"They're letting me take Arthur home" Harry told Nikki as he sat by her bedside, running one hand over her hair as he spoke, his other hand gripping her other one being careful of the drips as he did so. "They said it might do him, as well as me, some good not being in a hospital. He's still not feeding Nikki, they said he may relax more if he's not in a hospital. It's amazing what babies can pick up on, especially at only Arthur's age" he brought Nikki's hand to his mouth and kissed it gently "I love you so much, you better not leave me" he croaked and he looked up as the door opened and Dr Rose walked in.

"We just have to take little Arthur to check him over one last time, some small tests" he told Harry who frowned in concern "Nothing to worry about" the younger doctor added kindly "We do it to all babies who are leaving the hospital. Can I?" he motioned to the baby who was in his cot sucking on the top of his mitten, his deep brown eyes staring up at the ceiling above him.

"Of course" Harry nodded "How long will you take?"

"It won't take long. We'll have this handsome little one back to you in no time, then you can take him home" Dr Rose replied as he grinned down at Arthur "He's gorgeous, you must be very proud"

"I am" Harry grinned "He takes after his mummy though, especially his eyes"

"We won't be long" Dr Rose repeated as he carefully wheeled the cot out of the room. Harry suddenly felt very lost without his son there.

Ten minutes later and Harry jumped when he heard a loud bang from somewhere down the corridor, it was then followed by four consecutive bangs and Harry realised what they were when he heard screams. Gunshots. He dropped Nikki's hand to the bed and rushed to the door before opening it slightly and peering out into the hallway, he then closed the door behind him and ran down the corridor just in time to see the lift at the end closing with someone in it. He ignored this and rushed into the room where the noise had come from to see a bloodbath. There was blood coating the walls and floor, two people, one male and one female were quiet obviously dead, there was a young man in a white coat laying on his front near the door and two women by the window who had been shot. Just as he was about to go and help them there was shouting from behind him and he was led away by another doctor.

"Sir could you please stand back?"

"I'm a doctor, a pathologist, I can help" Harry told them weakly and glanced down the long corridor to Nikki's room then back again.

"You can help those two" the doctor told him sadly and motioned to the two deceased.

Harry nodded absentmindedly and turned away before walking back down the corridor slightly before frowning and turning back again and watching as the doctor's worked on the young man in doorway. They carefully rolled him onto his back and Harry felt like vomiting when he saw who it was.

"It's Johnny" one of the doctor's who was with him called out as he pressed a large wad of bandages to the two wounds in the doctor's stomach. The man who was slightly conscious gave out a small moan and blood seeped from the side of his mouth.

"Sir can you step back?" a doctor behind Harry asked as he gently helped the pathologist down the corridor. Harry tried to protest and shook his head.

"My son" he told the older doctor who frowned and stopped walking "That's Dr Rose, he had my son"

"How old is your son sir?"

"Two days old" Harry whispered and gripped the other doctor's arms and shook his head "Where's my son?" he then rushed back up the corridor and tried to get into the room but was blocked by a man who looked around his age.

"Sir you can't go in there"

"But my son was..."

"Sir.."

"Dr Harry Cunningham" Harry replied weakly as he ran one shaking hand through his face "Pathologist. Now where's my little boy?"

"Jeff" the older doctor from earlier called out as Dr Rose was wheeled out of the room and past Harry who felt sick again. The two women with gunshot wounds followed and Harry felt like crying. Another older man stepped out of the room covered in blood "A young baby boy, two days old. Is he in there?" Harry could hear a note of urgency in the doctor's voice.

The older doctor walked into the room as Harry was held back again, his throat constricted as he forced himself not to vomit. Fear made his heart pump faster and he had to grip the wall for support as the doctor walked back out and shook his head. Harry leant over and vomited all over the floor.

"Dr Cunningham come with me" the older doctor said kindly "My name's Raymond Taylor, come into my office"

"No" Harry shook his head as he straightened up and wiped his mouth "I need to find my son"

"Please come into my office" Dr Taylor told Harry firmly and grabbed his arm before leading him into a room just down the corridor near Nikki's. Harry felt himself shaking violently as he sat down on the sofa in the office. "Is there someone you can call?"

Harry nodded and reached into his pocket, bringing out his mobile and shakily pressing the speed dial number for Leo's desk phone. It kept on ringing until it went to answer machine and Harry swore violently and cut it off.

"You need a pathologist" he stated absentmindedly to Dr Taylor who nodded "and police"

"We've called them" Dr Taylor responded "They're on their way"

"What about Arthur, my son?" Harry asked quietly and tried Leo's desk again but to no avail. "I can't lose him as well" he broke down and cried into his hands, his sobs echoing around the office. The door opened and another doctor poked his head in.

"Dr Taylor can you come here for a few minutes please?" he asked and the older doctor nodded and glanced at Harry before walking out of the room. He was then directed to look into the room and his heart sunk as he spotted the baby cot hidden behind the table, it was empty apart from a small teddy and the blood splattered around the outside and inside.


Told you it would get angstier! :D

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