Title: No Requiem

P O V: Camille Voight

March 15th 2000

"Justin sweetie you have to open those gorgeous eyes Mommy is so sorry, I know I haven't been there for you"

Stroking my son's forehead I kissed his check he lay in the bed not moving it's been days since he was brought in with a seizor. He hasn't regained consciouses yet he wasn't in a coma.

My anger was boiling over big time where was Hank? This wasn't unusual when he was on a case, but he wasn't was he? I had no idea where he was, maybe he had called the house I hadn't checked. I didn't care not when my son was lying in a hospital bed clinging to life.

"Dr. Voight" Dr. Layton came inside his room I rose to meet her as she came closer. "Got the latest results of Justin's MRI scans"

"What's going on why hasn't my son woken up?"

"There's no medical reason his scans are clean, it's up to Justin now, it would be helpful to us to know how long Justin had been using before this OD, did you notice anything about his behavior lately? Any changes?"

I felt my face burn up how could I tell a fellow colleague that no I hadn't noticed if my eight year old son had been acting differently, how I had barely paid attention to him assuming he was fine because I was so focused on my work. What kind of mother did that make me? A horrible one, someone who didn't deserve a son as sweet as innocent as Justin.

Although maybe innocence wasn't the best way to think about him now, shaking my head I felt the tears fall as she squeezed my shoulder, "Don't blame yourself Camille, kids are always doing things behind our backs no matter how attentive a parent is kids are sneaky they will find a way to do what they want, we can't protect them 24/7"

Her words did little to comfort me when my child was laying hooked to heart monitors, IG tubes, Oxygen masks. Where was my husband? Nodding to her to let her know I appreciated her words even if they did nothing to help me, I smiled squeezing her hand back before heading back inside to sit with my son.

"The Ant and the Chrysalis

One day Ant was walking in a forest and came across a Chrysalis.
"Oh Chrysalis, I feel so bad for you. I can run, jump, and climb while you just sit there.

Hanging on that branch," said Ant boastfully. But inside the Chrysalis was someone special, Someone that Ant couldn't imagine.
Then the Chrysalis started to crack and out came a butterfly. The butterfly looked at the Ant, Ant looked at the butterfly. Then the butterfly flew away.
Ant looked at his toes than he looked up and saw the butterfly fluttering in the air, and realized his mistake.
From that day on Ant never ever spoke a word again."

"Justin the moral is you can't judge someone by the first impression, I know you trusted whoever gave you this, maybe you didn't understand that what they were selling you was dangerous or that it was wrong, but sweetie it was, I need you to wake up for me baby boy, I need to see those gorgeous eyes, hear that sweet laughter, I know you can do this for me"

Stroking his hair after reading a bedtime story I kissed his forehead praying he would be alright, I was so focused on Justin I didn't hear the heavy footsteps or the deep breathing till the gruff voice belonging to my husband startled me. "What happened to our son?" I should be mad he left me here without any contact to watch pray and worry over Justin, yet all I felt was relief he was back he was here now. Without even thinking about it I wrapped my arms around his shoulders letting my tears fall as he wrapped his strong arms around my smaller frame. "Oh god Hank I can't believe this is happening our baby our sweet little boy, how did this happen?"

"Camille I need you to calm down and first tell me what happened?"

"Justin ...He..Someone... It all started to crash down on me the days of worry fear, panic uncertainty pent up emotions in one furry of tears. I couldn't breathe I felt myself starting to faint. I heard his voice filled with panic as he grabbed me leading me to a chair ordering someone to grab water. Who was with him? I hadn't even noticed anyone else in the room. He was giving me instructions basic ones that as a Doctor I had given to my clients, patients hundreds of times.

Yet now when I needed them they seemed to have fled my mind, I felt him lift my feet, rub my back hold me as he placed his hand over my chest. "Breathe darling breathe it's okay I am right here now, I'm sorry I wasn't here for you for Justin"

It might have been five minutes or three hours before I was calm enough to clearly talk feeling his kisses on my face his arms wrapped around my shoulders my head resting on his chest. Which gave me comfort listening to him breathe steady, strong just like the man I fell in love with ten years ago. Slowly I filled him in on everything as he held a cup of water for me to sip. I watched his face turn from confusion to disbelieving to horror to rage only to crumble to fear, panic and pain.

"He's a fighter our boy Camille I have no doubts he'll pull through"

I wished I could be so sure. I wasn't though not when I was the one who had been the one to find him blue, with foam coming out of his mouth. Doctors said he had a seizure of the motor cortext which controls movement. He's not in a coma yet he hasn't woken up even though the drugs are out of his system.

"Where were you Hank? Why weren't you here? I tried your cell phone why didn't you call me back?"

"I didn't have it Camille, I left it by mistake at home, I'm sorry Camille I really am, I would of never left you if it wasn't important."

"What was so important that you left without a word Hank?"

"You got a text Camille right after you went up to pee"

"A text from who?" Where was my phone? Looking around it dawned on me I hadn't seen it in days, hadn't even missed it really. Hank got up going over to the door, "I know how worried you were, how you blamed yourself, I knew that if you saw this text you would've jumped in your car and raced to help this person"

"Who Hank?"

He turned the knob to let someone inside, my mouth flew agape as I stared at the very person who had put our son into a coma. Erin Queen Lindsay who entered slowly unsure if she was welcome. I was speechless verbally rendered uncommunicative. My fists however were not I wasn't even aware of what I was doing till I was up out of the chair punching her square in her face.

"Camille!" Hank bellowed out grabbing at me as Erin's body fell back crashing into the crash cart before slamming onto the cold titled floor. Her hands holding her stomach and face as she moaned low painfully good for her. She deserved it the commotion however brought in security and doctors, RN's. For which I was slightly embarrassed by knowing how precious time was as a Doctor.

"What happened Camille are you alright?" Alright was he kidding me? My son was in ICU, my husband had left our side to bring home the conniving little huslter who did this to Justin.

"No Trudy I am not I want her arrested she's the one who sold Justin the drugs!" Trudy is one of the cops who patrols the hospital on the weeks she's not on C.O duty stared between myself and Hank. "Camille there has to be a mistake" Hank pleaded with me Trudy hesitated as two of the Rn's helped her up she moaned loudly clutching her stomach. "No there's no mistake here Hank I have the proof now arrest her Trudy"

She still looked unsure as Jasmine and Destiny two of the newest Rn's helped her sit up checking her out. Blood poured from her nose, her eye was swelling already and I noticed how pale she was. Did I really hit her that hard? "Hold up Officer Platt we may have an issue" Jasmine turned to my husband "Was she in the hospital recently? "Yes she was just released today she shot herself"

My legs started trembling as I looked down at her she looked small scared alone had I really just punched a suicidal teen? "We need to have a doctor examine her before you take her anywhere Officer Platt your welcome to accompany us, if you so wish"

Trudy nodded as they got her carefully into a bed, she placed the cuffs on her. Reading her the rights which I'm sure she knew by heart. Hank stood by me fists clenched "Why did you do that Camille? I was just getting her to trust me! Now she'll never trust me again! "

"Who cares about her Hank our son is in the ICU he may never wake up! She's a criminal a self destructive child abusing whore she'll fit in perfectly in jail and that's where she's going so get any grand elisions out of your head of saving her, she's beyond saving!"

"Mom?"

"Not now Justin I'm arguing with your...Justin!"