TITLE: DAYS Fairy Tale: Eric & Greta: Chapters 121-125
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hferguso@niu.edu
WEBSITE: http://eric_greta.tripod.com (from when Jensen was on days)
Rating: If you can watch DAYS, you can read this. If there is a rating change, a link to the chap. will be provided.
Disclaimer: Days of Our Lives and all of their characters are property of Corday Productions and NBC.
My Rant: Okay, I'm finally putting this up on FanFiction.net. Mostly to free up my website space. This was started way back in Oct. of 1999, and I haven't decided if it's finished yet or not. Reviews are always welcome!
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Chapter 121
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The ball continued, as well as the dancing, soon the couple met back up, and started another dance. Once over they continued greeting the guests, which then started with a third dance when that was done.
"What's wrong?" Eric asked her, as they were dancing.
"Huh? What?" She asked turning to look up at him.
"Exactly, where are you?"
"No where, nothing's wrong." She said, and smiled.
"No, don't lie to me, something is bothering you, what is it?"
She took a deep breath and then let it out, "Something Stephano said, nothing important."
A look of anger washed through his eyes, "What did he say to you?"
"He warned me."
"He threatened you?" His shoulders tensing, and he started looking around the room for Stephano.
"No, no, Eric..." She said trying to get his attention. "No, he said he thought something bad was going to happen tonight, and told me to keep my eyes open. I thought he was just trying to get to me, at least I thought that, but now that I think about it..."
"What?" He prompted.
"Lexi said that he had been telling her the same thing all night, and he actually looked like he was telling the truth." She looked up at him, worry on her face, "What if there really is something wrong?"
"Greta, this is Stephano, you know we can't trust him, and if anything bad is going to happen, it's because of him. And remember, Gretchen said she would have people watching him."
She shook her head and smiled, "You're right, you're right. Let's just keep dancing, and maybe this night will just go away soon." Eric smiled, and brought her head to rest against his shoulder.
They continued dancing, and then it was time to announce how much had been donated. The figure was huge, well more than expected, and cheers went up.
After the announcement, the dancing began once again, and the couple was whisked out of the room, to get ready for the coronation.
They waited behind the same doors again, with the long, red, royal capes this time, and just like before the music stopped, the noise quieted down, and someone began to speak. The horns blew, and the doors opened. This time, everyone was lined up in rows, on either side of a long red carpet, that led up to two thrown's. Greta almost wanted to laugh, at how medieval it all seemed. They slowly walked down the carpet, nodding to people along the sides as they went. The musicians playing as they walked.
Greta smiled at John, Belle, Marlena and Brady. And then Sami, Brandon, Austin, and Marie on the other. She turned to look up at Eric, and he smiled down at her.
She looked up to see Gretchen waiting for them at the steps, two men on either side of her, holding out large pillows, each topped with a royal crown.
It all seemed like some weird dream, and she was floating through it. They made it to the end, and then progressed up the steps, then turning back to face everyone. People moved to have the capes placed out around them. A round of clapping went through the ballroom, and then quieted down once more.
Gretchen moved over near Greta, she would be crowned first, since she was actually the one who inherited the estate and title, Eric would then be next.
Greta looked out at the audience, and smiled at all the friends and family she saw there. Bo, Hope, Shawn, Jennifer, Victor, Lucas, Philip, and everyone else she had already seen that night. Then there were rows of people whom she had just met, the european elite, people that her mother had associated with for years.
How she wished that her mother was here, but she knew, that she was looking down, watching her, smiling at her, happy for her, and how absolutely wonderful her life had finally turned out.
She looked back up at Eric, and he smiled again at her. She whispered "I love you." Which was rewarded with a smile and him saying it in return.
Gretchen picked up the crown from the pillow next to Greta and moved up the steps further and behind her. She put the crown up and over her head, and started to slowly lower it in place. Greta's eyes trailed through the crowd, and her eyes caught a gleam, and she turned back to it. Then she saw it clearly, and she yelled as her mind registered what was happening. "Get down!"
The gleam came from the light hitting the metal of the gun that was moving and aiming right for her, the crowd looked around at her scream, and Eric caught what she was looking at instantly, just as the man pulled the trigger, and the shot rang out.
Eric's arms went around her, and they fell to the ground, as the sound echoed through her ears, pain in her side, and then the back of her head hit the steps and there was darkness.
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The shot rang out, and everyone dropped to the floor, as the security guards pulled out their guns, and instantly more shots rang out as they hit the shooter. He fell to the floor as the bullets hit him, and the guards ran over to take away the gun.
The crowd slowly got up, and John looked finding Belle, Marlena, and Brady to be okay, ran up the steps, followed closely by the others. To find Gretchen standing over Eric and Greta.
Eric was laying over Greta, a pool of blood seeping out around them. "Oh God." Marlena let out at seeing it, both her and John dropped to their knee's next to them.
Lexi and Roman rushed up with them, "An ambulance is on the way." She said.
"They're both unconscious," John said looking at them, and then took their pulse, "But their both alive, at least for now."
"Who's been shot?" Belle asked, Brady holding her against him, trying to comfort her.
John looked at Lexi, "Can we move them?"
"We have too," She said, and they slowly rolled them apart, blood covered them both so much, they were having a hard time finding which one, if not both had been shot.
Lexi was looking over Greta frantically, John looking at Eric, both their hands now red. Greta moaned quietly, her eyes starting to open. "Greta, Greta, it's Lexi, wake up." Her eyes opened slowly. "Tell me where it hurts, were you shot?"
Greta tried to sit up, and Lexi stopped her, she turned her head, to see Eric laying next to her. "Eric..." She screamed, and moved out of Lexi's grasp. She sat up quickly and moved over to him.
"Greta!" Lexi said, moving to her.
"Oh my God, Eric," She wasn't listening.
John looked over at her, "Greta let Lexi look..."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She yelled, her hands moving to try and help John. Lexi moved over to Eric as well. They got his jacket off, and shirt, and they found the bullet hole. Greta screamed, and buried her head into John's chest, and Marlena gasped.
Lexi, rolled up Eric's shirt, and placed it over the hole, she turned to John, and he released Greta, and applied pressure to it. Lexi started to check his vitals, looking up, hoping the ambulance would get here, because his pulse was falling rapidly, and he had already lost a lot of blood.
Tears were streaming down Greta's face. "Eric..." She said, reaching out, and taking his hand. "Eric... it was for me, not you, me..."
"He's stopped breathing," Lexi yelled out, and started mouth to mouth. Greta started rocking back and forth, and the paramedics rushed into the ballroom. They started to work on him, and John pulled Greta away, as they tried to get him to start breathing. Lexi, continued to work, "His heart's stopped." She yelled, and they started chest compression's. Greta, sobbed and buried her head in John's chest, as Marlena, Belle and Sami held onto each other.
"Eric..." Greta yelled, she tried to pull away from John, but he kept her close, "Eric... please... don't leave me, please... Eric." She said, tears running down her face.
"I've got a pulse, he's breathing." Lexi let out, "let's get him out of here." She yelled, and the hurried and put him on the stretcher, and quickly wheeled him out, followed by Greta. They loaded him into the ambulance, Greta right next to them. They shut the doors, and the lights and siren started, and they were off at high speed to the hospital. They were putting in an IV, when Lexi spoke, "He's stopped breathing again." She said, and they continued working on him. Greta sat to the side, watching, tears streaking her face, saying his name, that she loved him, and not to leave her over and over again. But all she could think of was that it was meant for her, not him, it should be her there, not him. *Why God, why him?*
The ambulance pulled up to the emergency room, just as Lexi called that this heart had stopped once more. They wheeled him out of the ambulance and into the hospital, Lexi sitting on the stretcher doing chest compression's as they went.
Greta stumbled into the hospital after them, Nurses rushing over to her, stopping her from going any further. "Eric!!!!" She screamed, as they wheeled him into a room. "Noooo!!!" She yelled, as she could hear the sounds of them working on him, trying to shock his heart.
The nurses restrained her, and tried to get her into a room to look at her as well, since she was covered in blood. Soon, John and the others were rushing in. And Greta collapsed into his arms. John looked over at the nurses, and one spoke, "They are working on him right now, no one can go in."
She sobbed into John's chest, and he held onto her, comforting her. He looked over at Marlena, with Belle on one side, and Roman holding her as well. In other circumstances John would have been upset, but this was Eric, and his daughter needed him, and Marlena needed Roman and Belle. He looked over and found Brandon trying to comfort Sami, who was shaking and crying as well.
"It should have been me, me, it was meant for me, why him, him, why him, it was for me," Greta said quietly into John's chest, mumbling slightly.
He tilted her head to look up at him, "What?"
"Why, why him, it was meant for me, for me, not him, it was pointed at me, it should be me."
He pulled her back to him, rocking her slightly, "It's okay, it'll be okay." He said, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down, she was in shock, he knew that. And soon, she would need a doctor to look at her, but he knew that also wasn't going to happen right now.
Then the doors, opened again, and they were wheeling him down the hallway, Greta broke from his grasp and ran over, "Eric... Eric..." They moved her away, as they took him to the elevator.
Lexi ran with them, calling over her shoulder, "We're taking him to emergency surgery, floor 4." She got on the elevator and the doors closed, and Greta dropped to her knees. *This isn't happening. I can't lose him. Oh God, Please.* John picked her up off the floor, and moved over to the visitors elevator and hit the button. Everyone else followed, and they soon were on the fourth floor. Austin told the nurses who they were, and what they were waiting on, as John tried to get Greta to sit down. He sat on the coffee table in front of her. Running his arms up and down hers, she was freezing, shaking. He motioned for Brady to take off his jacket, since his was back at the ballroom covered in blood. Brady took his off, and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Greta's mind raced, she was in shock. *This can't be happening.* More tears ran down her face. *Oh God please, please help him. It was supposed to be me, not him, me.* She rocked back and forth. *Why did he have to take it? Why? It was supposed to be me!* She was about to put her face in her hands, and the she saw them, they were stained a deep red, she started shaking harder, and sobs racked her body. *Stained with his blood. Oh God Please. Eric, don't leave me. I love you, don't leave me.* Then she felt it, almost a stabbing like feeling to her heart, they were losing him, she could feel it, *No God please. Take me, not him. Please. Me not him.......*
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Four hours, four hours had passed, and no one had come out to tell them anything. John had finally got Greta to get a doctor to look at her. She had a nasty bump on the back of her head from it hitting the steps when she fell, the reason she had lost consciousness. She also had two broken ribs, from the same fall to the steps, explaining why she had felt the pain to her side when she had fell. Hope, Bo, and others filed in after they had moved up to the fourth floor. Hope had stopped Bo before they left, and went and got a change of clothes for the ones that had already left.
Hope had got Greta to take a shower, and told her she would come in and check on her, if she had too. Greta was standing under the water, shaking, watching the reddened water swirl down the drain. She leaned against the wall, her tears had stopped, she felt like she was dead inside. *It was taking to long, way to long.* She thought, she leaned her back against the wall, and slid down the shower, sitting on the floor, her face in her hands. That stabbing like pain returned, *Oh God.* She didn't tell anyone, they would think she was crazy. But she knew, she just knew when she felt that, they were losing him, how many times had it been now? She lost count, she just prayed it would stop, like it had before, meaning he was okay again, well, relatively. *Maybe I am insane.* She thought, as her hands moved through her hair.
"Greta," Hope called into her through the bathroom door.
"What?" She just about screamed, *Did they have news?*
"Just wanting to know if you are okay in there."
The pain to her heart stopped again, and she let out the breath she wasn't really sure she had been holding, she looked down at the water, and saw that it was finally running clear. "I'll be out in a minute." She said softly. She slowly pulled herself to her feet and turned off the water. She dried herself off, tied her hair back, and slowly got dressed in the clothes that Hope had brought. She was glad that it was an old pair of her jeans and, a soft smile went across her face, and a tear ran down her face. Hope understood, she had brought one of Eric's white button down shirts. She held it up to her nose, and could almost smell him on it. She quickly put it on, and the rest and slowly walked out of the room. Hope looked at her, wrapped an arm around her, and helped her back to the waiting area.
"Is there any news?" She asked Hope as they walked back.
"Nothing yet sweetie," She said, handing her back over to John, who had also got a shower and was in some fresh clothes. Greta sat down next to him and looked over to Sami, who was sitting across from her, her head on Brandon's shoulder, his arm around her.
Then she gasped, and she felt it again, she started shaking, and John, immediately brought her closer, "What's wrong?" He asked worried.
Her eyes stayed on Sami, and Sami on hers. "You feel it too," Greta said to her.
A tear streaked down Sami's cheek and she nodded yes, "Sixth or seventh now." Sami said, with Brandon and everyone else looking at them strangely.
"Sixth or seventh what?" Brandon asked her. She shook her head trying not to answer.
Greta stood up, she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going to the Chapel," she said, John and Belle started to move with her. "Alone, please." She said softly, and they let her go. She walked out of the waiting room, and around the corner, and leaned against the wall. Tears running down her face. *Oh God, please.* She held her face in her hands, it was lasting longer, to long, way to long. She looked around, and moved down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the chapel.
She moved into the surgical wing, it was late, and not many people were around. She continued walking, and then she got to the doors, then she saw him, through the windows of the door. She tried to hold back her gasp. Tubes and monitors were running all over the place. They were forcing air into his lungs, the doctors were moving around frantically, using the paddles on his chest. Her hand moved to her mouth, shaking, as she watched. *Eric... please... don't leave, don't leave me. I love you. God, Please.* Her hand went to the window, as she continued to watch him. She saw the blip go back on the monitor, and the paddles moved away, and the doctors moved back to the surgery.
She felt her body slightly relax, until a hand was felt on her shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
She turned around quickly to find a doctor there, "He's my husband." She said softly, tears falling down her cheeks, and his face immediately softened.
"You aren't supposed to be here." He said.
"I know, but, they haven't told us anything, please, tell me, what's going on."
The doctor sighed, he didn't want to tell her, "He's lost a lot of blood, we are putting it back in as fast as we can, but he's losing it at a faster rate than we can replace it." He paused and continued, "We found, and have repaired some of the damage, but we are having a problem finding where the internal bleeding is coming from." He rested his hand on her shoulder, "We have already had many close calls, I don't know if his body can handle any more."
Greta knew, he was preparing her for the worst, trying to not get her hopes up, because the outlook looked bleak. "Are you going back in there?" He nodded yes. "Then will you tell him something for me?" He nodded again. "Tell him, I love him." He nodded, and showed her to the exit, and he went back to the operating room.
Greta slowly walked through the doors, and everyone was shocked to see her come out from there. John and Marlena rushed up to her, and she buried her face in John's chest, crying.
"Greta?" He asked her, tons of questions going through his mind.
She looked up, others were moving around them. "They can't find where he's still bleeding from, he's losing blood too quickly." She said, more tears flowing, as she tried to hide her face in her father's chest. She could hear everyone talking about what she had just said, she could hear the other sobs, and worries, she could hear John's heart under her ear. But she was wishing, that it was Eric's that she was hearing, she was wishing that it was all just a horrible dream, that she would wake up, with her head on Eric's chest, his arms around her, and her eyes opening to his gorgeous smile. Her body shook again harder, as she realized, that she may never have that ever again.
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Another hour had passed since Greta had found out from the doctor what was going on, everyone was still in the waiting room. News from the ball had also started to trickle in, since it was now on the news. The shooter had been identified, it was Edward Haustenhour, and was now dead with three built holes to the chest from the guards. Greta blamed herself, it made perfect sense. Heck, Stephano had warned her, warned her something bad was going to happen. *It was meant for me, I should have been the one, I should have done something.* She starred at the cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of her, Lucas had brought it for her, she thanked him, but couldn't bring herself to drink it. Her stomach was turning, she was too worried to do anything.
She looked around the room, Belle was asleep leaning against Shawn, who was also asleep his head resting against his arm. Marlena was leaning against John's other shoulder, and just starring off into the distance. Other's were sitting and talking quietly. She jumped when she heard the doors open, and turned quickly to see Lexi walk out, her face set, not indicating anything.
Greta jumped to her feet, and meet Lexi halfway, with everyone else behind her. "How is he?"
Lexi took a deep breath and began. "First, he's alive." She paused, making sure that part sunk in. "Second, we finally found the last bit of damage, have repaired the internal bleeding, and moved him to recovery." She paused again, because that was the only good news she had. She took another deep breath before she continued, "He has lost a lot of blood, we are still putting it back in him. His body has gone through a serious amount of trauma. I do not know the number of times we had to revive him." She almost felt like she was going to start to cry as well, and pushed it away as she looked at Greta and everyone else. "The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours are crucial. If everything is truly repaired, and if we don't need to revive him again, he could be okay." She hated using so many ifs and could bes, but there were a lot of them. "I honestly, can't give you much more of a prognosis than that." She told them, she didn't want to get their hopes up to much, because it wasn't good.
Greta nodded, she understood, it wasn't good, not at all. "When can I see him?" She asked her.
"When we move him out of recovery and into his own room, in about an hour or so. I'll come get you." She said, and then moved back towards the doors, to go check on Eric, and then change.
Greta watched her go, and slowly turned back to everyone else. They seemed a little relieved, but they all still knew that it wasn't over. She sat back down, and waited, waited like she had been for the last seven hours, and she knew it wasn't over. Yes, she would be able to see him, but then they would have to wait to see if he would be okay, wait for him to wake up, hopefully. She closed her eyes, and pressed her head into her hands.
She couldn't help but blame herself. "It's all my fault." She said softly.
"What?" Bo asked her, he had come over to sit next to her. It was his turn for 'Greta duty,' after she had made John go be with Marlena.
She looked up at Bo, "It's my fault, why he's in there, it's all my fault."
Bo looked at her like she was completely crazy, "How is it your fault?"
"The bullet, it was meant for me, he was trying to kill me, not Eric."
"So? That's not your fault, Eric loves you, just like you love him, and if it was reversed he would be wishing it was him in there and not you. Greta it's not your fault."
She shook her head, "Stephano told me, he told me he thought something bad was going to happen tonight, I should have listened."
"He told you that, how did he know?"
"He didn't, he said he had a bad feeling about things."
"Well, you can't trust Stephano, we all know that."
"That's what Eric said."
"See, he told you not to worry, you can't blame yourself."
She shook her head again, "But this whole coronation, we wouldn't have had it, if it wasn't for me. We didn't have to become royalty. It was stupid, I should have known that Haustenhour would have pulled something, that he would be this upset that I was crowned and not him."
"Greta, there is no way you could have known that. If this is anyone's fault, it's his, and the guards who let him into the place, the people who invited him, and the guards who didn't get him before he shot anyone."
She wouldn't listen, "Bo, it should be me in there, I'm the one to blame, I should have known, I should have done something. It's my fault."
Bo sighed, he knew she wasn't going to listen to him, "Well, you can argue about who is to blame for it, with Eric, when he wakes up, and he can tell you it wasn't your fault either."
She looked down, "If he wakes up." She said softly. Bo opened his arms, and hugged her to him. He knew what she was going through. How did he react when Hope was shot, well, Gina, but he thought it was Hope. They were both still so young, a long future ahead of them, so much life to live together, *Hopefully.*
Lexi finally came out a long time later, and got Greta. He could only have one visitor at a time. Even though Roman, Marlena, Belle, and Sami all wanted to see him, Greta got first dibs, and there was no arguments about it. Lexi led her to his room, and stopped her just outside the door. "Okay, Greta. There are a lot of machines, tubes, equipment...."
"Just let me see him Lexi, I need to see him." With that she opened the door, and Greta followed her in, and gasped at the sight before her. She thought she could handle it, but it was worse then she thought. Her hand went to her mouth, to stop the gasp, and more tears slipped from her eyes. "Oh God," she said softly as she moved over to him, taking his hand in hers. *He's so, so pale.*
"Nurses are right outside if you need anything." She said and then left.
Greta leaned over him, her other hand moving the hair from his forehead, then rested her palm softly against his cheek. Tears started to spill, and some landed on the blanket over him. "Eric..." She said softly, hoping, even through she knew it was pointless, that she would get a response. She sat down in the chair next to the bed, her hand not moving from his. "I'm here Eric, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She stood up again, and kissed his forehead, and softly laid a kiss to his lips. "I love you." She squeezed his hand, and sat back down. "Eric, just don't leave me alone. You understand me?" She spoke to him softly. Tears still running, streaking her face. "Why did you have to step in front of me? Huh? Why?" She asked him, wanting him to answer her, but she knew it was a one sided conversation. Her hand squeezed his again, and she moved her head to his shoulder, resting it against it. Then she heard it, his heart beat. Sure, the equipment was showing his heart rate, but with her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear his heart. It was much slower than what she was used to, but she didn't care, she could hear it, and she knew, as long as she could hear it, he was alive, he was with her. She closed her eyes, and just listened to the most beautiful sound that she knew.
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The nurse came in to check his vitals, and found Greta with her head on his chest, sound asleep. The nurse almost smiled, and would have, if it wasn't for the fact that the man in the bed in front of her was so sick. She changed the IV, checked his vitals, and the monitors, and then left them alone. Lexi came in later, with Marlena, and even though he should only have one visitor at a time, they decided not to wake her up. They somehow knew, that it was the only way she would actually get some sleep, and that it was good for him too, to have her there.
Marlena kept her visit short, mostly because she couldn't bare to see her son like that. She kissed his forehead, and whispered her words of love to him, and after a few minutes left the room. A little while later, Roman, Sami, and Belle all filed it, quietly talked to Eric, and left Greta to sleep.
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The garden was beautiful, the flowers were in bloom, and she could hear laughter. Greta walked around the corner, the purple, orange, yellow, pink, and white flowers all around her, and she kept walking towards the sound of laughter. She kept walking, and came to a picnic table. A picnic basket was sitting there, food laid out, plates and cups ready.
She kept walking, a dog, a big golden retriever ran up to her, jumping up, licking her face, and then moving back down. She leaned down, petting the dog, and then she heard the laughter again. She stood back up, and started to move towards it. Then she heard someone speak. "Higher, higher." It sounded like a young girl, and then there was more laugher. "Higher" another voice, a young boy. She moved faster, trying to find the people. She turned again, and this time found them.
A large tire swing, a little boy sitting on top, his legs wrapped around the rope, a little girl sitting in the circle of the tire, hanging onto the rim. They were laughing as the tire spun, and moved back and forth. She smiled as she moved closer. She saw a hand then arm reach out from behind the tree, pushing the tire every so often. She moved closer trying to to see who it was.
She made her way around the tree, and tapped the person on the shoulder. He turned around, and the smile grew on her face. "Eric."
"We were wondering when you were going to come out here and join us." He said, pulling her close, and kissing her. She leaned into the kiss, but they were interrupted by giggling.
They pulled apart, "Dadddd, stop kissing mommy and push the swing!" The little boy said. Eric pulled away and pushed them again, a couple more times.
Greta smiled, as she watched the three of them together. "Okay, okay, that's enough." He told them, "Time for lunch." He stopped the swing, the kids got off, and ran towards the picnic table. He walked over to her, extending his hand, she grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet, and kissed her again. She leaned against him, his arm around her. She was so happy, as they walked back to the picnic table. The kids were pouring the lemonade. She stopped in her tracks, "What's wrong?" He asked her, moving a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"I love you." She said softly.
"I love you too," He said. and then started to pull her to the picnic table, but turned back to her, when she didn't follow.
She pulled him back to him, and hugged him tight, "Tell me it will be like this, that we will always be happy like this.."
"Greta... Greta... Greta." She shook her head softly, and opened her eyes. Her head foggy, she opened her eyes to find Sami there. She looked over, and saw Eric, still laying there, just as he was when she first came into the room. "Greta, are you okay?"
*It was a dream,* she thought, *It was only a dream.* She wanted to cry, it was so beautiful, so wonderful, perfect. "Yeah."
"Didn't want to wake you up, but it's morning, thought you could eat something, and maybe move around a little."
Greta looked back over at Eric, "No, I'm fine. I want to stay here."
"Thought you might say that." She said and moved back to the hall and came back a few seconds later with a tray of food. "Try and eat something, it won't do either of you any good if you don't."
She agreed, and she did eat a little, but she just wasn't hungry. She stayed there, and wouldn't leave his side, they tried to get her to leave, to get some rest, but she refused.
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The twenty-four hour mark passed, and some of the family headed back to Salem, requesting to be notified on anything that happened. Then the forty-eight hour mark passed, which as Lexi told them was a good sign, that they had repaired the damage, but the only question is when and if he would wake up. Greta was basically living in the room, she had some luggage there, and the nurses and family were bringing her food. She talked to him, hoping that he could hear her. She shaved his beard, brushed his hair, and just tried to keep him comfortable. "Eric... come on, wake up." She sighed, and moved her head back to his chest, her favorite place, hearing his heart beat, noticing how it had strengthened since she first heard it. She sighed and closed her eyes, and grasped his hand in hers.
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To Be Continued
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hferguso@niu.edu
WEBSITE: http://eric_greta.tripod.com (from when Jensen was on days)
Rating: If you can watch DAYS, you can read this. If there is a rating change, a link to the chap. will be provided.
Disclaimer: Days of Our Lives and all of their characters are property of Corday Productions and NBC.
My Rant: Okay, I'm finally putting this up on FanFiction.net. Mostly to free up my website space. This was started way back in Oct. of 1999, and I haven't decided if it's finished yet or not. Reviews are always welcome!
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Chapter 121
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The ball continued, as well as the dancing, soon the couple met back up, and started another dance. Once over they continued greeting the guests, which then started with a third dance when that was done.
"What's wrong?" Eric asked her, as they were dancing.
"Huh? What?" She asked turning to look up at him.
"Exactly, where are you?"
"No where, nothing's wrong." She said, and smiled.
"No, don't lie to me, something is bothering you, what is it?"
She took a deep breath and then let it out, "Something Stephano said, nothing important."
A look of anger washed through his eyes, "What did he say to you?"
"He warned me."
"He threatened you?" His shoulders tensing, and he started looking around the room for Stephano.
"No, no, Eric..." She said trying to get his attention. "No, he said he thought something bad was going to happen tonight, and told me to keep my eyes open. I thought he was just trying to get to me, at least I thought that, but now that I think about it..."
"What?" He prompted.
"Lexi said that he had been telling her the same thing all night, and he actually looked like he was telling the truth." She looked up at him, worry on her face, "What if there really is something wrong?"
"Greta, this is Stephano, you know we can't trust him, and if anything bad is going to happen, it's because of him. And remember, Gretchen said she would have people watching him."
She shook her head and smiled, "You're right, you're right. Let's just keep dancing, and maybe this night will just go away soon." Eric smiled, and brought her head to rest against his shoulder.
They continued dancing, and then it was time to announce how much had been donated. The figure was huge, well more than expected, and cheers went up.
After the announcement, the dancing began once again, and the couple was whisked out of the room, to get ready for the coronation.
They waited behind the same doors again, with the long, red, royal capes this time, and just like before the music stopped, the noise quieted down, and someone began to speak. The horns blew, and the doors opened. This time, everyone was lined up in rows, on either side of a long red carpet, that led up to two thrown's. Greta almost wanted to laugh, at how medieval it all seemed. They slowly walked down the carpet, nodding to people along the sides as they went. The musicians playing as they walked.
Greta smiled at John, Belle, Marlena and Brady. And then Sami, Brandon, Austin, and Marie on the other. She turned to look up at Eric, and he smiled down at her.
She looked up to see Gretchen waiting for them at the steps, two men on either side of her, holding out large pillows, each topped with a royal crown.
It all seemed like some weird dream, and she was floating through it. They made it to the end, and then progressed up the steps, then turning back to face everyone. People moved to have the capes placed out around them. A round of clapping went through the ballroom, and then quieted down once more.
Gretchen moved over near Greta, she would be crowned first, since she was actually the one who inherited the estate and title, Eric would then be next.
Greta looked out at the audience, and smiled at all the friends and family she saw there. Bo, Hope, Shawn, Jennifer, Victor, Lucas, Philip, and everyone else she had already seen that night. Then there were rows of people whom she had just met, the european elite, people that her mother had associated with for years.
How she wished that her mother was here, but she knew, that she was looking down, watching her, smiling at her, happy for her, and how absolutely wonderful her life had finally turned out.
She looked back up at Eric, and he smiled again at her. She whispered "I love you." Which was rewarded with a smile and him saying it in return.
Gretchen picked up the crown from the pillow next to Greta and moved up the steps further and behind her. She put the crown up and over her head, and started to slowly lower it in place. Greta's eyes trailed through the crowd, and her eyes caught a gleam, and she turned back to it. Then she saw it clearly, and she yelled as her mind registered what was happening. "Get down!"
The gleam came from the light hitting the metal of the gun that was moving and aiming right for her, the crowd looked around at her scream, and Eric caught what she was looking at instantly, just as the man pulled the trigger, and the shot rang out.
Eric's arms went around her, and they fell to the ground, as the sound echoed through her ears, pain in her side, and then the back of her head hit the steps and there was darkness.
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The shot rang out, and everyone dropped to the floor, as the security guards pulled out their guns, and instantly more shots rang out as they hit the shooter. He fell to the floor as the bullets hit him, and the guards ran over to take away the gun.
The crowd slowly got up, and John looked finding Belle, Marlena, and Brady to be okay, ran up the steps, followed closely by the others. To find Gretchen standing over Eric and Greta.
Eric was laying over Greta, a pool of blood seeping out around them. "Oh God." Marlena let out at seeing it, both her and John dropped to their knee's next to them.
Lexi and Roman rushed up with them, "An ambulance is on the way." She said.
"They're both unconscious," John said looking at them, and then took their pulse, "But their both alive, at least for now."
"Who's been shot?" Belle asked, Brady holding her against him, trying to comfort her.
John looked at Lexi, "Can we move them?"
"We have too," She said, and they slowly rolled them apart, blood covered them both so much, they were having a hard time finding which one, if not both had been shot.
Lexi was looking over Greta frantically, John looking at Eric, both their hands now red. Greta moaned quietly, her eyes starting to open. "Greta, Greta, it's Lexi, wake up." Her eyes opened slowly. "Tell me where it hurts, were you shot?"
Greta tried to sit up, and Lexi stopped her, she turned her head, to see Eric laying next to her. "Eric..." She screamed, and moved out of Lexi's grasp. She sat up quickly and moved over to him.
"Greta!" Lexi said, moving to her.
"Oh my God, Eric," She wasn't listening.
John looked over at her, "Greta let Lexi look..."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She yelled, her hands moving to try and help John. Lexi moved over to Eric as well. They got his jacket off, and shirt, and they found the bullet hole. Greta screamed, and buried her head into John's chest, and Marlena gasped.
Lexi, rolled up Eric's shirt, and placed it over the hole, she turned to John, and he released Greta, and applied pressure to it. Lexi started to check his vitals, looking up, hoping the ambulance would get here, because his pulse was falling rapidly, and he had already lost a lot of blood.
Tears were streaming down Greta's face. "Eric..." She said, reaching out, and taking his hand. "Eric... it was for me, not you, me..."
"He's stopped breathing," Lexi yelled out, and started mouth to mouth. Greta started rocking back and forth, and the paramedics rushed into the ballroom. They started to work on him, and John pulled Greta away, as they tried to get him to start breathing. Lexi, continued to work, "His heart's stopped." She yelled, and they started chest compression's. Greta, sobbed and buried her head in John's chest, as Marlena, Belle and Sami held onto each other.
"Eric..." Greta yelled, she tried to pull away from John, but he kept her close, "Eric... please... don't leave me, please... Eric." She said, tears running down her face.
"I've got a pulse, he's breathing." Lexi let out, "let's get him out of here." She yelled, and the hurried and put him on the stretcher, and quickly wheeled him out, followed by Greta. They loaded him into the ambulance, Greta right next to them. They shut the doors, and the lights and siren started, and they were off at high speed to the hospital. They were putting in an IV, when Lexi spoke, "He's stopped breathing again." She said, and they continued working on him. Greta sat to the side, watching, tears streaking her face, saying his name, that she loved him, and not to leave her over and over again. But all she could think of was that it was meant for her, not him, it should be her there, not him. *Why God, why him?*
The ambulance pulled up to the emergency room, just as Lexi called that this heart had stopped once more. They wheeled him out of the ambulance and into the hospital, Lexi sitting on the stretcher doing chest compression's as they went.
Greta stumbled into the hospital after them, Nurses rushing over to her, stopping her from going any further. "Eric!!!!" She screamed, as they wheeled him into a room. "Noooo!!!" She yelled, as she could hear the sounds of them working on him, trying to shock his heart.
The nurses restrained her, and tried to get her into a room to look at her as well, since she was covered in blood. Soon, John and the others were rushing in. And Greta collapsed into his arms. John looked over at the nurses, and one spoke, "They are working on him right now, no one can go in."
She sobbed into John's chest, and he held onto her, comforting her. He looked over at Marlena, with Belle on one side, and Roman holding her as well. In other circumstances John would have been upset, but this was Eric, and his daughter needed him, and Marlena needed Roman and Belle. He looked over and found Brandon trying to comfort Sami, who was shaking and crying as well.
"It should have been me, me, it was meant for me, why him, him, why him, it was for me," Greta said quietly into John's chest, mumbling slightly.
He tilted her head to look up at him, "What?"
"Why, why him, it was meant for me, for me, not him, it was pointed at me, it should be me."
He pulled her back to him, rocking her slightly, "It's okay, it'll be okay." He said, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down, she was in shock, he knew that. And soon, she would need a doctor to look at her, but he knew that also wasn't going to happen right now.
Then the doors, opened again, and they were wheeling him down the hallway, Greta broke from his grasp and ran over, "Eric... Eric..." They moved her away, as they took him to the elevator.
Lexi ran with them, calling over her shoulder, "We're taking him to emergency surgery, floor 4." She got on the elevator and the doors closed, and Greta dropped to her knees. *This isn't happening. I can't lose him. Oh God, Please.* John picked her up off the floor, and moved over to the visitors elevator and hit the button. Everyone else followed, and they soon were on the fourth floor. Austin told the nurses who they were, and what they were waiting on, as John tried to get Greta to sit down. He sat on the coffee table in front of her. Running his arms up and down hers, she was freezing, shaking. He motioned for Brady to take off his jacket, since his was back at the ballroom covered in blood. Brady took his off, and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Greta's mind raced, she was in shock. *This can't be happening.* More tears ran down her face. *Oh God please, please help him. It was supposed to be me, not him, me.* She rocked back and forth. *Why did he have to take it? Why? It was supposed to be me!* She was about to put her face in her hands, and the she saw them, they were stained a deep red, she started shaking harder, and sobs racked her body. *Stained with his blood. Oh God Please. Eric, don't leave me. I love you, don't leave me.* Then she felt it, almost a stabbing like feeling to her heart, they were losing him, she could feel it, *No God please. Take me, not him. Please. Me not him.......*
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Four hours, four hours had passed, and no one had come out to tell them anything. John had finally got Greta to get a doctor to look at her. She had a nasty bump on the back of her head from it hitting the steps when she fell, the reason she had lost consciousness. She also had two broken ribs, from the same fall to the steps, explaining why she had felt the pain to her side when she had fell. Hope, Bo, and others filed in after they had moved up to the fourth floor. Hope had stopped Bo before they left, and went and got a change of clothes for the ones that had already left.
Hope had got Greta to take a shower, and told her she would come in and check on her, if she had too. Greta was standing under the water, shaking, watching the reddened water swirl down the drain. She leaned against the wall, her tears had stopped, she felt like she was dead inside. *It was taking to long, way to long.* She thought, she leaned her back against the wall, and slid down the shower, sitting on the floor, her face in her hands. That stabbing like pain returned, *Oh God.* She didn't tell anyone, they would think she was crazy. But she knew, she just knew when she felt that, they were losing him, how many times had it been now? She lost count, she just prayed it would stop, like it had before, meaning he was okay again, well, relatively. *Maybe I am insane.* She thought, as her hands moved through her hair.
"Greta," Hope called into her through the bathroom door.
"What?" She just about screamed, *Did they have news?*
"Just wanting to know if you are okay in there."
The pain to her heart stopped again, and she let out the breath she wasn't really sure she had been holding, she looked down at the water, and saw that it was finally running clear. "I'll be out in a minute." She said softly. She slowly pulled herself to her feet and turned off the water. She dried herself off, tied her hair back, and slowly got dressed in the clothes that Hope had brought. She was glad that it was an old pair of her jeans and, a soft smile went across her face, and a tear ran down her face. Hope understood, she had brought one of Eric's white button down shirts. She held it up to her nose, and could almost smell him on it. She quickly put it on, and the rest and slowly walked out of the room. Hope looked at her, wrapped an arm around her, and helped her back to the waiting area.
"Is there any news?" She asked Hope as they walked back.
"Nothing yet sweetie," She said, handing her back over to John, who had also got a shower and was in some fresh clothes. Greta sat down next to him and looked over to Sami, who was sitting across from her, her head on Brandon's shoulder, his arm around her.
Then she gasped, and she felt it again, she started shaking, and John, immediately brought her closer, "What's wrong?" He asked worried.
Her eyes stayed on Sami, and Sami on hers. "You feel it too," Greta said to her.
A tear streaked down Sami's cheek and she nodded yes, "Sixth or seventh now." Sami said, with Brandon and everyone else looking at them strangely.
"Sixth or seventh what?" Brandon asked her. She shook her head trying not to answer.
Greta stood up, she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going to the Chapel," she said, John and Belle started to move with her. "Alone, please." She said softly, and they let her go. She walked out of the waiting room, and around the corner, and leaned against the wall. Tears running down her face. *Oh God, please.* She held her face in her hands, it was lasting longer, to long, way to long. She looked around, and moved down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the chapel.
She moved into the surgical wing, it was late, and not many people were around. She continued walking, and then she got to the doors, then she saw him, through the windows of the door. She tried to hold back her gasp. Tubes and monitors were running all over the place. They were forcing air into his lungs, the doctors were moving around frantically, using the paddles on his chest. Her hand moved to her mouth, shaking, as she watched. *Eric... please... don't leave, don't leave me. I love you. God, Please.* Her hand went to the window, as she continued to watch him. She saw the blip go back on the monitor, and the paddles moved away, and the doctors moved back to the surgery.
She felt her body slightly relax, until a hand was felt on her shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
She turned around quickly to find a doctor there, "He's my husband." She said softly, tears falling down her cheeks, and his face immediately softened.
"You aren't supposed to be here." He said.
"I know, but, they haven't told us anything, please, tell me, what's going on."
The doctor sighed, he didn't want to tell her, "He's lost a lot of blood, we are putting it back in as fast as we can, but he's losing it at a faster rate than we can replace it." He paused and continued, "We found, and have repaired some of the damage, but we are having a problem finding where the internal bleeding is coming from." He rested his hand on her shoulder, "We have already had many close calls, I don't know if his body can handle any more."
Greta knew, he was preparing her for the worst, trying to not get her hopes up, because the outlook looked bleak. "Are you going back in there?" He nodded yes. "Then will you tell him something for me?" He nodded again. "Tell him, I love him." He nodded, and showed her to the exit, and he went back to the operating room.
Greta slowly walked through the doors, and everyone was shocked to see her come out from there. John and Marlena rushed up to her, and she buried her face in John's chest, crying.
"Greta?" He asked her, tons of questions going through his mind.
She looked up, others were moving around them. "They can't find where he's still bleeding from, he's losing blood too quickly." She said, more tears flowing, as she tried to hide her face in her father's chest. She could hear everyone talking about what she had just said, she could hear the other sobs, and worries, she could hear John's heart under her ear. But she was wishing, that it was Eric's that she was hearing, she was wishing that it was all just a horrible dream, that she would wake up, with her head on Eric's chest, his arms around her, and her eyes opening to his gorgeous smile. Her body shook again harder, as she realized, that she may never have that ever again.
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Another hour had passed since Greta had found out from the doctor what was going on, everyone was still in the waiting room. News from the ball had also started to trickle in, since it was now on the news. The shooter had been identified, it was Edward Haustenhour, and was now dead with three built holes to the chest from the guards. Greta blamed herself, it made perfect sense. Heck, Stephano had warned her, warned her something bad was going to happen. *It was meant for me, I should have been the one, I should have done something.* She starred at the cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of her, Lucas had brought it for her, she thanked him, but couldn't bring herself to drink it. Her stomach was turning, she was too worried to do anything.
She looked around the room, Belle was asleep leaning against Shawn, who was also asleep his head resting against his arm. Marlena was leaning against John's other shoulder, and just starring off into the distance. Other's were sitting and talking quietly. She jumped when she heard the doors open, and turned quickly to see Lexi walk out, her face set, not indicating anything.
Greta jumped to her feet, and meet Lexi halfway, with everyone else behind her. "How is he?"
Lexi took a deep breath and began. "First, he's alive." She paused, making sure that part sunk in. "Second, we finally found the last bit of damage, have repaired the internal bleeding, and moved him to recovery." She paused again, because that was the only good news she had. She took another deep breath before she continued, "He has lost a lot of blood, we are still putting it back in him. His body has gone through a serious amount of trauma. I do not know the number of times we had to revive him." She almost felt like she was going to start to cry as well, and pushed it away as she looked at Greta and everyone else. "The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours are crucial. If everything is truly repaired, and if we don't need to revive him again, he could be okay." She hated using so many ifs and could bes, but there were a lot of them. "I honestly, can't give you much more of a prognosis than that." She told them, she didn't want to get their hopes up to much, because it wasn't good.
Greta nodded, she understood, it wasn't good, not at all. "When can I see him?" She asked her.
"When we move him out of recovery and into his own room, in about an hour or so. I'll come get you." She said, and then moved back towards the doors, to go check on Eric, and then change.
Greta watched her go, and slowly turned back to everyone else. They seemed a little relieved, but they all still knew that it wasn't over. She sat back down, and waited, waited like she had been for the last seven hours, and she knew it wasn't over. Yes, she would be able to see him, but then they would have to wait to see if he would be okay, wait for him to wake up, hopefully. She closed her eyes, and pressed her head into her hands.
She couldn't help but blame herself. "It's all my fault." She said softly.
"What?" Bo asked her, he had come over to sit next to her. It was his turn for 'Greta duty,' after she had made John go be with Marlena.
She looked up at Bo, "It's my fault, why he's in there, it's all my fault."
Bo looked at her like she was completely crazy, "How is it your fault?"
"The bullet, it was meant for me, he was trying to kill me, not Eric."
"So? That's not your fault, Eric loves you, just like you love him, and if it was reversed he would be wishing it was him in there and not you. Greta it's not your fault."
She shook her head, "Stephano told me, he told me he thought something bad was going to happen tonight, I should have listened."
"He told you that, how did he know?"
"He didn't, he said he had a bad feeling about things."
"Well, you can't trust Stephano, we all know that."
"That's what Eric said."
"See, he told you not to worry, you can't blame yourself."
She shook her head again, "But this whole coronation, we wouldn't have had it, if it wasn't for me. We didn't have to become royalty. It was stupid, I should have known that Haustenhour would have pulled something, that he would be this upset that I was crowned and not him."
"Greta, there is no way you could have known that. If this is anyone's fault, it's his, and the guards who let him into the place, the people who invited him, and the guards who didn't get him before he shot anyone."
She wouldn't listen, "Bo, it should be me in there, I'm the one to blame, I should have known, I should have done something. It's my fault."
Bo sighed, he knew she wasn't going to listen to him, "Well, you can argue about who is to blame for it, with Eric, when he wakes up, and he can tell you it wasn't your fault either."
She looked down, "If he wakes up." She said softly. Bo opened his arms, and hugged her to him. He knew what she was going through. How did he react when Hope was shot, well, Gina, but he thought it was Hope. They were both still so young, a long future ahead of them, so much life to live together, *Hopefully.*
Lexi finally came out a long time later, and got Greta. He could only have one visitor at a time. Even though Roman, Marlena, Belle, and Sami all wanted to see him, Greta got first dibs, and there was no arguments about it. Lexi led her to his room, and stopped her just outside the door. "Okay, Greta. There are a lot of machines, tubes, equipment...."
"Just let me see him Lexi, I need to see him." With that she opened the door, and Greta followed her in, and gasped at the sight before her. She thought she could handle it, but it was worse then she thought. Her hand went to her mouth, to stop the gasp, and more tears slipped from her eyes. "Oh God," she said softly as she moved over to him, taking his hand in hers. *He's so, so pale.*
"Nurses are right outside if you need anything." She said and then left.
Greta leaned over him, her other hand moving the hair from his forehead, then rested her palm softly against his cheek. Tears started to spill, and some landed on the blanket over him. "Eric..." She said softly, hoping, even through she knew it was pointless, that she would get a response. She sat down in the chair next to the bed, her hand not moving from his. "I'm here Eric, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She stood up again, and kissed his forehead, and softly laid a kiss to his lips. "I love you." She squeezed his hand, and sat back down. "Eric, just don't leave me alone. You understand me?" She spoke to him softly. Tears still running, streaking her face. "Why did you have to step in front of me? Huh? Why?" She asked him, wanting him to answer her, but she knew it was a one sided conversation. Her hand squeezed his again, and she moved her head to his shoulder, resting it against it. Then she heard it, his heart beat. Sure, the equipment was showing his heart rate, but with her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear his heart. It was much slower than what she was used to, but she didn't care, she could hear it, and she knew, as long as she could hear it, he was alive, he was with her. She closed her eyes, and just listened to the most beautiful sound that she knew.
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The nurse came in to check his vitals, and found Greta with her head on his chest, sound asleep. The nurse almost smiled, and would have, if it wasn't for the fact that the man in the bed in front of her was so sick. She changed the IV, checked his vitals, and the monitors, and then left them alone. Lexi came in later, with Marlena, and even though he should only have one visitor at a time, they decided not to wake her up. They somehow knew, that it was the only way she would actually get some sleep, and that it was good for him too, to have her there.
Marlena kept her visit short, mostly because she couldn't bare to see her son like that. She kissed his forehead, and whispered her words of love to him, and after a few minutes left the room. A little while later, Roman, Sami, and Belle all filed it, quietly talked to Eric, and left Greta to sleep.
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The garden was beautiful, the flowers were in bloom, and she could hear laughter. Greta walked around the corner, the purple, orange, yellow, pink, and white flowers all around her, and she kept walking towards the sound of laughter. She kept walking, and came to a picnic table. A picnic basket was sitting there, food laid out, plates and cups ready.
She kept walking, a dog, a big golden retriever ran up to her, jumping up, licking her face, and then moving back down. She leaned down, petting the dog, and then she heard the laughter again. She stood back up, and started to move towards it. Then she heard someone speak. "Higher, higher." It sounded like a young girl, and then there was more laugher. "Higher" another voice, a young boy. She moved faster, trying to find the people. She turned again, and this time found them.
A large tire swing, a little boy sitting on top, his legs wrapped around the rope, a little girl sitting in the circle of the tire, hanging onto the rim. They were laughing as the tire spun, and moved back and forth. She smiled as she moved closer. She saw a hand then arm reach out from behind the tree, pushing the tire every so often. She moved closer trying to to see who it was.
She made her way around the tree, and tapped the person on the shoulder. He turned around, and the smile grew on her face. "Eric."
"We were wondering when you were going to come out here and join us." He said, pulling her close, and kissing her. She leaned into the kiss, but they were interrupted by giggling.
They pulled apart, "Dadddd, stop kissing mommy and push the swing!" The little boy said. Eric pulled away and pushed them again, a couple more times.
Greta smiled, as she watched the three of them together. "Okay, okay, that's enough." He told them, "Time for lunch." He stopped the swing, the kids got off, and ran towards the picnic table. He walked over to her, extending his hand, she grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet, and kissed her again. She leaned against him, his arm around her. She was so happy, as they walked back to the picnic table. The kids were pouring the lemonade. She stopped in her tracks, "What's wrong?" He asked her, moving a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"I love you." She said softly.
"I love you too," He said. and then started to pull her to the picnic table, but turned back to her, when she didn't follow.
She pulled him back to him, and hugged him tight, "Tell me it will be like this, that we will always be happy like this.."
"Greta... Greta... Greta." She shook her head softly, and opened her eyes. Her head foggy, she opened her eyes to find Sami there. She looked over, and saw Eric, still laying there, just as he was when she first came into the room. "Greta, are you okay?"
*It was a dream,* she thought, *It was only a dream.* She wanted to cry, it was so beautiful, so wonderful, perfect. "Yeah."
"Didn't want to wake you up, but it's morning, thought you could eat something, and maybe move around a little."
Greta looked back over at Eric, "No, I'm fine. I want to stay here."
"Thought you might say that." She said and moved back to the hall and came back a few seconds later with a tray of food. "Try and eat something, it won't do either of you any good if you don't."
She agreed, and she did eat a little, but she just wasn't hungry. She stayed there, and wouldn't leave his side, they tried to get her to leave, to get some rest, but she refused.
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The twenty-four hour mark passed, and some of the family headed back to Salem, requesting to be notified on anything that happened. Then the forty-eight hour mark passed, which as Lexi told them was a good sign, that they had repaired the damage, but the only question is when and if he would wake up. Greta was basically living in the room, she had some luggage there, and the nurses and family were bringing her food. She talked to him, hoping that he could hear her. She shaved his beard, brushed his hair, and just tried to keep him comfortable. "Eric... come on, wake up." She sighed, and moved her head back to his chest, her favorite place, hearing his heart beat, noticing how it had strengthened since she first heard it. She sighed and closed her eyes, and grasped his hand in hers.
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To Be Continued