Ch.22

After a few more hours outside, Fox and Teresa decided to go back up to her room. The moment Fox saw her yawn; he insisted that they go back up so she could rest. She loved that he was so overprotective.

Once Fox had gotten her settled in her room, he went down to the cafeteria to get them some food. When he was there getting ready to pay, he heard a familiar voice coming from the ER down the hall.

"Where is my son?"

"What the hell?" Fox said to himself. He quickly paid and ran down to see what was going on.

"Jesus!" he yelled as he ran into the room.

"Pilar what's wrong?"

She was lying on the floor, sobbing, rocking back and forth.

"God please not my son!" she kept repeating over and over.

Fox rushed to her side and kneeled down.

"Pilar what's going on? What happened?"

Just then the doctor walked out.

"I'm so sorry…we tried everything we could to save him…he just lost to much blood…"

"NO!!" Pilar let out an anguished cry.

Fox stroked her hair trying to calm her down he didn't understand what was going on.

"Doctor what happened?"

Before the doctor could answer, Fox saw her.

Sheridan.

"Where is Luis? Where is my husband? She yelled as she charged threw the door.

"Luis" fox whispered.

~Oh my god~

"Pilar where is he?" Sheridan yelled.

Pilar simply stood up and walked over to the young woman. The look on her face told her everything.

"No, not Luis! Where is he I need to be with him!" she yelled.

Pilar wrapped her arms around her, trying to calm her down.

"Pilar get off of me!" Sheridan tried to resist. Finally, after Pilar wouldn't let go, she gave up, crying into her shoulder.

Fox walked over to the doctor, wiping the freshly fallen tears away from his eyes.

"What happened to him?"

"He got shot on duty today down by the wharf…we tried everything, but there was to much internal damage. I'm so sorry for your loss." With that he walked away.

Fox couldn't believe it

Luis was dead.

Teresa's brother was dead.

After he made sure that Sheridan and Pilar were ok, he walked back to Teresa's room. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before going in.

"Hey you…where were you I was starting to get worried."

He couldn't look at her…instead; he simply pulled a chair up beside her bed and sat down.

Teresa could tell he had been crying.

"Fox what's wrong?" she asked, he voice dripping with fear.

"Teresa…"he began.

"What is it? What's going on?"

"I don't know how to tell you this." He said,

"For god's sake Fox, tell me!" what's is going on?"

He finally looked up into her eyes. He could see them searching his face, trying to figure out what was going on.

"It's Luis," he finally said.

"What about him? Is he ok?"

"He got shot Teresa."

She let out a loud gasp.

"But he's ok right…he has to be ok." she said pleadingly.

"Teresa…he didn't make it."

She sat there in shock.

"You're lying," she said coldly.

"Teresa, I'm so sorry-"

"NO!" she yelled. "He's not dead…why are you doing this to me Fox?"

"I'm not doing anything to you sweetheart. I promise on my life I am not making this up. I was there when the doctor came out."

"I don't believe you. You're wrong!" she screamed, jumping up from her bed and running out of the room.

"Shit" Fox said as he jumped up to chase after her.

"TERESA!" he yelled down the hall.

She was slowing down with each step, her body to weak to go on. Finally she just collapsed.

Fox ran to her, and wrapped her shaking body in his arms. He held her while she cried.

"I'm so sorry" he said stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

After a few minutes, she caught her breath.

"I want to see him," she said.

"Ok."

Fox slowly stood up. Then, he reached down and swooped her up in his arms. He carried her all the way to the ER.