Disclaimer: See previous chapters
A/N: Okay, sorry 'bout the long wait but I used the word shit in a summary and got banned from posting for a really long time, so please accept my deepest apologies. I will be gone for a week, but I'll try to post as soon as I come back.
Also, in regards to a certain review that I got from someone named Team Bitter1: 1) Shane had killed before and the reporters and stuff know about it, also, if they tested the woman's blood, obviously they would find it different from that of humans. 2) I don't really care that the cops aren't responsible for inmates, and obviously no one else but you really cares either, so bite me. 3) I have seen/read/heard about people who have severe damage to their lungs/other vital organs that are placed on respirators, so there. AND FINALLY: It's pretty freaking sad that you need an entire team of people to insult a single fanfic, also, if my story was killing so many of your useless brain cells why EXACTLY did you bother continuing to chapter 7? You could have just stopped after chapter 1. Or did that concept elude you?? If you and the rest of Team Bitter have anything else to say regarding my fanfic, please, keep it to yourself, as obviously I have wasted far too many of your precious brain cells as it is and I would hate it if you wasted what few you have left with further insulting a story which no one else seems to have a problem with, and that they, in fact, seem to like rather alot.Thank you for you rudeness and lack of character and need to have more than one person to flame. I very much dislike you, which I suppose was your intent.
To my other reviewers: Thank you so much for your support and kind words, it means so much to me. I would like to not that I don't mind flames, but having to gang up on someone to do so is really just very sad. Again, thank you SOOO much. Much love. -SAPH- Now to the story:
Jesse raced down the corridor at light speed, nearly colliding with several doctors, before skidding to a halt outside Brennan's room. "What the hell is happening? What's wrong with him?" Jesse shouted into the face of the nearest doctor.
"His heart failed; do you want us to try to save him?"
"YES!" Jesse yelled angrily. "OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO TRY AND SAVE HIM YOU MORON!! DON'T YOU DARE LET HIM DIE!!" He ran to Brennan's side and clasped his hand hard, despite the doctor's arguments.
"BRENNAN! YOU BETTER NOT DIE ON ME! WE NEED YOU! SHALIMAR IS AWAKE AND SHE'S SCARED AND SHE LOVES YOU! NOW GET THAT CANDY-ASS HEART OF YOURS BEATING AGAIN!!" As if on command, the heart monitor blipped back to life. The doctors claim it was their doing, but Jesse knew that something he had said had jump started Brennan. Probably calling him a candy-ass. Brennan hated being insulted. The elemental's eyes flickered open.
"I heard that, jackass." He rasped, coughing painfully. Doctors milled around, looking confused as to Brennan's new return to life and consciousness. Jesse grinned and squeezed his hand harder.
"I knew that'd get you listening. And what right do you have to scare us like that you jerk?" Brennan smiled weakly, and then his eyes fluttered shut. "Okay, rest now, but we're going to have a serious talk about your cruel jokes later." In his sleep, Brennan smiled.
"His condition has greatly improved. I don't know what you did Mr. Kilmartin, but whatever it was, it worked."
"Is he stable?"
"Not yet. He's still in danger. We may lose him yet. But his chances of living are far better now than they were fifteen minutes ago."
"Rock on. I've got to tell Shalimar. You keep an eye him for me. If he decides to die again, call me immediately." The doctor nodded and Jesse left without another word.
Jesse entered Shalimar's room a few minutes later. Her head snapped up and her eyes were red-rimmed and tear-filled. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "He's okay." Jesse said and Shalimar let out a joyous sob. "The doctors say his chances of living have greatly improved. They don't know how, but it's cool."
"What happened?" Lexa asked.
"Well, Sparky up there went flat line and they couldn't get him to respond, so I yelled at him. I told him we needed him, I told him Shal was awake and scared for him and that she loves him....then I told him to get his candy-ass heart beating again, and well, it did." He grinned and chuckled quietly when Shalimar gave a small laugh.
"He hates being insulted." Shalimar smiled. "Thanks Jess."
"For what?"
"For taking care of him," She replied. He smiled and hugged her.
"Hey, Brennan," Shalimar sat in a wheel chair beside his bed, still in the ICU. She would have preferred to walk up there on her own, but, after much protest, relinquished her walking rights to the wishes of her doctors.
She held his hand tightly in her smaller one, rubbing her thumb over his cool flesh. "You've gotta wake up, baby. I need you to wake up." Her eyes flooded and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She knew what the doctors had said: 'His body has been traumatized by the two bullets. His heart has been affected. It is likely that he will not make it. You need to be prepared, if he doesn't.' She knew what they had said, but she refused to let him die. She would not let him leave her like this.
There were so many wires and tubes coming in and going out of Brennan's body that he was barely recognizable. He was hooked up to life support, a heart monitor, a respirator, IVs, and some other medical garbage she couldn't name. His skin was pale and ashy, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his chest rose so slightly that sometimes she wondered if he was breathing at all.
She was scared; undeniably, indescribably, scared for him. He had given up everything for her and now, as she looked upon him, lying there, hurt and probably dying, she was filled with this overwhelming guilt and sorrow. If she had just stayed off of that roof like he had asked, she never would've gotten shot and neither would he...And he wouldn't be here right now. They would've been home, laughing and talking together. But no, she had to be stubborn and stupid and go after the bad guy by herself...
She sighed shakily and a tear spilled down her cheek. She shouldn't psychoanalyze, she knew, but she couldn't help thinking of the 'what ifs'. What if Shane hadn't escaped? What if she hadn't argued with Brennan about her participation in the mission? What if she had waited for him before going to the roof? What if she had noticed Shane before he got a chance to sneak up on her? What if-?
But it was too late for those now. Here he was and here she was and it was too late to think about the things she could have or should have done differently. Right now she had to concentrate on Brennan. She wouldn't let him go. Not without a fight. If the Fates wanted to take him from her, they were gonna get one hell of a fight before she let them have him.
"I won't let you go. I won't." She said through gritted teeth and tears. "You can't leave me. I need you to much." She let herself go, tears running in streams down her cheeks. She buried her face in his bed sheets, laying her forehead on his arm. Her shoulders shook with sobs. "Please don't leave me. Please." She gasped through her tears. She inhaled sharply and snapped her head up when she felt his hand move. "Brennan?" She whispered, leaning closer to him. His eyes opened partially and he looked at her through heavily lidded eyes.
"Hey," he rasped weakly.
"Brennan." Shalimar sobbed, leaning forward to kiss him, her tears falling onto his face.
"I...didn't wanna leave...without...saying g-goodbye." He murmured.
"Don't talk like that. Please," she cried. "Please don't leave me. I need you."
"I...know. I'm...trying...I'm trying...to stay."
"Then stay," she pleaded. "Stay with me."
"I'm trying...I'm holding... on...for you...but...it hurts..."
"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to that roof top. If I hadn't, this never would have happened."
"No," he coughed painfully. "No, baby...this...this isn't y-your fault." He took a breath. "I-it's mine. If I...hadn't been...so obsessed...with getting Shane..." He coughed again.
"Shh...No more talk. Just rest. I need for you to stay with me. And for that your body needs to rest." She stroked his cheek with her hand gently, kissing his forehead as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. "Please don't leave me." New tears sprang into her eyes and she laid her head on his arm and cried.