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Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Violence
Chapter 41
"Mom, he's okay," Miracle said softly. "He's a cop. Helping me..."
Ella looked at her daughter, tears glimmering in her eyes. "What's wrong with her," she asked Finn, slowly lowering the gun.
"Fournier poisoned her, Mrs. Seanoa," Finn answered. "But help's on the way."
"God, no..." Ella whispered, rushing to her daughter's side.
"It's okay, Mama," Miracle said weakly, now too tired to keep coughing. "It's over. Finn caught him. He can't hurt you anymore."
A sob burst from Ella's throat as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Baby, if he takes you from me, I'll hurt the rest of my life." Her gaze shifted to Finn. "Where is he?"
"He's out front," Finn answered. "I blew his knees out."
"That's a good start, but not near enough," she replied, standing dazedly to her feet. She exited the cabin out the front door, cocking the gun in her hand.
Finn didn't bother trying to stop her. He'd wanted to kill Fournier as well, but he wasn't going to deprive Miracle's parents of the opportunity.
A loud shot rang out a few seconds later, and Miracle jolted slightly, a cry passing her lips. Her eyes became slightly glazed and she looked up at Finn.
He noted the gray tint to her skin despite the heat emitting from her slight frame. Her eyes were growing heavy, but he could see she had something to say to him.
"Finn..." she whispered, reaching for his hand.
He took her scorching hand in his and held on tight, "What is it, little lass?"
"Thank you."
Her breaths were coming faster and Finn didn't know how much longer she had.
He fought to swallow around the lump in his throat. The young girl had earned a special place in his heart. Before he could reply, she lurched upward, her hand slapping over her chest as she sobbed in torment. Writhing through her pain, she was unaware as Finn took her in his arms.
"Miracle! Hang on, baby," Finn said, stroking her hair back off her forehead. He became conscious of a "whop-whop-whop" growing louder and louder. "Help is almost here." He watched in horror as Miracle finally fell limp in his embrace, her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. "Miracle! Miracle, stay with me!" He patted her cheek trying to rouse her. But the girl remained unconscious, her head lolling as he tapped her cheek.
Suddenly, medical personnel flooded into the cabin and pulled Miracle out of his arms, immediately laying her on a gurney.
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Ella made her way out of the cabin, thankful that the harsh rain had let up. Immediately, she spotted Fournier lying on his back in the grass a few feet away, barely conscious. She dazedly stalked over to him, holding her head as she went.
Fournier's eyes shifted over to her as she stood above him, the gun pointed at his face.
"You won't kill me," he spoke softly, pain evident on his face and in his voice. "You're too softhearted to do something like that. You'll cave in, and let the Marshalls arrest me."
Ella looked down at him, a malicious glint in her eyes. "You might be right... Had you not hurt my daughter." She centered the gun's aim at his forehead. "But now... All I can think about is killing you. I'd love to make it slow and painful, however, I want to know that it gets done. Once and for all, Jacques Fournier—you are OUT of mine and my family's lives."
Before he even had a chance to say a word, Ella fired the gun, blasting a bullet through his skull and into his brain—finally ending him. She reached down and checked his pulse at his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found absolutely no sign of life left in the monster.
"Finally," she whispered to herself, more tears falling down her face. "It's finally over." She made her way back to the porch and leaned against the porch's railing, still dizzy from the hard hit to the head she took. Hearing a steady whop-whop-whop coming from the sky, she looked upward just as two helicopters became visible overhead. They were obviously headed for the cabin as the two aircrafts began descending.
Ignoring her swimming head, Ella instantly stood to her feet and stumbled her way to the middle of the yard, waving her hands at the helicopters and signaling to them for help.
"Please! Help us," she cried over the loud chopping of the rotary wings.
The copters both lowered to the ground and in the next instant, numerous people began exiting them.
"Ella Seanoa," one of them called out. "Are you Ella?"
"Yes," she sobbed, falling to her knees in relief as U. S. Marshalls and medical personnel surrounded her. She felt a blanket being draped around her. "Please, help my daughter. She's inside. She was-"
"Ella!"
She froze for a second, then rose to her feet, searching for the owner of the voice she'd know anywhere.
"J-Joe," she called softly. She thought she was crazy for a moment. Joe's dead, she thought sorrowfully. I'm hearing things. I have to be.
But there he was, emerging from the throng of U. S. Marshalls and medical team, and then standing right in front of her amongst all the people trying to help her.
"Joe," she said again. And took a step toward him before being crushed up against his chest.
"Thank God," she heard him whisper as he hugged her close. "I was so afraid..."
"Oh, my God," Ella managed, sagging against him. "You were shot, Joe! In the chest," she sobbed, touching his face, still not sure of what she was seeing. "I went all this time... I thought you were dead! I didn't see how you could have surv-"
Her flurry of words were cut off as Joe's mouth crashed against hers. Their tears mingled in with the kiss and Ella sobbed as the emotion over-came her. "I love you so much!"
"I love you," Joe returned, hugging her close again. "And I'm so sorry it took so long to find you." He gazed down at her rounded stomach and placed his hand on it, stroking it lovingly. "A baby?"
She managed a smile, "Yes. A boy. And he's yours."
"I know." At her quizzical expression, he elaborated a little. "I'll explain later. Where's Fournier? Miracle?"
"Fournier is dead. I shot him in the head," Ella said, numbness in her voice. "Miracle is..." Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "She's in the cabin with an officer—Finn. She's been..."
"I know, lo'u alofa. I know," Joe spoke softly, pulling her close, and running his hand over her hair soothingly. "The medics will help her."
"But-"
"Shh," Joe said quietly. "She'll be fine."
They saw Finn being all but ushered out of the cabin then. Ella and Joe hurried up to him and bombarded him with questions.
"How is she?"
"Is she going to be okay?"
"What are they doing to treat her?"
Finn took a deep breath and placed one of his hands on each of their shoulders to calm them down. "She lost consciousness, but she was still breathin'," he answered the first question and then the others. "They've not said if she will pull through or not. They just started assessing her a minute ago. As for her treatment—I don't know. They wouldn't tell me anything. They just kicked me out of the cabin."
"We're losing her, guys! Get those antivenins in her, STAT! Get some aspirin into her IV, and also-"
Joe, Ella and Finn could clearly hear everything going on.
"Oh, God," Ella cried, leaning into Joe. "They said they're losing her!"
"Shhh... She'll be okay, honey. She has each of us in her, and we're two of the toughest people there are," Joe told her. "She'll make it."
In the next instant, the medical team was wheeling Miracle out on a gurney and heading for the Medevac helicopter. The girl was extremely pale. An IV was in her arm and she was hooked up to a blood-pressure machine. Joe and Ella started to follow them to the helicopter, but one of the U.S. Marshalls tried to stop them.
"Ma'am, we need you to answer some questions first."
Ella spun on him, "You see that little girl being taken away on that helicopter? She's my daughter. And I'm going with her NOW. If you want answers, you're going to have to wait for them."
"Not to mention she needs some medical attention as well," Joe said, motioning toward Ella.
"No, I'm fine," Ella started, heading for the helicopter.
"So that's why you've been swaying on your feet this whole time," Joe retorted, following along. "You're getting checked out."
They reached the helicopter and climbed in. They looked back at Finn who had a worried expression on his face. "I'll drive to the hospital and meet you there," he called from across the yard. "Keep me posted."
"Will do," Joe called back. "Thank you, Finn!"
He received a nod in acknowledgment, and then the aircraft's door slammed shut, and they were lifting seconds later.
"How is our daughter," Ella asked the medics.
"She's not stable yet, but she's doing better now that the antivenins and some medications are in her system," the EMT reported. "We're working on her fever now."
Ella and Joe watched as they packed their daughter in ice to lower her temperature. The girl whimpered softly in her unconscious state.
"Is she going to be okay," Joe asked, tension etching across his forehead.
"Sir, I'm not a doctor, I'm sorry," the medic replied sympathetically. "I can only imagine what you're going through as her parents, but I'm professionally, and ethically unable to tell you one way or the other. That has to come from the doctor who treats her."
Joe nodded his understanding while Ella took her daughter's hand in her own.
They had no idea how they'd get through the next few hours—not knowing if Miracle would pull through or not.
