If you only Knew- Chapter 3
Lucy wasn't sure how much time had passed as she waited for Wyatt. Today had been a very long day and getting home for some much needed rest was a top priority. Unfortunately, Lucy knew there wouldn't be much rest until the mounting pile of papers that needed to be graded were finished. Running her fingers through her long brown hair, she sighed and shut her eyes as she began to drift off.
Not far from where Lucy was waiting, Wyatt stood in front of the bathroom mirror in a drug induced state. "You are weak and you will fail your team, Master Sergeant Wyatt Logan." Wyatt's eyes flew open at the sound of the heavy accent. The reflection in the mirror was no longer the beautiful face of Jess, but the criminal, Garcia Flynn. His dark brown eyes reaching into Wyatt's soul as he continued to speak. "I know your deepest fears. You will lose everyone…again." Wyatt couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the floor.
Lucy wasn't sure if she was dreaming or what was happening when she woke abruptly from a loud crashing sound that came from the bathroom. Trying to gather her thoughts quickly, she approached the door with trepidation. Knocking lightly, she asked,"Wyatt, are you okay?" There was no answer, so Lucy tried again, knocking louder this time. "Wyatt, it's me Lucy, can I come in?" The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat.
Lucy paced for a few seconds, chewing on her thumb, debating on what to do. Her relationship with Wyatt was complicated and they were just beginning to get to know each other. But after months of taking care of her sick mother, Lucy's experience or intuition, told her that something was very wrong.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy pushed the door open slightly, this time speaking louder. "Wyatt...it's Lucy, is everything okay?" There was still no response from him, but she could hear water running. Following her instincts, Lucy pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. She could hear the sound of the running water drawing closer with every step.
"Wyatt?" Lucy called again, as she glanced around the corner. To her surprise & horror, Wyatt was lying face up on the tile floor. Looking around, Lucy assessed the situation for any signs of what had happened. Other than the water running and the white shirt on the floor, there was no indication of any struggle. Lucy knew Wyatt was extremely tired and on medication, so if he fell, he could have fallen hard.
Lucy knelt down at his side and debated on whether or not to call 911. "Wyatt, Wyatt," Lucy shouted as she shook his bare shoulder. "Can you hear me?" There was still no response, but his shoulder was ice cold and his lips were blue. Remembering her first-aid-training, Lucy checked Wyatt's pulse, tilted his head back and lifted his chin, checking for any indication that he was breathing. From what she could see, Wyatt's chest was not rising or falling with any movement.
Pinching his nose, she placed her mouth over his and breathed into it twice. Crossing her fingers, she checked his pulse and then repeated the cycle again. "Come on Wyatt, don't give up now."
Wyatt wasn't sure what was happening or why he felt like he was drowning. Trying to gasp for any small fraction of air, he desperately began to fight his way to the surface, but with no success. He started to panic when his efforts failed further, sinking deeper into the unknown. Just as he was about to surrender, Wyatt heard Lucy's voice through the haze. "Come on Wyatt, don't give up now!"
Wyatt was confused and unsure of his surroundings, but once the thick haze cleared from his mind, Wyatt could see Rufus and Lucy. They were in the lifeboat waving to him to join them. Lucy even reached out over the edge of the time machine to offer her hand out to him like a lifeline. Wyatt started to sprint towards the lifeboat as the gap between he and his new team mates closed. Wyatt felt a sense of relief when he took Lucy's hand and heard "I've got you."
Lucy was ready to begin her third set of rescue breaths, when Wyatt woke up abruptly choking and gasping for air like a fish out of water. Lucy gently rolled him onto his uninjured side to avoid any choking. "Just rest for a minute," she instructed, trying to catch her own breath. After a few minutes, Wyatt's breathing calmed enough for Lucy to finally ask, "Are you alright?"
Wyatt started to push himself off the cold tile floor to sit up. He tried desperately to remember what had happened. Abe Lincoln, gun shot wound, giant syringe and finally Flynn.
"Lucy?" Wyatt asked, the sound of his voice hoarse and dry, rasped out roughly, "Where's Flynn?
"Flynn?" Lucy tried to help Wyatt up & into a seated position, her face filled with concern. "Wyatt, Flynn was never here."
"What do you mean he wasn't here?" Wyatt's voice now sounded urgent and agitated. "He has to be, I saw him."
"Wyatt, I was outside the door the whole time, no one was in here." Lucy started to plead. "I wouldn't lie to you, whether you choose to trust that or not."
"I do believe you, it just that it felt so real. I must have been hallucinating. Do you have any idea what they gave me?"
Lucy shook her head. "I have no idea, but there can be multiple side effects. When my mom was sick, she was given pain medication and told to get plenty of rest, no driving, etc...you get it. One time she told Amy and me that she saw flying monkeys." Lucy tried to laugh in spite of the cruel irony that her sister was gone.
Wyatt reached out for Lucy's arm when she mentioned her sister Amy. "I didn't mean to be so rude to you earlier. I know your sister means a lot to you. You didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of my outburst and for that, I apologize." Wyatt started to get up off the floor and put his shirt back on, glancing into the mirror as if he was talking to his reflection. "I just want Flynn so badly, he's all that I think about anymore. I can't fail Lucy, that son of a bitch needs to go down."
Lucy got up and walked up next to Wyatt, shutting off the water without saying a word. As she stood there quietly, Lucy took the opportunity to study him. His eyes were very intense and focused, but sad around the edges. She decided to take a chance and slip her hand into his. Lucy breathed a little easier, when Wyatt didn't pull away and even responded by closing his fingers around hers in solidarity. Finally breaking the silence, Lucy spoke first, "We will get him Wyatt, on that you can trust. Now please let me take you home."
To be continued...
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