Hank walked quietly to his daughter's room, he felt numb. He could remember Marcel's words.
"We should talk," Marcel said.
"No. Doc please. She's not.."
"No but we should talk"
Hank was dumb nor stupid, whenever doctors just want to talk about a loved one. It's hardly ever good news. He learned that with his son. He followed Marcel to the lounge. The dark-haired doctor closed the door.
"Just give it to me Doc, is Jordan alright?" Hank couldn't help himself.
"Jordan is out of surgery, when she was shot the bullet nicked an artery. There was a lot of heavy internal bleeding. It took a while for us to control but we managed to get it under control" He paused to take a moment. "During the surgery she had lost a lot of blood and..it caused her to flatline"
Hank felt his heart stop completely. His blood ran cold. No. His daughter flatlined? If that was the case she'd be…dead. But Marcel had said she wasn't.
"If..if she flatlined that..that means.."
"We kept shocking her to get her back. Jordan did come back. But because of how long she was down. The brain was deprived of oxygen for a few minutes, after doing some neurological tests. It's confirmed Jordan is in a coma"
Before Hank knew it he was outside his daughter's room he quietly had gone on going to his daughter's side. He had immediately taken her hand into his and used his other hand and brushed the few strands of hair from her face.
God he hoped that this wasn't history repeating itself. First his son was jumped and shot in the back of the head and taken off life support. Now it was his little girl. Would his pain never cease? Would it never stop? He knew that his daughter was the only thing keeping him together at this point. Without her, he'd completely go off the rails.
The older man leaned over and kissed her head, his teary brown eyes went to the big tube they had put in her mouth to help her breath. He then leaned his forehead against hers and let out a soft sob.
"You'll be ok. I know you will. You're strong, brave. You'll wake up. I know you can" He says softly, trying to hide the sobs.
What Hank wouldn't do to hear his daughter's voice telling him, she would be alright. Saying anything to reassure him she'd be alright. But instead of her sweet voice he heard the machines beeping. The only sounds coming from the room were the machines, Jordan's soft breathing, and now Hank's sobs
Meanwhile
Over at the 21st all of intelligence had been working round the clock trying to clear Hank's name. They all knew Hank could never lay not so much as a finger on Jordan. How could anyone even begin to think he'd want her dead?
The team worked every angle they could trying to find out how Hank was set up and who had actually attempted to kill Jordan. Trudy was coming up and she was in a sour mood, behind her was Brennan.
"What can we do for you?" Antonio asked, getting up from his desk.
"From this moment going forward, Intelligence is to not pursue this case involving Sergeant Voight and Jordan"