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Chapter 8-Nothing Can Go Right
Jack nodded in approval as he looked at the final x-ray, Mark and Amanda looking over his shoulder, and Steve sitting in the background, waiting to be told what was going on.
" He got pretty lucky," Jack started, " he didn't damage anything with that last stunt of his."
" Yep, and now that he's breathing on his own, we can put him into a normal room." Amanda smiled at that last comment, it would be easier to talk to the boy without him running away.
" Well, what are we waiting for, lets go see him!" Exclaimed Steve.
" No, not yet, let him get some rest. He might be breathing on him own, but he's not out of the woods yet. We need to look out for infection, and a multitude of other things." Jack stated, " In any case, he's still to weak to talk to anyone. Sure he will be able to say a few words, but that will probably wear him out. Sorry Steve, you can talk to him tomorrow."
Steve nodded in understanding before getting up from him seat and taking out his cell phone. " I need to call the precinct, tell them that our key witness is going to be okay."
He waited shortly for the other end of the phone to be picked up, and when it was, he started to talk.
" Sloan here, we....Wha....No, nobody notified me....Yeah, I got it, I'll be there as soon as I can." Steve closed his phone and turned slowly toward his friends.
" What is it?" Mark asked, worry evident on his face.
" It's, well," Stave hesitated for a second, not quite sure of how to put what he was about to say. " The killer got away."
Everyone stared at Steve, now it was there turn of not being sure of what to say, Jack was the one who broke the silence. " I don't think Jesse's going to testify now."
Marcus again sat quietly next to his friend, except, this time, the room was missing its many machines. He smiled slightly when he noted, for the first time, that Jesse hadn't changed at all, mainly in height. It was what everyone made fun of him about. But Jesse had never cared, never paid attention to those rude comments. What he had paid attention to were the bullies, just like now.
Jesse had always, despite everyone's protests, tried to resin with the bullies, but instead, had wound up in a dumpster. The irony; this case was no different then the rest. Except one thing; nobody's life had been threatened before, well, not really anyway.
"I'm sorry." Marcus looked down at his friend when he heard the groggy and hoarse remark. A small smile lit up his face when he saw Jesse looking up at him. But then he became serious again.
"Sorry about what Jess?" He asked gently, squeezing the young man's hand reassuringly. Jesse was about to answer, but the coughing fit beat him to it.
"Shhh, Jesse, relax, it's okay, it's alright buddy." After a minute of squirming around in the bed, trying to get the coughs to subside, Jesse finally lay still on the bed, breathing deeply to get himself under control.
Looking around, Marcus found a cup of chipped ice next to him, and gently put the chips in Jesse's mouth. Jesse let them melt in his mouth before talking again.
"About everything...About.. This.... And" Jesse stopped, trying to find the right thing to say, "About Justin, and.... And Anna." Now, the small man on the bed knew that he had struck a very sensitive part of his friend, but he had to say it. Anna was Marcus's daughter, well, she had been before a drunk driver hit her while she was crossing the street. She was only five.
Marcus took in a shaky breath, remembering how, both Justin, and Anna, had secom to the same fate. "It wasn't you're fault Jesse, none of this is." Marcus tried to hold back the tears that welled up in his eye's, tried to prove to his friend, that things happened, and they weren't his fault.
"But Justin, he's in a coma, it was my fault, it happened because he tried to save me."
In a coma...Marcus thought. Justin had been in a coma for a few days after the incident, but had later flat lined. Marcus realized, that after all these years, Jesse still couldn't register the fact that Justin was dead. And why should he, that accident left everyone traumatized, but, out of everyone, Jesse took it the worst. But Marcus wasn't going to tell him, not yet, not while he was still vulnerable. The young medic could see Jesse was getting tired, and so, decided to leave and let him rest.
"You get some sleep, ya here?" Marcus said with a small smile, and, as a response, he got pleading eyes, begging him not to go. "Jess, you need to get some sleep, please buddy." Jesse stared at him for a while before nodding, and relaxing into the comfortable pillows behind him. "Bye buddy." Whispered Marcus as he left the room.
Steve slumped over his desk, ignoring the pile of paper work that lay in front, not to mention on both sides, of him. He had been avoiding it for quite a while, longer the usual. But there was one file that he couldn't ignore, couldn't push to the back of his mind. He got away, how the hell did he get away!? Steve screamed at himself, while picking up the folder that sat on his desk, somehow managing to stay away from the rest of the mess. He opened it, staring at the face of the first victim. Well, the first victim in LA anyway. Not quite sure what to do, Steve got up from his uncomfortable chair. Well, it had been comfortable when he had come into his office.... Six hours ago.
Stretching, Steve grabbed his coat and walked to the door, just in time to be stopped be Captain Newman. A young uniformed officer accompanied him, and Steve recognized the man as the cop that was supposed to have been guarding their prisoner.
"Sloan, you remember Officer Martins, don't you?" His captain started, while the man beside shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"Yes sir." Steve mumbled, tired, but curious about how the killer had gotten away.
"Well, go ahead, tell him." Captain Newman lightly shoved Officer Martins forward, urging him to tell Steve what he had just told him.
"Well," The young man started, slightly unsure of himself. "I don't know how, but the guy had a gun, and this is after they checked him and got him into his clothes. He forced us to open the door, and on his way out, he took our guns, radios, and practically everything else on our belts. Then, ran off, don't know where he went after that." Martins stopped and looked up at Steve, who looked shocked at what he had just heard.
"You're dismissed Officer." Captain Newman said before looking back at Steve. "Looks like we have some dirty cops on our hands." He said to his still bewildered Lt.
"How's Jesse?" Asked Jack as he saw Marcus coming out of the room.
"He woke up for a little while, he's asleep now." Marcus looked through the window at his friend.
"And how about you?" Jack questioned, now noticing how pale his colleague looked. He knew how stressful the past few days had been.
"Fine, tired, but fine." Marcus responded with a grin, still staring at Jesse. "So, the guy that caused all of this, he's locked up, right?"
Jack sighed, not wanting to be the one to have to tell Marcus the his friend was going to have to go through a lot more hell before this was all over. It had been a painful journey for all of them, and now, their newly recruited passenger, was stuck on the slowly sinking bout along with his old friend.
"No, he..Well, he got out." Jack would have said more, but words seemed to fail him as he stared at Marcus' shocked expression.
AN: Sorry for the short chapter. I know you guys had to wait a really long time, and this probably wasn't what you expected, but I've been getting really lazy, and had to add a twist before I continued. Oh, and, I know that Captain Newman wasn't around until later, but, I felt like putting him in instead of making up my own person...See, I told you... I'M LAZY! But summer break is almost here, and I'm sure I'll be able to update more often, but here's a sneak preview to the next part....
"Jesse, I'm sorry, but, he got away.." Steve trailed off, not quite sure if he should say anything else.
"What... But how, that....No."
"You have to testify against him" Mark said, knowing fully well that the young patient had no intention of doing that.
"I...I can't..." Jesse looked down at the white hospital sheets, remembering all the letters, and the pictures.
"Why Jesse, why can't you testify?" Steve asked, waiting for the young man to respond...
I'm hoping that that in some small amount, has made up for this miniature chapter. Sorry again.
Chapter 8-Nothing Can Go Right
Jack nodded in approval as he looked at the final x-ray, Mark and Amanda looking over his shoulder, and Steve sitting in the background, waiting to be told what was going on.
" He got pretty lucky," Jack started, " he didn't damage anything with that last stunt of his."
" Yep, and now that he's breathing on his own, we can put him into a normal room." Amanda smiled at that last comment, it would be easier to talk to the boy without him running away.
" Well, what are we waiting for, lets go see him!" Exclaimed Steve.
" No, not yet, let him get some rest. He might be breathing on him own, but he's not out of the woods yet. We need to look out for infection, and a multitude of other things." Jack stated, " In any case, he's still to weak to talk to anyone. Sure he will be able to say a few words, but that will probably wear him out. Sorry Steve, you can talk to him tomorrow."
Steve nodded in understanding before getting up from him seat and taking out his cell phone. " I need to call the precinct, tell them that our key witness is going to be okay."
He waited shortly for the other end of the phone to be picked up, and when it was, he started to talk.
" Sloan here, we....Wha....No, nobody notified me....Yeah, I got it, I'll be there as soon as I can." Steve closed his phone and turned slowly toward his friends.
" What is it?" Mark asked, worry evident on his face.
" It's, well," Stave hesitated for a second, not quite sure of how to put what he was about to say. " The killer got away."
Everyone stared at Steve, now it was there turn of not being sure of what to say, Jack was the one who broke the silence. " I don't think Jesse's going to testify now."
Marcus again sat quietly next to his friend, except, this time, the room was missing its many machines. He smiled slightly when he noted, for the first time, that Jesse hadn't changed at all, mainly in height. It was what everyone made fun of him about. But Jesse had never cared, never paid attention to those rude comments. What he had paid attention to were the bullies, just like now.
Jesse had always, despite everyone's protests, tried to resin with the bullies, but instead, had wound up in a dumpster. The irony; this case was no different then the rest. Except one thing; nobody's life had been threatened before, well, not really anyway.
"I'm sorry." Marcus looked down at his friend when he heard the groggy and hoarse remark. A small smile lit up his face when he saw Jesse looking up at him. But then he became serious again.
"Sorry about what Jess?" He asked gently, squeezing the young man's hand reassuringly. Jesse was about to answer, but the coughing fit beat him to it.
"Shhh, Jesse, relax, it's okay, it's alright buddy." After a minute of squirming around in the bed, trying to get the coughs to subside, Jesse finally lay still on the bed, breathing deeply to get himself under control.
Looking around, Marcus found a cup of chipped ice next to him, and gently put the chips in Jesse's mouth. Jesse let them melt in his mouth before talking again.
"About everything...About.. This.... And" Jesse stopped, trying to find the right thing to say, "About Justin, and.... And Anna." Now, the small man on the bed knew that he had struck a very sensitive part of his friend, but he had to say it. Anna was Marcus's daughter, well, she had been before a drunk driver hit her while she was crossing the street. She was only five.
Marcus took in a shaky breath, remembering how, both Justin, and Anna, had secom to the same fate. "It wasn't you're fault Jesse, none of this is." Marcus tried to hold back the tears that welled up in his eye's, tried to prove to his friend, that things happened, and they weren't his fault.
"But Justin, he's in a coma, it was my fault, it happened because he tried to save me."
In a coma...Marcus thought. Justin had been in a coma for a few days after the incident, but had later flat lined. Marcus realized, that after all these years, Jesse still couldn't register the fact that Justin was dead. And why should he, that accident left everyone traumatized, but, out of everyone, Jesse took it the worst. But Marcus wasn't going to tell him, not yet, not while he was still vulnerable. The young medic could see Jesse was getting tired, and so, decided to leave and let him rest.
"You get some sleep, ya here?" Marcus said with a small smile, and, as a response, he got pleading eyes, begging him not to go. "Jess, you need to get some sleep, please buddy." Jesse stared at him for a while before nodding, and relaxing into the comfortable pillows behind him. "Bye buddy." Whispered Marcus as he left the room.
Steve slumped over his desk, ignoring the pile of paper work that lay in front, not to mention on both sides, of him. He had been avoiding it for quite a while, longer the usual. But there was one file that he couldn't ignore, couldn't push to the back of his mind. He got away, how the hell did he get away!? Steve screamed at himself, while picking up the folder that sat on his desk, somehow managing to stay away from the rest of the mess. He opened it, staring at the face of the first victim. Well, the first victim in LA anyway. Not quite sure what to do, Steve got up from his uncomfortable chair. Well, it had been comfortable when he had come into his office.... Six hours ago.
Stretching, Steve grabbed his coat and walked to the door, just in time to be stopped be Captain Newman. A young uniformed officer accompanied him, and Steve recognized the man as the cop that was supposed to have been guarding their prisoner.
"Sloan, you remember Officer Martins, don't you?" His captain started, while the man beside shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"Yes sir." Steve mumbled, tired, but curious about how the killer had gotten away.
"Well, go ahead, tell him." Captain Newman lightly shoved Officer Martins forward, urging him to tell Steve what he had just told him.
"Well," The young man started, slightly unsure of himself. "I don't know how, but the guy had a gun, and this is after they checked him and got him into his clothes. He forced us to open the door, and on his way out, he took our guns, radios, and practically everything else on our belts. Then, ran off, don't know where he went after that." Martins stopped and looked up at Steve, who looked shocked at what he had just heard.
"You're dismissed Officer." Captain Newman said before looking back at Steve. "Looks like we have some dirty cops on our hands." He said to his still bewildered Lt.
"How's Jesse?" Asked Jack as he saw Marcus coming out of the room.
"He woke up for a little while, he's asleep now." Marcus looked through the window at his friend.
"And how about you?" Jack questioned, now noticing how pale his colleague looked. He knew how stressful the past few days had been.
"Fine, tired, but fine." Marcus responded with a grin, still staring at Jesse. "So, the guy that caused all of this, he's locked up, right?"
Jack sighed, not wanting to be the one to have to tell Marcus the his friend was going to have to go through a lot more hell before this was all over. It had been a painful journey for all of them, and now, their newly recruited passenger, was stuck on the slowly sinking bout along with his old friend.
"No, he..Well, he got out." Jack would have said more, but words seemed to fail him as he stared at Marcus' shocked expression.
AN: Sorry for the short chapter. I know you guys had to wait a really long time, and this probably wasn't what you expected, but I've been getting really lazy, and had to add a twist before I continued. Oh, and, I know that Captain Newman wasn't around until later, but, I felt like putting him in instead of making up my own person...See, I told you... I'M LAZY! But summer break is almost here, and I'm sure I'll be able to update more often, but here's a sneak preview to the next part....
"Jesse, I'm sorry, but, he got away.." Steve trailed off, not quite sure if he should say anything else.
"What... But how, that....No."
"You have to testify against him" Mark said, knowing fully well that the young patient had no intention of doing that.
"I...I can't..." Jesse looked down at the white hospital sheets, remembering all the letters, and the pictures.
"Why Jesse, why can't you testify?" Steve asked, waiting for the young man to respond...
I'm hoping that that in some small amount, has made up for this miniature chapter. Sorry again.