The past Visited chapter 3

First off sorry for the wait, my brain had decided that I needed to have some writers block.

Thanks to all those that reviewed and added those story and me to their following and favs lists.

Now keep in mind, I am not a doctor or have any plans to study medicine in the future, I would never be able to handle the blood. Any injuries come from medical websites and any other information will be made up or what I think would happen. I do watch some medical TV shows but they are based in England so it might be different for Los Angeles. I am English and writing about America so excuse any mistakes.

Now without further a due, the chapter. Enjoy.

The brief pause and feeling of relief when he saw Michelle was gone, when he sat in the ambulance alongside the still unconscious Marty. In the whole time that Sam had known him, Marty had never been still. He was always moving, always full of energy that never seemed to run out. To see him so still and pale was shocking to Sam and he was hoping that Marty would be back to normal soon.

He gripped Marty's hand tight after checking with the EMT that nothing was wrong with his hand in order to avoid causing Marty any more pain. They were hurtling through the streets to pacific beach medical which was the closet hospital with a trauma centre that would be able to take two high risk patients at quick notice. Despite knowing that the journey could have only taken at most 5 minutes, it felt more like five years to Sam. The EMT was bustling round the gurney to keep Marty in a stable condition. His hand ghosted up and down his body to check for any broken bones and stopped and his chest. He lightly pushed down and grimaced.

"He defiantly has some broken ribs and his left leg in broken" he muttered to himself and noted it down on Marty's patient form. He turned back to the young boy and had to swallow hard to keep his emotions in check. He had seen a lot in his 15 years as an EMT but he had never seen such injures on someone so young that hadn't been involved in a car crash. The thought of someone harming his own young boys in such a way was unthinkable. He took a deep breath and continued his examination, steadying himself as the ambulance turned a corner sharply.

He reached for an antiseptic wipe and started cleaning the cuts, which covered Marty's face and arms, using a pair of tweezers for the little pieces of glass still stuck in some of them and carefully avoiding the obviously broken nose.

"How far out are we?" he called out to the driver.

"A few minutes" the answer came back.

Sam tightened his grip on Marty's hand and muttered reassurances to him. This was not meant to happen. Marty was meant to be a normal kid, having fun with other boys, surfing all day and pretending that girls were still icky when deep down certain…feelings were coming around. Sam smiled slightly at the thought of an older Marty Deeks; he would have no trouble getting a girl, not with his baby blues and the blonde scruffy surfer hair. A groan brought Sam back to the present and he glanced down in surprise. Marty was stirring and managed to push his eyes open with obvious effort. He blinked a few times and his gaze moved around the ambulance and on the EMT before settling on Sam.

Sam smiled down encouragingly but was met with a blank look and the smile quickly vanished.

"Marty, it's me Sam. It's okay the police have your father and you and your mum will never have to go back with him ever again." The blank look was still there and it scared Sam. It scared him more than when he got shot and watched his friends die around him. More than the time he was buried alive and his friend gave his life so that Sam could live. It scared him because whatever was going on inside Marty's head might not be able to be fixed with a dose of morphine and a couple of bandages.

Marty remained unresponsive up until the time when they arrived at the hospital and Marty slipped back unconscious. Once inside the hospital Marty was rushed away into one of the trauma rooms so that they could find out a better idea of all the things that were wrong.

Sam was given a form and taken to a relative's room to wait. There was no one else in there and asked that Michelle be brought here when she arrived with Danielle. Flopping down in one of the chairs, Sam nearly slid straight off because of the material the chair was made off. Quickly righting himself and checking that no one had seen that, Sam turned back to the form in his hand. Making a start on the questions he was stopped after the first 5 because he had no idea about the answers.

Did Marty have any allergies? Sam didn't know, Marty had never mentioned anything but that wasn't to mean that he wasn't. Was there any prior injuries that may affect the treatment of this current injury? Again Sam had no idea, he was willing to bet there would be but he couldn't say for sure because again it was hard to tell because Marty never gave anything away when he was hurt. Sighing he gave the other questions a cursory glance and then cast the form aside, rubbing his head to try and ease the rapidly forming headache from the nights events. His hand ached slightly from where he had punched Gordon. His anger grew again from just thinking about the man and he stood up and started pacing to try and calm down. But it wasn't until Michelle arrived a few minutes later also carrying form that Sam forgot about what he was planning to do if he saw Gordon and focussed on his wife who looked like she was barely holding it together.

He quickly crossed the room and pulled Michelle into a hug, no letting go until he felt Michelle start to pull back. Cupping here face he wiped away the tears that were falling and gave her a gentle- it'll be okay- smile. Sam took her by the shoulders and guided her to the chairs, a smile breaking out when she slid down a little bit as well. Michelle let out a giggle and that started Sam off and soon the two of them were laughing like idiots. After a while it broke down into small chuckles and soon died out all together.

"What happens now Sam?" Michelle asked

"Well I suppose we wait and…" He trailed off when he saw Michelle shaking her head.

"No, no, no I mean with Danielle and Marty. Danielle didn't wake up in the ambulance and the EMT sounded worried, what happens if she…? What will happen to Marty? Is Gordon going to be able to get away with this?"

"Whoa, slow down honey. Firstly Danielle is going to be fine; you know how tough she is. There is no way in hell that Gordon is going to be able to get away with what he has done and Marty is going to be fine. You just have to trust them to be strong." Sam didn't mention the blank look that Marty had had when he had awoken in the ambulance.

"I suppose your right but I hate this waiting, I just want them to be better and never get hurt again."

Sam said nothing just pulled Michelle towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, and settled in to wait.

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Marty POV

The first thing Marty recognised when he came to was that someone was holding his hand. It was too big to be his mothers and there was no way it was going to be his father's so Marty drew a blank on who it could be. He struggled to open his eyes and when he did he was rewarded with a bright light. Looking around he saw what must be an EMT and so he must be in an ambulance. He had only been in one once, when Ray had been wiped out by a wave and his surf board hit him on the head hard enough to knock him out. When the lifeguard helped Marty pull him ashore, he called an ambulance. After he got home, his father had locked him in his room for the weekend with no food. His father. Broken memories started to come back and Marty realised with horror that he had shot his own father. He was a murderer. He was going to end up in a juvenile detention centre and then maybe prison.

His gaze focussed on a muscled African American man who he didn't recognise. That must be the detective assigned to watch him. When he saw that Marty was awake he spoke but Marty could not hear him over the roaring in his ears. His mouth wouldn't work to ask about his mother. He was stuck and it was only a matter of time before something happened that he couldn't stop. Thankfully darkness started to appear at the edge of his vision and when the EMT touched a specifically hurt place, he allowed the darkness to wash over him and carry him away.

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Danielle POV

When Gordon got home, I knew tonight would be bad. I just hoped that Marty would stay upstairs and Gordon would pass out before he could hurt Marty. He lurched towards me and I put my hands up to stop his advancements. It did no good, just like most nights, and he pushed me to the side, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto that god awful vase from my mother, causing it to break. Some of the pieces dug into my face and a cry of pain escaped my lips. Gordon stopped walking towards the kitchen and turned back to me. He stopped and leered over me. I pushed myself up and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of movement. Marty. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs. When he saw me looking, he moved slightly closer but I stopped him with a desperate shake of my head. Gordon caught the movement and turned to Marty, moving across the room and pulling Marty into the middle of the room, under the light. He grabbed Marty's chin and when he spoke it was with a pronounced drunken slur, shaking Marty every few words before pushing him roughly away from him, causing Marty to land in the shattered pieces of vase. His cry roused me from my thoughts and I moved forward in front of my son and tried to reason with Gordon, just like I did every time. Just like always it didn't work and he simply tried to move round me. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away but he backhanded me, causing me to fall onto the coffee table. It broke and I felt the fresh wet blood start running down my arm. I didn't have time to check how bad it was though because I felt a sharp pain in my side and back. I cried out and attempted to wiggle away but one particularly hard kick caused a cracking noise from my chest and darkness washed over me. I knew I must have been unaware for only a few minutes because Marty and Gordon were still only a few feet from me. I blinked away the mist I saw Gordon heavily kicking and punching Marty and for a second I saw red. Moving purely on adrenaline and love, I moved rapidly across the room and pounced on Gordon's back. My plan worked, Gordon's attention was now on me and not Marty, who I started yelling at to run. He was sluggish to respond which sent fear through my heart but soon he was heading towards the door. Gordon let out an enraged yell and managed to throw me off and into the wall. The blow to the head caused my vision to blur and my stomach to turn and before I could fight back or respond, Gordon started choking me. My vision blurred even more and the world started to go dark around the edges. My last thoughts were solely concerned with Marty. I wanted him to have a good life after I was gone, he deserved it. Not the life that I had given him full of violence and hate from one of the people that were meant to always protect him. Even I had failed that, I had failed to keep him safe. I felt a white hot pain emit from my neck and my world faded away. The last thing I heard was a yell of anger and a cry on pain before I knew nothing at all.

As I floated in a pain free cloud, I could have thought I heard a load high pitched wailing noise and the sound of Michelle. I floated closer to the surface and pushed through the intense waves of pain that just kept coming. My eyes opened only slightly but I could hear much more clearly now. Michelle was talking about Marty, he was safe. That was all I needed to hear in order to float back into the painless world of unconsciousness, Marty was safe and I knew he would be well looked after and loved.

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Sam POV

It seemed like an endless age before a doctor came to see us. The nurses had come and gone, offering tea and tutting at the badly filled in forms. None of them had any information and as time went on the sense of dread in my stomach become worse and worse. All that I wanted now, was to find out how Marty and Danielle were. At the moment I was helpless. Sam was so used to being able to all that he could, in order to help the people around him but now he was being stopped by a set of double doors. Michelle had long since fallen asleep and Sam tenderly pushed some hair away that had fallen across her face, leaning down and planting a kisson her forehead. Sam glanced out the window and saw the first parts of dawn breaking over the horizon. Dawn had always been Marty's favourite time of the day and Sam's also. Being a seal had meant that getting up early had be ingrained into his body and so he ended up doing his run down by the beach and that was where Marty went to surf. After his run and Marty's surf they would go for breakfast and if Sam was honest that had been the part that he was going to miss the most when he was away. There were only faint signs of dawn showing but there was enough there to light the sky in a light pink and it showed to Sam that it had been less than twelve hours since the whole thing had begun. Less than twelve hours since his life had changed.

The sound of the double doors opening and the slight clearing of a throat pulled Sam from his thoughts and as he turned he saw a doctor standing there with a tired expression on his face.

"Danielle and Martin Deeks" he called out, looking straight at Sam since there was no one left in the waiting room. Sam stepped forward and stood in front of the doctor.

"Are they okay" that was the only question that Sam could think to ask at that time.

The doctor didn't answer straight away, causing a stab of pain to hit his chest. The doctor took a deep breath and started talking.

"Firstly my name is Doctor Almore and I was the person that was working mainly on Mrs Deeks, my colleague will be through in a minute and he was working on master Deeks. Right now Danielle is in a stable condition but I'm going to keep her in ICU for the rest of the day to make sure that she will have the support around her if her condition deteriorates. Her injuries were severe. Mrs Deeks has sustained shallow cuts to her face and back including several deeper ones on her back and round to her sides that caused mild blood loss and needed stitches to close. Also she has several broken and cracked ribs which we have wrapped up to stop them moving around a lot and to help them mend. Mrs Deeks also has a linear fracture on the back of her skull which has also come with a moderate concussion. This should heal nicely in time baring any complications and she should have no lasting neurological damage coming from that injury."

He paused for breath and seemed to consider his next words carefully "If any neurological damage does come about it will be because of an oxygen deficiency to her brain and also compressed blood flow to her brain."

"This is the injury that I'm most concerned about. Because of the bruising around her neck, I'm presuming that she had been strangled" Doctor Almore stopped and looked to Sam for confirmation.

Sam nodded "That's what it looked like when I got there and with the husband I wouldn't put it past the bastard to do that."

Doctor Almore nodded "yes I thought so but I didn't want to say something was when it wasn't. Now the reason that I am more concerned with the neck injury is because it caused a fracture in the hyoid bone. Because of this we have placed her in a medically induced coma and a ventilator in order to help her to heal in her own time. The strangulation has caused heavy bruising and swelling around the neck and it would be very painful for her and so that's why we have the induced coma. We have also have started her on a blood transfusion to replace what she had lost and a course on antibiotics to combat any form of infection that might come about."

Sam took a deep breath, in order to process the information that he had just been given.

"Will she recover?" Sam asked with trepidation about the answer.

"I believe so, with time and plenty of help, I believe that she will be able to make a full recovery. Now if you will excuse me, it has been a long night and I'm going to home to catch forty winks and be back to check on my patients at around midday. If you have any questions please see Dr Marlowe who treated Martin Deeks and will be along shortly to update you about his condition."

Sam thanked the doctor, shook his hand and watched as he walked away and into a door marked Staff Only.

Sam walked back over towards Michelle and gently shook her awake. "Michelle sweetie wake up, the doctor came by with news about Danielle."

Michelle blinked sleepily up at him, rubbed her eyes and then sat up, yawning. The yawn broke up her sentence and caused Sam to give one of his first real smiles in hours.

"What…yawn…did he say?" she asked.

Sam recounted what he had learnt from the doctor and the sat back down next to Michelle. The waiting began anew. Since they were not family, they would not be able to visit Danielle while she is the ICU. At least, Sam thought, it would not be too long until they find out about Marty because of what Doctor Almore said.

Sam was right; it was only a matter of minutes until Doctor Marlowe came out of the double doors. Like Dr Almore before him, Dr Marlow looked exhausted and his weary face was lined with brown hair but had grey highlights at it, signalling the fact that he was ageing. Once again the doctor called out Marty's name but then walked straight to Sam and Michelle. He started to give them a run down on what injuries Marty had sustained at the hands of his father. The list was long and Sam found himself unable to keep up with what the doctor was saying. Bits and pieces made its way through the fog coating his mind.

"Lucky the bullet missed…glancing head wound…broken rib, punctured his lung…repaired but on ventilator…due to the fall…caused an SCI…unsure of severity…wait for swelling to decrease…blow to head caused a cerebral edema… glancing bullet wound didn't help matters…had to relive pressure…coma…low chances…I'm sorry."

At that moment Sam snapped back to attention and called to the retreating doctor.

"Wait" Sam paused, unable to get the words out "can we see him or…"

"Well considering that you are not family and he is in the ICU under normal circumstances I would say no but just this once. That boy needs someone who cares right now; it might be his only chance" Dr Almore nodded as if confirming his decision to himself before speaking again.

"Yes follow me then" he said before turning back towards the double doors. Sam and Michelle hurried to keep up with him. Sam put his arm around Michelle and pulled her close as they went past endless beds of the wounded people that the LA night had brought in. The people in the beds had varying injuries and most were awake and laughing with friends and family surrounding them. The thought of Marty all alone made Sam walk faster.

When they reached the ICU and were standing outside of Marty's room did the doctor stop and turn to face them.

"I will warn you, he will look bad so please prepare yourself" After receiving nods the doctor spoke again "I'll be back to check on Marty later, when we move his mother into the same room. Being ICU we normally don't but considering the circumstances and the fact that the room if plenty big enough to house the two of them"

Sam thanked him and they watched as he walked away, down the corridor and out of sight. Just as Sam was about to speak to Michelle, in order to reassure her but she beat him to it.

"Listen Sam we can stand outside and talk about how hard this could be on us or we can go in there and support that boy who is actually going through it." With that Michelle turned and marched straight into the room, holding the door open and gesturing with her head for Sam, to get in there right now. Biting back a grin Sam walked in and all traces of a smile dropped off his face in a heartbeat.

Marty was lying still and pale in the middle of the bed with various wires running into him, a big white bandage covered his head and the skin that Sam could see was covered in bruises and little cuts that had already started to heal over. His left leg was wrapped in a thick cast and was raised above the bed in order to immobilise it. There was no movement and the only sound was that of the heart monitor telling the occupants of the room that Marty's heart continued to beat, true and strong. Sam crossed the room and sat down heavily the chair next to the bed and in his peripheral vision he saw Michelle do the same in the chair on the other side. She grabbed his hand, held on tight and raised it to her lips to give it a tender kiss, before she used her over hand to lovingly push some hair back off Marty's face, being mindful of the bandage and numerous cuts not to mention his nose.

Sam lost count of how long they sat there just watching Marty and being lost in their own thoughts with no words being passed. It was only when Sam heard a loud growling noise coming from Michelle's side of the bed did he look up and realise how much time had passed. It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning and he realised that the growling noise was Michelle's stomach protesting the lack of breakfast. Rising he walked round and gently pulled on Michelle's shoulders. Michelle shook her head and turned round to face her husband.

"I know what you're going to say and I'm not going to leave Marty here all alone"

"Michelle, don't be silly. Marty would want you to make sure that your okay and are taking care of yourself. You've been awake half the night and you haven't eaten anything. Let's go home for a while and get some rest, a bite to eat and a change of clothes and then come back"

Michelle shook her head again and Sam was considering picking her up when the decision was made for them. Doctor Almore entered the room, followed by Doctor Marlowe. Behind them were many nurses and a hospital bed, with an occupant that Sam could only just make out. It was Danielle but Sam could not see much else about her condition.

"Hello again" Doctor Almore greeted them "Now I hate to do this but I'm going to have to ask you to leave for a while so that we can get Danielle settled and run a few tests to make sure they are both still stable and everything is progressing well."

Michelle looked unsure but nodded to the doctor and wearily stood up. Before she started leaving she turned to face Dr Marlowe.

"Is he any better? And what about Danielle, how is she?"

The doctor scanned the machines around Marty's bed and at his chart that several nurses had added too since they had been sitting there.

"It seems as if his vital levels are a little better than last time, which is a very good thing. As for Danielle her vitals have also remained steady and no new problems have arisen"

Comforted by his words, both Sam and Michelle felt better about leaving. The journey home passed in a blur similar to the one Sam experienced on the way to the hospital. Soon home, both Hanna's collapsed into bed and before long they were both lost in the world of sleep.

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When Sam next woke up, he did not quite know why he did until he remembered suddenly the horrific nightmare he had just had. It had been of the night before, except this time he was unable to reach Marty until it was too late.

Knowing that he would be unable to return to sleep, Sam checked the clock and saw that it was barely noon and pushed himself out of bed. He checked the other side of the bed and saw that he had managed not to wake up Michelle. Grabbing a change of shirt, Sam made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Sam looked out the front window and his gaze fell upon the house opposite. The police tape was still intact and a few police members were wandering around. Finishing his coffee, Sam slipped his feet into his shoes and headed across the road. After explaining that he wanted a few of Marty's things for the hospital room, one of them escorted him in, in order to make sure what he was choosing was not considered to be evidence. Walking through the house Sam tried to keep his emotions in check and walked faster. Marty's room was just as bad. The bed covers thrown across the bed, the mattress sideways and a photo frame lay broken in the middle of the room. He could see that it was a picture of himself and Michelle in it. After checking with the detective, Sam picked it up and carefully moved the glass off. Turning it over he noticed something written on back of the frame.

To Sam, happy birthday and thank you, you better come back in one piece or else love from Marty.

Sam felt tears prick the corners of his eyes and he quickly blinked them away. Grabbing some of Marty's comic books and action figures he hastily left the house that brought so much sadness.

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Hospital: Marty and Danielle's room.

The lone figure stood at the door, not going in but just standing there observing the room and its two unconscious occupants. After hearing about the event, the women had felt that she simply had to keep an eye on the aftermath and that meant visiting. While the mother was expected to make a quicker recovery, she was not out of danger and the young boy was very much in danger from the injuries. Knowing that if she stayed longer a nurse would come by or the navy seal and or his wife turned up, the women turned away and walked along the corridor away from the room. She was going to make a call about the father that had been involved but before she could, her phone rang.

"Henrietta Lang" she answered as she left the hospital and headed to the car waiting. There was more to this story than she was able to find out and further research would be needed but it was for sure that Hetty would be keeping an eye on two people now. The navy seal and the boy. One day she would make her presence known and hopefully that would be soon.

My goodness that was long but after a long wait I think you needed that. I know it wasn't the best but it was more of a filler chapter than anything else.

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