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Chapter 35
John continued to drive as fast as he could; he finally got around all the snowplows and was headed towards the cabin. John stopped his car, grabbed his gun from the glove compartment and jumped out when he saw a car on the side of the road, from what he could see under all the snow that was piling on it, it fit the description of Chris' car, his nerves set in when he looked inside it thru the open car door and didn't see her, he did however see a piece of white fabric that must have ripped off of her wedding dress, he heard a rustling in the trees, not a rustling from the wind or from the storm it sounded like a person coming thru the trees, he pulled out his gun and he saw him, the Son of a Bitch who took her.
Chris was holding the back of his head as he almost blindly walked towards his car, he didn't see John there till he heard his voice.
"Where is she!" John yelled at him, as he got closer with his gun "What the hell did you do with her?" John again questioned, Chris seemed to be hurt but John just didn't give a shit. He pulled at Chris' arms and Chris didn't put up a fight.
"I said where is she?" John yelled into Chris's face, hitting him in the stomach with the butt of his gun.
"I don't know, she hit me with something " Chris told John and John wasn't sure if he should believe him or not. John grabbed Chris and dragged him over to Chris's car. Grabbing the handcuffs from his own car and he cuffed one of Chris's hands and then brought him over to his car and he handcuffed him to the steering wheel leaving him there as he started back to his car so he could go look for her.
"You can't leave me here, I'll freeze to death"
"That's what you deserve, you bastard" John said hitting Chris in the face, then got in his car and started to drive again. He didn't know where to look for her, which direction to go so he stopped the car briefly for a second, closed his eyes, and thought about their baby, he opened them back up and he drove the car in the direction he felt was right, the direction his body was leading him, as if leading him back to his heart.
A few minutes later, not knowing why, but he stopped his car abruptly. He got out of it and started to look around. He closed his eyes hoping it would work again, hoping he would get a feeling to where she was. When he didn't, he opened his eyes, unsettled, then he saw it again, the man and the boy having a snowball fight, this had to be it, he thought, no, he knew. He ran over to the spot where he had just seen it, the snowball fight, he looked down and all he saw was white with strands of red hair mixed in. he instantly without thought picked her up out of the snow, he pulled her body close to his trying to give her his warmth as he carried her to his car.
John laid her in the front seat flat next to him as he raced back towards Llanview.
John drove even faster heading back than he had getting here, he was moving quicker. The plows had done their job and the snow seemed to be letting up. He put his hand on her face and felt that she was still ice cold. He had felt her pulse when he picked her up and it had been weak. She was just so cold and she hadn't woken yet, he had thrown his coat over her when he placed her in the car, he thought about aiming the heating vents from the car all towards her but remembered that, that forced hot air at this point wasn't a good thing. John kept trying to get a call out from his cell phone but for the longest time he couldn't get a signal, he tried again and this time his call went thru, he called Bo, told him he had her and that he was racing her to the hospital, although it would have served Chris right to be left out to die in the snow, he informed Bo where he could find him.
John got off the phone with Bo and he started to pray again, pray that he found her in time, he looked over at her and she still was unresponsive, her lips weren't even chattering, she wasn't moving, he remembered what he had learned years ago when he was at Quantico, that this wasn't a good thing, he touched her cold face with one hand as he drove as fast as possible to get her to the hospital.
"Natalie, Natalie babe, can you hear me, I'm taking you to the hospital, you're going to be alright, you'll be fine, they'll get you warm" John told her softly as he pushed the tears that were forming in his eye's away. Now wasn't the time for them, it wasn't the time to lose hope.
John arrived at the hospital in what could have been record timing considering there was a snow storm occurring, he picked her up out of his car gently and ran her inside to the emergency room, a few nurses saw him run in with her and they grabbed a gurney and rolled her quickly into an exam room as they scrambled to find a Doctor to check her, John tried to follow but one of the nurses told him to stay put for a few minutes so he didn't get in the way of the Doctors, John was about to protest but he didn't, all he did do was call out to the nurses as they whisked her away into a room.
"She's pregnant" He called out loudly so they could hear, one nurse turned to him and asked how far a long she was and he told her a little over four months.
John was standing motionless and breathing heavy when Nat's family arrived at the hospital, Michael and his family were also with them and they approached John, Michael thought it best to approach him first, Michael walked up to John, who seem to be zoning out to everyone around.
"John how is she?" Michael asked then he saw his brother's face. It wasn't good, he didn't look good, was in shock, or was it something more. After a few minutes of motionless silence John spoke but only a few words.
"Not sure, not sure she and the baby are coming out of this Mike" he said softly as he just stared down the hall at the room they had taken Natalie into.
"She was so cold, she wasn't dressed for it, sh--" John said as he started to walk away, Michael grabbed his wrist to get his attention.
"Was she unconscious?" Mikey asked and John nodded yes. "How long John, how long was she out for?"
"I don't know Mikey, I just don't know"
"I'll go see what I can find out" Michael told him
"I'll be in the chapel, come and get me when you know something" John told him as they both turned to walk in different directions, John walked passed the Buchanan's without words and was walking towards the chapel when he saw a gurney being pushed into the Emergency room.
John looked on the gurney and it was Chris, he was awake and they had him strapped to the gurney, Bo was following closely behind the gurney.
Chris was shivering but he was awake, of course he was, he had a coat. John saw his shivering awake face and lost it, he turned to Chris on the gurney and started to pound on him.
"You Son of a Bitch, you're the one that deserves to die, you did this. You!" he screamed at Chris getting in a few good punches before Bo had a chance to pull him off. John retreated back as soon as Bo pulled him off of Chris; he walked again without any other words to the Chapel.
John sat in the front of the chapel, he wasn't sure how else to ask, how else to pray, how else to beg for her to be alright, he had been praying and begging for God to take care of her since he realized she was gone, to take care of them, to bring them back to him, safe and sound. As he sat and looked around the chapel he actually started to get mad, mad at his dad, the dream they had, the one they seem to have at the same time as they both died to speak, he told them it would be alright, everything would be alright.
"You promised Dad, you promised, if you've got any pull up there, any at all, Please, please let them be alright, please dad, please" John said as his knees feel off the chair and he was kneeling down on the floor in front of the alter. His tears came, they all came, the ones he had been pushing back today, and even the ones he never shed, not ever, not even when his dad died.
That was how Clint had found him, when he came into the chapel, he went right up to him, and he abruptly pulled him up off the ground.
"What the heck do you think you are doing!" Clint yelled at him sternly as he pulled him up off the floor.
"My daughter doesn't need a weakling, she definitely doesn't deserve one, get your act together son, and lets see your strength my daughter talks so much about" John stood dumbfounded by his words, he said nothing back
"Pull yourself together, cause you losing it now isn't gonna help Natalie or your baby" Clint told him and he left the chapel
