Knock knock!
Who's There?
Laura
Laura who??
Laura doesn't own anything…
(Yeah I know…It's a wonder I'm not doing fanfic for stand-up.)
Bobby woke up to see three men in biohazard suits hovering over him. He began sit up in panic, but a sharp pain shot through him as he did so.
"Relax sir, we're almost out." One of the men assured him as they maneuvered the stretcher through the debris. Bobby looked around to see that all that was left of the five-story building he had just been in was rocks and metal.
"Wh-Wha…?" He tried to speak but all that came out were guttural grunts. Where the hell am I? What happened? Oh my god! Eames! "Al-Alex…" He croaked reaching his hand out to one of the men.
"The female." The lead man said to the others. "Sir she's on her way to the hospital as we speak. Just remain calm."
Finally blessed sunlight graced his face. Sitting his head up slightly, Goren was shocked to discover that all that was out front of the destroyed building was a black van. Wait a minute. Where are all the ambulances? And the squad cars? And the Fire trucks? Before the large detective could vocalize these questions, he felt a slight prick in his left arm, before darkness descended upon him once again.
IIII
Eames was no more informed than Bobby was. All she knew was that she had never been to this hospital before. They drove for what felt like hours, when she had a broken wrist, a fractured tibia, and ribs that were in serious need of surgery. They finally arrived at a brick building that looked almost like the Junior High School she went to in Poughkeepsie. The halls were empty though. There was no art, no charts, no anything. For all she could tell, there were no other patients there either.
After the wheeled her into a small room with what was obviously a two-way mirror on the wall, Alex was finally able to survey her injuries. Her lip was split and her cheeks and throat were black and blue. She had cuts splayed across her face and arms. Her right wrist was extremely swollen, as was her left leg. She was still in her workout clothes; her once white sports bra was now dirty and bloody, and her sweat pants were torn.
"Is…Is Bobby alright?" She asked warily as one of the biohazard men placed nasal cannula to her nostrils. She could immediately feel the cold air rushing through her nose. But it didn't smell right…
"He'll be fine ma'am. He's on his way here now." The man said monotonously as he attached her to some more monitors.
"Was there…anybody else being…brought here? Heath?" She continued, but she didn't receive an answer. The man just gave her one more look over, before leaving the room. "Hey! Wait…Wait a min-minute! M-my leg h-hurts." Eames whimpered as he shut the door. "I-I can't br-breath!"
No response.
Lying her head back, trying to not think of the pain, Alex prayed that Goren was doing alright. She hoped that they were at least taking care of him.
A/N: Now I know it's not very long. But my class load right now only allows me so much time. I'm slowly coming up with the chapters as I go, so if there are any inconsistencies please let me know! REVIEW!