He opened his eyes to white walls. He turned his head and everything he looked at was white. He searched for something golden but didn't find anything. He turned his head in every direction but was dissapointed.
He was alone. Alone in this totally white room.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember. They fought. She was mad. She was stubborn as ever. He should have know. She stopped listening to him and went her own way. He schould have know.
He schould have known. She could have died. And it would have been his fault. He schould have protected her.
The guy had a gun. And she had left hers on her desk. She had no protection. She could have died. The guy shot. This shot could have hit her. It could have been her.
But the bullet hit him. It was him and not her.
And he was happy. He would have died if it had rescued her.
„Mr. Goren? How are you?"
A man in a white coat stepped to his bed.
„Mr. Goren? Can you hear me?"
„Where is Alex? Alex Eames? My partner?"
„Mr. Goren. Keep calm. You need to rest. You lost a lot of blood. What is the last thing you remember?"
Bobby watched the man. He was white. Like the rest he saw. Where was the color? Where was the gold he searched so much? Where was Eames?
„Mr. Goren. Please answer me. If you don't say anything I have to expect the worst."
„I've already said something. Where is Eames?"
„Mr. Goren. Stay calm. I will ask for your partner as soon as I'm sure you're fine."
„I'm fine. Now search her. Is she okay? Did something happen to her?"
„Mr. Goren! Don't worry. She is fine. She suffered from a shock and we keep an eye on her."
„Can I see her?"
„I will ask the nurse. But I can't promise you anything."
He patted Bobby on his shoulder and left the room. Bobby waited for the nurse. It felt like it was an eternity. When she finally came she came alone. And she wore white. Bobby felt sick. He hated white. White was the color of the sick and the poor. It was th ecolor of the crazy ones.
„Mr. Goren? Are you awake?"
„Is Eames there?"
„I'm sorry, sir, but Ms. Eames is too tired. She is sleeping right now. You should sleep too. She can visit you tomorrow."
„I want to see her. Now."
„Mr. Goren, stay calm. You can't see her now. Ms. Eames suffers from a big shock. She needs to rest."
She left the room and closed the door. He was alone. He missed his partner. He needed to see her.
Slowly he stood up and winced when feeling the pain. Quietly he left the room and tried to keep still although the pain was almost unbearable. But it didn't matter for him. What mattered was her. And that he saw her now.
He found her room. He thanked god that the nurses weren't there at the time he stumbled through the halls and searched for her room.
When he found it he hesistated but then stepped in without knocking. She was alone in the room. Her back showed towards him, he couldn't see her face. But her hair. Her golden hair. It was the only thing that wasn't white.
He stepped nearer. By now he couldn't stand staight up because of the pain and sat in the chair beside her bed. He stroke her hair with his healthy hand.
„This is my fault."
He wanted to say something. He didn't say anything. She wasn't finished yet.
„I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
„It's okay, hun', nothing happened."
„No it's not okay."
She turned around and saw him sitting the chair. Vulnerable. Sick. Wounded.
She began to cry.
„Oh god, Bobby. You could have died! It would have been mine fault. I would have lost you."
She trembled. She shook. She cried. He climed into bed with her and hold her while she cried.
The last thing that was heard in this white room was a whispered ‚I love you' and a sharp intake of breath.
