logan lay his head on my arm, yawning quietly. "Logan told me the knife was pretty big. And long. Which means he'll have to either suture some veins, and might even need to replace some tubes. Once that is done, depending on how big the wound he'll stich her up and give her serious amounts of pain medicine."
"You do know your stuff don't you doctor?" We all turned, and I stood up fast seeing a doctor in front of us, scrubs on, with a mask over his face and something covering his head. "I have some great news for you Mr. Knight." I felt a hard breath leave my body and he took off both gloves on his hands. "As James explained, I had to close up two veins that were cut ever so slightly. The knife went deep but didn't do a whole lot of damage. I think the biggest concern we have right now is an infection. The pool water was probably not very clean, but we sterilized the area very well." I nodded slowly as he gently patted my shoulder and gave me a small smile. "She's strong. She lost some blood, and her heartrate is very low, so were have her attached to an oxygen tank to help her breathing. But she is going to be fine."
"Thank you. So much…you have no idea how grateful I am."
"Mr. Knight…like I said. Your wife is very strong. She did a lot of the work. I just stitched her chest up." I smiled and nodded again. "Give us about an hour to get her up in a room and when she is all set, we will have a nurse come get you." I quickly put my hand out to him and let him shake it before he turned and walked back into the operating room. Before I could say or do anything I was shoved into hard by Logan who sobbed out quietly on my chest. I set a hand on his head and my other on his back looking at James who was smiling small.
"You got one tough chick dude." I chuckled rubbing Logan's back as he reached out and smacked James who laughed moving away quick.
"I told you she was going to be fine, you big, giant idiot." I laughed wrapping around him tight and breathed out hard.
"Thanks for being there for me Logan. And I am so sorry for what happened to you. That I wasn't able to stop it." He shook his head on my chest and I watched with a heavy heart as my wife was wheeled out of the operating room, a blanket pulled up over her body, a mask over her nose and mouth and an IV attached to her right arm. She was sound asleep, and her eyes didn't look as swollen as when I first saw them. And when she was pushed into an elevator, the nurses and doctors getting in with her, I let Logan go and reached for my phone in my jeans. "So…who do I call first?" Logan glanced up to me, wiping his face and frowned. "Carlos or Max?"