Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
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A/N: This is my first W/A fic so be nice.
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Chapter 15
The whirl of the helicopter blades could not deafen the sounds of Alex's erractic breathing. Her body was finally shutting down, the strain of the past days catching up with her, both physically and mentally. She cried out for Walker, even though he held her tight to him the entire time, her delirium rising to new levels. She spoke of their child, of how beautiful she was, and Walker had to look away from her face. How could she speak of the future when she was dying in his arms? It was unfair; it was fate deciding he had waited too long to tell her how he felt.
No sound was more wonderful than the sound of the blades slowing down when they reached the hospital. Walker watched as they lay Alex on a stretcher and started to wheel her away. He was about to follow when CD stopped him.
"Cordell, she is in good hands now. Why don't we let them take a look at her?"
Walker stopped in his tracks, all the grief welling up in him, and he sank to his knees. Within seconds medical people were at his side, placing him on his own gurney and whisking him away.
"Will he be all right?"
"Only if that little lady is, because if she leaves us, then Cordell won't be far behind."
Trivette and CD followed the gurney Walker was now laying on, either unconscious or alseep. Both knew Walker needed to be checked over for injuries, for he was not one to admit when he was hurt or sick.
Two hours later a young doctor came out of the room and approached CD. "Your friend will be fine. He has a few cuts and bruises, and he is suffering from exhaustion, but other than that he should be well enough to leave by tomorrow. We would however like to keep him here overnight for observation. You two might as well go and get yourself a good nights sleep and come back for your friend tomorrow."
"We can't leave yet. How about the lady that came in? How is she doing?"
The doctor grew somber, his features giving away all the illusions of of uncertaintity he was trying to hide. "Your lady friend is not doing so well. The doctors are still trying to stabilize her, but they say it is not going well."
"Will she make it, doctor, that is what we want to know. Don't beat around the bush, come right out and say it," CD pleaded.
"I just don't know..." was all the doctor could tell them.
"What kind of answer is that? Aren't you the doctor here?" Trivette said, growing annoyed and scared.
"Look, her injuries are so many. She has mulitple lacerations to her abdomen and several other areas of her body, she has a head injury, and her body is rejecting any medicines given intravenous or otherwise. I am afraid unless we find some way to help her, she will not make it."
The truth hit both of them hard. CD and Trivette stood for a second letting what the doctor said sink in. There would be no more Alex, no more teasing her about how she gave Walker sweaters, or how she tricked him into wearing the suit for the wedding that turned out to be a date to some uptown premiere.
"Wait!" Trivette yelled, "the Culliver brothers gave her some sort of poison." Trivette quickly told the doctor the name of the poison in hopes that it would mean something to him and in hopes that Alex would be better, but the grave look on his face didn't give either of them much hope.
"The poison you speak of is very new. We only have experimental drugs to combat the poison and I do not know if they will help your friend since the drug has been in her system for so long. If you have a pastor, now would be the time to call him," the doctor said, before leaving them both to go and seek out helping Alex.
"Not very hopeful, is he?" Trivette said, sitting down in a chair in the waiting room.
"Jimmy, better to be aware than have him give us a false sense of security. At least we know what we are in for."
Both of them sat there tired, hungry, and all but falling asleep, until CD stood and stretched his legs.
"Where are you going at this hour?" Trivette asked.
"The only place I know to go for help. I am going to the chapel, Jimmy, and I am going to pray for that little lady."
While Trivette and CD sat in the chapel praying for Alex, Walker stood up from his bed and walked over to where Alex was lying in hers. There were tubes coming out of everywhere to the point Walker was afraid to touch her for fear he would hurt her or pull one of the tubes out. He settled for holding her hand while he sat by her bed.
Laying in front of him was the woman he had pledged his life too. He had bought the ring weeks before, but never could find the right moment to give it to her. Pulling the ring from his pants pocket, Walker picked up her fragile hand and placed the ring on her finger.
"This is so you know how much I love you when you wake up," he told the still form of Alex.
Alex's heart monitor beeped, and Walker smiled. "See, I knew you could hear me."
He sat down in the chair next to her bed. Several doctors and nurses tried to usher him back to bed, but the refusals and threats that he would handcuff himself to her bed finally had them all leaving the room. Now that they were alone again, Walker spoke to Alex.
"You spoke of a child, a girl that you saw. I bet she has your eyes, and I hope she has your hair, and not mine. I want to marry you, Alex. I want to raise many children with you, watch their first steps, and show them the love that I have for you. You know I am no good at all the mushy stuff you like so much, but I would wear a thousand tuxedos and attend a thousand more luncheons if you would just wake up and show me those beautiful blue eyes of yours."
Walker heard the beep of the heart monitor again, but his own heart began to race when the beeping got faster and faster. Before he knew it, Alex was seizing, her whole body rising off the bed with each intake of breath.
"Alex! It will be all right, just hang in there," Walker pleaded as he rushed to the door and called for the nurse, doctor, anyone who would come.
Walker was shoved to the corner of the room as doctors and nurses flooded into the room. He watched as Alex's body continued to jerk and twist on the bed, how her fists were clenched into tight balls. He was still in the corner when Trivette and CD ran in.
Both men spotted Walker standing in the corner, his eyes riveted to where they were working on Alex.
"Walker, what happened?"
"I dunno, one minute I was sitting there talking to her and the next she started having problems."
All three watched, and even CD had tears rolling down his face, as the doctors and nurses pulled tubes out and added new ones.
"She looks so helpless laying there," CD said, his words cut off by the alarm on the monitor.
It didn't take long for any of them to notice Alex had stopped thrashing about and now lay still, almost deathlike on the bed. The crash cart was wheeled to the side of the bed and Walker watched as Alex's lifeless body remained just that -- lifeless. It wasn't until the second attempt that he saw her hand had fallen over the side of the bed and on her finger was the ring he had given her. A symbol of his love, his pledge to her forever, its shine fading like the life in Alex.
"No!" he yelled and started towards the bed. Trivette and CD tried to stop him, but he pushed past them both to stand next to the end of the bed while they worked on her. Trivette and CD both loved Alex as one of their own family and they, too, joined Walker by the bed, wanting to be there with her should her life slip away. Prayers were said, tears had fallen, and the jerk of Alex's body each time sent shivers down their spine. Had it all come to this, had they survived the Culliver brothers just to watch Alex die in front of their eyes?
Walker grabbed Alex's hand that had fallen over the side of the bed and held onto it tightly, willing his life force into her, begging the great gods to spare her.
"Charge to three sixty," they heard the doctor say.
"But she has been flatlined for more than a minute doctor," the nurse said, before realizing that Trivette and CD both were staring daggers at her.
One last try was going to determine whether Alex would stay here with him or be whisked away to the other side to join his mother an father. Walker wiped the tears from his face and kissed Alex's hand, then all three watched, hearts clenching as the final jolt of electricity coursed through her body.