Here's another one shot! Hope you'll like it !

With my nursing studies, I tried to be logical in the description of the.. no it would spoil everything xD I'll let you read instead !

Again dedicated to the lovely BooBaLooPants ;)

He watched him lying there, his body seemed lifeless. He had some IV in his arms and a mask to help him breath. He had some cuts on his face. The room was silent except for the sound of his heartbeat. His white shirt was still drenched with his blood. It was hard not to let the tears fall. He came closer to him and passed a hand in his hair.
"Oh please wake up.." He could take no more, a single tear fell down on his bruised cheek. The incident was still vivid on his mind.

He had decided to take him to a fancy restaurant, and had booked a table for two, pretending they were both business men coming here to talk about some important things that were confidential, and wished to be sat somewhere private. So they were now in a private area of the restaurant, where people wouldn't give them much attention. They could at least hold each other's hand discreetly. It had been a great evening. They had eaten a delicious meal, drank wine and champagne, and they had talked about their future together. Jack wanted to take him to California, and to Europe. He wanted them to travel together, and Cal agreed, even if they had to go on another ship.

They paid the bill and exited the restaurant, their hands slowly linking together. The blond leaned his head on his shoulder, and Cal smiled, before deposing a light kiss on his forehead.

But then it went too fast. A moment Jack was at his side, the next he wasn't anymore. He was on the ground, getting punched by a beefyman. Cal tried to intervene but the man sent him in the brick wall. He fell on the floor with a thump. He could feel the blood flowed from his cut lip. He tried to get up but the sight before him was pure horror. He saw red and got up, and punched the man with all his force, sending him to the ground and off of Jack.

"Jack.. Are you okay?" He kneeled to him.

"Yeah don't you worry" Jack said with a hoarse voice.

"Come on let's go home" Cal helped him to get up, tossing an arm over his shoulder. He looked behind him to make sure the man was gone.

But we wasn't.

"Jack run !" He cried and the two lover sprinted to escape the armed man who was shooting at them. They ran, holding hands, trying to not pay attention to the gunshot, but no avail. The man fired but he stumbled on the sidewalk and fired a second time unintentionally. A cry of pain rang in the air and Cal stopped, having noticed that Jack wasn't at his side anymore. He saw him lying on the floor in pain, with two bloody mark on his stomach and shoulder, ruining his blue shirt.

"Jack noo !" He yelled, running to him. He kneeled next to him, clutching him tightly to his chest, not caring if his blood soaked his shirt.

"Cal.." Jack coughed, wincing at the pain.

"It's okay Jack, I'm here.." Cal soothed him with a trembling voice, tenderly caressing his hair.

"You fucking bastard !" He yelled at the man, and saw red. He got up and went to him, pure rage in his eyes. He punched him and yelled at him for what he have done. Passerby came to Cal and removed him from the man, who now had a bloody face. One of them went to call the police and held the man and another called a taxi to take them to the hospital. He nodded to them in thanks.

"Cal I'm c-cold.." Jack said, barely audible.

"You'll be okay.. here" He took of his jacket and put it on Jack, in attempt to keep him warm. He felt Jack's trembling hand on his cheek.

"I-I love you Cal.." He took his hand in his own, clutching it tightly. He noticed the fresh blood on his wedding ring, bringing more tears to his eyes.

"You'll be alright, you'll get through this o-okay? You won't die.." He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, "You don't have the right to leave me..!" He cried on him, hugging him tightly. Jack clung to his head, passing a shaky hand in his dark hair, and attempted to smile, but winced at the intense pain. Feeling the blood on his hands, he tore up his shirt and pressed the cloth against the wound on his stomach to try to slow down the bleeding. Jack was now pale as a sheet and it was a matter of time until.. No he couldn't even think about it. He couldn't imagine his life without him. Jack tried to snuggle closer to him, in attempt to be warmer, but winced again at the pain.

"Cal.. I-I can't move m-my legs.." He said, his voice still febrile and hoarse.

"Shh don't move.. it'll be alright.." Cal reassured him, helping him to snuggle him closer to his chest, and worrying more and more each minute. He looked down at him, and noticed he had closed his eyes, and his body wasn't as warm as it should be. He frowned. He didn't know much about medical care, but he knew for sure that wasn't good to fall asleep if you were badly injured.

"Jack?" No response. He tried to call his name one more time, shaking him gently. He checked for a pulse, it was there but faint and slow. But he didn't wake up.

"Jack please wake up.. I beg you..!" He cried, clutching him tightly.

Finally after some minutes that seemed an eternity, the taxi and policemen arrived, the man was taken to the police station and Cal brought Jack to the hospital, hoping it wasn't too late, or he didn't know how he would go on without Jack in his life.

He waited in the waiting room. The few hours seemed like an eternity to him. And still he hadn't had any news on Jack. The doctors were too busy to tell him anything. He didn't remember the moment he finally fell in a troubled sleep. Then a doctor came to him.

"Mr Hockley?" He called holding a cardboard.

"It's me" Cal got up, trying to look as awake as he could.

"Are you a relative to Mr Dawson?" He asked.

"Yes.. I'm his.. husband" He said in almost a whisper. The doctor nodded.

"I have some news about him" He responded, "He has been shot at his stomach and left shoulder, he have managed to take off the bullets but he has lost a certain amount of blood. The bullets perforated some organs, which resulted in a little internal bleeding but we were able to stop it, and one broke a rib" Cal nodded, taking all in.

"He said that he couldn't move his legs, why?" He asked.

"Well his fall caused some damage to his back so one of his nerves was damaged" Cal nodded again, not sure if he wanted to hear the rest, "We need need to run more tests, but there's a chance that he won't be able to walk anymore, or with some difficulties, I'm sorry" Cal couldn't believe it. Jack, not able to walk anymore?

"But doctor, you can save him?"

"Like I said, Mr Hockley, it's a chance, we're not certain, that's why we need to run more tests on him" He patted his shoulder, "We'll do our best" Cal nodded, determined to keep his composure in front of him.

"Can I see him?" The doctor nodded and gestured to follow him. They stopped in front of a room, and the doctor excused himself and went to tend to other patients. Cal entered the room, and the sight of a badly injured Jack pained him. It brought tears to his eyes to see him laying still, he looked like a dead person, not his lively Jack. He came closer to him, took his hand in his own, since the other had an IV in it. He had a mask to help him breath, and the sound of his heartbeat was the only noise in the room. His shoulder and stomach were bandaged, hiding the fresh wounds. And suddenly he could take no more, he let the tears fall down his cheek.

"Oh Jack I'm so sorry.." He cried, still holding his hand, "Please forgive me.." He let the tears fall freely. He sobbed, leaning his cheek on his head and kissing it gently. Some minutes passed, and he fell asleep on the chair, still holding his hand.

After sometimes, the feeling of a squeeze on his hand woke him up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his free hand, and felt some cramps due to the little comfort the hospital chair provided. His hand was squeezed a second time, and stronger.

"Jack..?" He said tentatively. Jack moved a little bit, seeming to wake up. Then he opened his eyes, slightly disoriented at first. He turned his tired gaze to Cal.

"Cal.." He said, his voice still hoarse. In response Cal leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, hugging him.

"I'm so happy you're alive.." Cal cried against his cheek. Jack smiled softly, hugging him back.

"Couldn't get rid of me so easily huh?" He joked, and Cal laughed softly. He pulled away from his cheek and looked right in his blue eyes. He was so afraid not to be able to get lost in them anymore.

"I thought you wouldn't make it.. I was so afraid to lose you" He said in a whisper, tenderly caressing his cheek.

"I did, and that's what matters" Jack answered, kissing his forehead. Then Cal told him what the doctor's diagnosis, and they were ready to face it. Now all they could do was to wait for the tests to be run.

Even if he couldn't walk anymore in the future, he knew that with Cal at his side, everything would be alright.