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Chapter 11: Lifeless
They all walked towards Neal's room, stopping at the door. Peter turned to face Diana and Elizabeth. There was a quiet buzzing and Diana looked down at her pocket, grabbing her cell and answering it.
"Barragian." She answered, and nodded looking at Peter. "You guys go in, I'll be in, in a few." She said. Peter looked at Elizabeth. She nodded at him, and he took a deep breath and opened the door.
The sterile smell of the room immediately hit Peter's nose, along with the sound of the beeping heart monitor, and the whooshing sound of the respirator. Peter walked inside, followed closely by Elizabeth. They came closer to Neal's bedside and stopped, frozen by what they saw.
Neal was lying in the hospital bed, the respirator over his face, helping him breathe. He also had tons of iv's running in and out of his body. He looked so tiny and pale, aside from the bruises covering his face. The only proof they had that Neal was still alive was the heart monitor, steadily beeping.
"Oh my God, Neal…" Elizabeth whispered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, she hadn't expected him to be as bad as he was. She turned to face Peter, tears in her eyes. "Ho-how could anyone do this to him?" She asked, her voice cracking as her tears fell. Peter looked at her, his own eyes misty, and grabbed a hold of her as she broke down.
After a few minutes, Elizabeth calmed down enough to let go of Peter. She walked over to Neal's bedside and grabbed a hold of his hand. Peter walked up beside her, grasping her other hand in his.
"You got the guy that did this, right?" She asked, fire in her voice.
"We got one of them… Jones and half the FBI is out looking for the other one." Peter replied, looking down at Neal. He had to look away, he couldn't stand to see him so still, so lifeless. This wasn't how Neal was supposed to be.. He was supposed to be driving Peter insane, trying to change the radio station in his car, not lying in a hospital bed, in a coma.
Peter heard the door close behind him, and turned around, seeing Diana walk in the room. She walked over to them, her eyes widening at the sight of Neal. He watched as she blinked back her tears. She turned away from Neal, and looked at Peter.
"That was Jones, they haven't caught Jim Burton yet. They've had a few leads but they all turned out to be dead ends." Peter nodded. "I'm going to go back to HQ and try to find him." Peter was about to say something when Diana cut him off. "Don't worry, when I find him, and I will find him. I'll call and let you know." Peter nodded.
"Thanks Diana, and good luck." She nodded, glancing back at Neal.
"Call me, if, you know.." She began.
"I will, don't worry." She nodded once again, and headed out the door.
Peter walked over to the window, looking out it, sighing. He turned around, hearing something scraping on the floor. Elizabeth had moved two chairs over by Neal's bed, and was sitting down, holding his hand in hers. Peter walked over and sat down next to her. He looked at her, seeing the tears that were falling down her face.
"We're here Neal when you're ready to join us."