A/N: Sorry everyone for the gigantic delay. I never thought that I was going to finish this story, but thanks to one persistent reader, I managed to squeeze the rest of the story out of my brain and onto paper. So enjoy the last chapter!

Chapter 11

"Do you recognize him?" Romano left his spot next to Elizabeth to come see who had been previously under that mask. He might not have recognized him; he probably didn't. . . But I did. I knew who it was.

I slowly nodded to Romano's question of recognition just trying to figure out how the hell I was going to tell Abby. Little did I know, she was in the room, staring at the figure on the floor.

"John." Her face was as white as a ghost as she gazed into the eyes of the man who had almost killed us all; the eyes of her little brother.

I quickly approached her, as if not to startle her, or make anything worse than it already was. As I reached her, she practically fell onto me, crying. "Abby."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just held her. "What's going on?" Elizabeth asked, not knowing whom the shooter had turned out to be. "He's. . . " I paused, thinking that if I said who it was, Abby would get even more upset. "He's just – "

"He's my brother." Abby stifled a response in between her sobs to answer Elizabeth's question.

Abby slowly backed away from me and approached Eric's still form. She knelt down to check his pulse, "John" She called out, this time her tone was different; jumpier. "He has a pulse. John he's alive, get over here."

I was quick to hustle over to Abby's side. Eric was alive and Abby needed me to help him no matter what he may have done. I reached down to feel the pulse in his neck when I saw his arm start to move.

"Eric?" I firmly pressed my knuckles onto his chest, hoping to get a response. "Eric, you with me?" He winced at the sharp pain that was now pulsating through his chest, and at the shock of it, his arm reached out and took a painful grip onto my left hand. "Eric, Eric, it's okay. We're going to help you, okay?"

I quickly got up and ran to the door, needing to get help desperately. "Make sure he doesn't fall asleep, Abby." I said before running out of Doc's to see Kerry in the crowd. "Kerry!" I called out. "Kerry, go into the hospital and get as many doctors and supplies as you can!" Without saying a word, she nodded, and did just as I said.

I rushed right back to Eric, seeing that he was getting worse and worse as I stood there, waiting for help to come. I knew that we couldn't move him ourselves; it was too far, and the bullet would was too severe that if we tried and move him, he could bleed out.

I silently looked around to make sure that everyone was okay, and I quietly told Vicky to go. I knew this wasn't where she should be; watching us work on a wounded man who tried to kill her brother. "Go find Bobby," I said, "Make sure that he's okay."

Abby had stopped crying, but was suddenly in a state of shock. She just sat there, staring at her brother, doing absolutely nothing.

"Eric." She whispered. "Eric?" Her eyes rose from his cold face to meet my eyes. We both looked back down at him to see that he had stopped breathing. I reached my index finger to his neck, realizing that he now had no pulse, either.

"We're here!" I looked up to see Kerry, Deb, Luka, and Pratt enter the room, handing off supplies to Susan, Elizabeth, and Romano. They were all going to help the man who could have killed them all.

"He stopped breathing." I informed them while they all rushed over. I got up on my knees to start CPR, but the minute I pumped down on his chest, I felt something abnormal. Confused, I quickly ripped off his jacket to reveal his chest covered with explosives and a detonator. I had just pressed the detonator. . .

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