"Who's here for Jacob Rachet?" M.O.M stood up and looked at the doctor.
"I'm here to take him into custody."
"I'm terribly sorry ma'am, he died on the operating table." M.O.M and Gerad Msytery both looked angry and astonished but Diana, she was just angry.
"THAT BASTARD DIED ON THE OPERATING TABLE! HE GOT THE EASY WAY OUT WHILE MY BROTHER IS IN THERE FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE!" Diana ran into the operating room and walked up to the body.
"She can't go in there!" The doctor cried. "Sec-"
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that." M.O.M flashed her badge and ran in after Diana. The black haired woman just stopped her from decapitating the dead bodies head and held her back. Diana struggled in her grip for a few minutes before calming down. Diana's knees gave way and she fell to the floor, sobbing.
"THAT-THAT BASTARD HE-" Diana couldn't form a sentence, "MY BROTHER-MY BROTHERS IN THERE DYING BECAUSE-" Diana sobbed harder, "HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE AND THIS GUY...THIS GUY GETS AWAY SCOT FREE!" Tears soaked her face as she pounded her fists in M.O.M's uniform. M.O.M did the only thing she could do, and held Diana till she cried herself to exhaustion. Diana collapsed into the woman and she was still crying.
"He's got to be okay," M.O.M carried Diana out of the room and put her on a stretcher where a doctor took her to a room to give her something to keep her calm. Billy went with the doctor on M.O.M's orders. Gerad Mystery looked at the woman then back at the operating room Martin was in.
"My boy...he's dying in there and..."
"He'll live. He has to," M.O.M looked at the broken father, "If he doesn't Diana will probably bring him back to life with her anger. When did you get the call?"
"24 hours ago. I took the fastest flight I could. He has to live...I've been so mean to him over the years. I blamed him and...I've doubted him...I have so much to make up for. I can't lose my chance to make it up to him. I owe him that much." Gerad Mystery hid his face in his hands, exhaustion taking him over.
"He'll be okay." The rest of the night was spent in silence. Soon the doors to the operating room doors opened and a doctor came out.
"Mr. Mystery. M.O.M." The doctor looked at them, "I used to work for the you-know-what." Mr. Mystery only nodded and looked at the doctor.
"Hows my son?"
"We're lucky. The bullet didn't hit anything vital." Relief washed over both adults sitting in the chairs, "It'll be a bit before he wakes up and I want to observe him for at least a week to see if there are any complications but otherwise..." the doctor looked away, silence taking in the waiting room again."It was one my girls that was killed by that...maniac." He looked at Gerad, "I just want to say your lucky because your children survived his attack. Thank you for investigating this. I'm Martin's personal doctor during his stay here. I really don't know how to thank your son and daughter."
"You've already done that. You saved his life." Gerad got up and shook the mans hand and hugged him. "Thank you." The grown man started to cry. The doctor hugged him back and led him toward the room Martin would be staying in. Martin wasn't so bad that he was in intensive care. He was placed in a room with two beds. Diana occupied one of them.
"Like I said, he'll be asleep for a while and he'll be in a lot of pain for at least a week. We stitched up the area where the bullet hit. It'll take a least a month for him to recover from that. It's a likely chance that his side will be tender for a long time so he'll have to be careful. In my opinion he should stay at home where there will be people to help him out. As for your daughter," the doctor looked over at Diana, "I think she'll be fine. She's had a bit of a scare but I do recomend some tharapy for both of them. I've seen this kind of thing before, gun victoms like this. They never fully recover and there will always be that fear but I suspect it will be your son who has the bigger fear. I'm not a professional though, so I couldn't tell you. I'll be checking up on both of them in an hour or two."
"Thank you...again."
"You just saved two peoples lives," M.O.M finished, "But we'll let you get back to work." The doctor left the room. "Lets let them rest." Gerad and M.O.M left the room, Billy was asleep in the chair and the siblings were sleeping on the beds.
The next day 6:30 am...
Diana opened her eyes and sat up. She had an iv attatched to her arm with a weird liquid flowing through her system. Whatever it was, it was keeping her calm. Right now she wished she could get angry but she couldn't. She looked over to her right and pulled back the curtain. Martin was sleeping in the bed next to her. An IV was in his arm as well but it had something different flowing through his system. He was pale but not as pale as he had been when he was brought into the operating room. Blankets covered his body and there was a red button by his hand when he woke up
Diana pushed her own red button and a nurse came in. "Yes, what would you like?" Diana's stomache made a sound and the nurse laughed quietly. "Okay, I'll get you some food but first, lay down." Diana nodded and complied. The nurse removed the IV and left the room to get Diana something to eat. The nurse returned a few minutes later with a tray of food and noticed Diana looking at her brother. "He's going to be fine."
"Oh! Sorry. I just...it's just..."
"I'm not sure what happened, well most of it at least but I heard he saved you." Diana looked at the nurse and nodded, "I'm sure you two were put through a very tough ordeal but it's over now. You're safe." Diana nodded but didn't really know what to say. So many guns had been pointed at her, by aliens and other creatures but none of them, none of them, had ever hurt her brother. Martin was always the strong one. He was always the one who saved the day and never let anything bad happen to her, if it did he stopped it and took care of her. Looking at her brother now, you wouldn't think that. Not with the IV in his arm or the breathing mask on his face.She had to help her brother get better, it was her turn to help him. Diana stood up and walked over to her brother. "Would you like to eat by him." Diana nodded again and the nurse moved her tray onto a table by Martin's bed. The nurse set a chair with soft cusions by the bed and helped Diana to the chair. "The drugs we gave you earlier are partially what is keeping you calm. They'll wear off in a couple of hours."
"You didn't have to do that." The nurse simply shook her head.
"It may seem an irrational action now but at the time you were really distraught. Don't you remember?" Truthfully, Diana didn't remeber what she had done the night before. She only remembered that she was very angry. A worried look came across her features and the nurse must have caught the look because she smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, "You didn't do anything bad."
"Thats good to know," She glanced back over at Martin.
"He's asleep right now. He'll wake up soon enough, once the drugs wear off. You better eat now, don't want to be too tired when your brother wakes up."
"Thanks. Is he-is he seriously hurt?"
"The bullet didn't hit anything vital. The bullet was just hard to reach so we had open him up a little bit to get it. He's got a fair amount of stitches on his right side and it'll take time for them heal, but other then that he'll be fine."
"What about mentally?" Diana asked knowing that her brother wouldn't react well to this kind of situation.
"Mentally...I can't really say. I didn't study in that department. I do suggest that you talk to him though. He seems like the strong silent type, at least when it comes to personal issues."
"Yeah...that's not one of his best traits."
"Many people do that, to show that they can be strong like everyone else. It's a normal human reaction, at least to me." Diana nodded, not sure about what to say at this point. "Have a good day. I'll be back to check both your vitals later."
"Wait! Please?"
"Yes," the nurse turned around and looked at Diana.
"When will we be able to check out."
"You, I'd say tonight and your brother...he's going to be here for at least a week." Diana frowned and looked down at her brother. "Is something wrong?"
"He doesn't like hosptials. He was at one once, when he was little. He had a bad case of pnemonia. (THat may be spelled incorrectly, if so then forgive me) He hasn't liked hospitals since." The nurse walked up to him and patted his other hand.
"Well, we'll make it a nice stay here for him then. Is that okay?" Diana nodded. She had no idea why she was being so protective of Martin, well she knew partly why but the other part of her didn't. The nurse left and walked out of the room leaving Diana alone with her brother.
"I'm sorry you had to end up here," Diana whispered, "I know you saved me and I love you for it. Why did you have to get yourself hurt in the process though?" Diana squeezed his hand more tightly, "I wish I knew what you were thinking right now. If I did...maybe I...maybe I could help." Diana brushed away a tear and started to eat the hosptial food. It wasn't that bad and it did fill her stomach.
"Diana?"
"Yes, what would you like?" She asked looking up to see who it was. Standing before her was Billy. He looked really down and it wasn't hard to guess why. "He hasn't woken up yet. You can sit here and wait if you like." Billy nodded and took a seat in the chair on the other side of the bed. "Billy, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"What was I like when they brought Martin in?" Billy opened his eyes wide and looked away from Diana. "Billy! Tell me...please?"
"Well..." Billy looked at her again, "I wasn't there right away. I got there when M.O.M got there. When they announched that the man responsible for the attacks died on the operating table you just...you just ran in. I heard you shouting but I don't know what you were shouting and then M.O.M walked out with you in her arms. You must have feinted because you were out of it for awhile.
"Really?" Billy nodded and Diana looked at her feet, "I must have been pretty mad."
"Pretty mad, if looks could kill everyone in that room would have been dead on the spot." Billy laughed queitly and looked at Martin. A frown crossed his face and a sad empty look filled his eyes. "Martin..."
"What about Martin?"
"He looks different...doesn't he?" Diana looked at her brother again. He did look different. A frown was placed on his lips and he looked like he was in pain. "It's like...all the happiness has been drained out of him."
"Yeah, I bet he is dreaming of that guy and...and the...the gun." Diana closed her eyes, trying to block the image of her brother bleeding that sprang up.
"What did he...what did he do after he was shot?"
"He asked if I was okay. At first he thought...at first he thought I was bleeding but...but it wasn't me. I felt around and there was no wound. That's when I realized it was him." Diana looked down, tears in her eyes, "I can't believe he risked his life to save mine. How...how stupid."
"Why is it stupid?"
"If I hadn't run off he would have been fine..." Diana curled her hand into a fist for a moment then let it go and took hold of Martin's hand, "I hope he wakes up soon."
"Me too." Billy sat down on the other side of the bed and watched the heart monitor measure every heart beat. "I hope it's soon."