I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my twin friends Hannah and Aine for there demand on me emailing them more.

Recovering

Becker was bent over in his chair, reaching for the set of keys Helen had dropped. They were inches away from his finger tips. Stretch, One more inch, come on, stretch. He did. He grabbed the keys and fumbled for the right one. 'Yes!' he shouted as the manacle clicked open.

He jumped up and looked around him. Abbey was a few feet away sitting in a pool of blood sobbing, with Connor, as pale as a ghost and still in her lap. Connor, oh God no. He ran over and flung himself beside his dying friend. Abbey looked up into his eyes. 'Is he?' she couldn't bring herself to say it. Becker rested two fingers on his neck; he felt a very faint throbbing of a pulse. Yes.

'He's alive,' he said looking up at Abbey. But as he said it the pulse started weakening. Abbey saw that something was wrong. She looked down at her friend and saw that he was getting paler. 'Becker, do something, please,' she pleaded. Becker looked at her tear stricken face and sighed. 'Abbey we need to get him to a hospital. He's lost too much blood'. Becker watched as she cried and she placed her head on Connors and said 'Temple, don't you dare leave us here. You hear me'.

Just then the door opened and half a million medics ran in followed by Helen. She had an ear to ear evil grin across her face. The medics rushed over to Abbey and lifted Connor out of her arms and placed him on a stretcher and left the room. Becker got up just as Abbey rushed to go after them. He grabbed her by the waist but she struggled. He couldn't afford to lose another team member. 'Abbey Calm down'. She didn't of course so Becker spun her around and grabbed her wrists. 'Abbey,' she kicked him trying to get loose. Jesus woman, get a grip.'Listen to me!' he shouted. Abbey, who had never heard him shout before stopped.

'Let the medics do their job'. Someone placed a hand on his shoulder. Helen. 'Let her go.' She said. Becker let go and Abbey sped after the medics. 'Abbey wait,' he shouted, tearing out of Helen's grip, he followed.

Abbey found the medics in the basement cell. Connor was placed on a bed and had half a million wires stuck to him. He looked terrible, his hair and clothes were wet, from sweat and blood. His face was covered in bruises and his eye was swollen. Why did he do this to you? She thought. She sat down beside the bedside and took his hand. It was pale and freezing cold like the rest of his body. Abbey watched the medics rush around her with blood drips and other things. One guy ripped Connor's shirt down the middle to see the damage from the knife. His stomach was badly bruised; they were slowly turning from black to blue to purple. The stab wound was really deep, the medics didn't seem to know what to do or how to stop the bleeding. Abbey laid her head on the pillow beside Connors, and began to doze.

She was woken by a doctor tapping her shoulder.

'Miss?' Abbey looked up surprised; she had never been called miss in her life. 'Miss, I'm sorry but we have to ask you to leave. The boy needs to be operated on'. Abbey nodded and got up. She was about to leave when Connors grip on her hand tightened. She spun around shocked, his eyes were open and on hers, and his face contorted pain but his grip didn't loosen.

'Abbey,' he whispered.

'I'm here,' she whispered back, sitting down on by his bed side again, ignoring the doctor's protests.

'Abbey, don't leave me here. Plea-'. He sat up and vomited blood over the edge of the bed. The medics rushed over a laid him back down on the pillows. Once his head hit them he passed out his hand going limp in hers. Abbey rested her head on and said, 'Never'. She let her tears fall and watched them splash onto Connor's closed eye lids. The doctors', getting impatient grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust out the door, into an awaiting Becker's arms.

Abbey watched as the medics rushed around the room, trying to save the near dead man lying in a stretcher, on a table. She and Becker had been waiting outside for four hours, watching and waiting. Becker was sitting on the ground with his head in his knees, his body shaking. Abbey knew he didn't want her to see him crying, so she pretended she didn't notice. Becker's a strong man. Proud at what he does, protecting the team from another Steven Hart. He'll pull through. She turned back to the window. Connor was getting paler which seemed to worry the medics because they started working faster. Becker gave an extremely loud sob, that's when Abbey realised. She slid down the wall beside Becker and put an arm around his shoulder.

'Becker?' He didn't look up. 'Becker, you haven't failed,' she whispered softly. 'Connor is going to pull through this, you'll see, sure we lost Cutter, but he said he was going to leave anyway because he couldn't get over Stephan's death'. Becker looked up at her.

'It's the fact I didn't do anything while, you know'. He made violent gestures. He then buried his face in face in legs again. Abbey grabbed his face and turned him to face her. His face was tear stricken and red, along with all the bruises. His eyes were full of grief and sadness. Abbey couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

'Hilary Becker, you couldn't have done everything about it'.

'h- How do you know my first name'? He looked astonished. 'Nobody knows my first name'.

Abbey smiled an evil (but play full) grin. 'Connor hacked your personal file and texted everyone in the ARC'. She giggled as he went from red to purple.

'I'm going to kill that little toe rag, hypothetically'. Abbey smiled, she knew he would never lay a finger on the little genius. She took his hand and pulled him to the window.

Together they watched the doctors operate on Connor. But after a while things started to change. Connor's breathing slowed and so did the heart monitor. Abbey glanced at Becker who looked back with frightened eyes. She looked back into the room and listened for the soft beep of the monitor. Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeep, a flat line, Oh no. Abbey kicked the door open and burst into the room, with Becker at her heals. None of the doctors seemed to care; they were all rushing to commit CPR.

'Clear!' yelled a doctor. Nothing.

'Again, clear'. Again nothing. Abbey couldn't bare watch. She turned and flung her self into Becker, who wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her short hair. She listened to the medics shout instructions at each other. 'Need more oxygen. Where the hell is the oxygen?'

'That's enough, we've lost him'.

Abbey spun around furious. 'You can't stop,' she screamed. She ran out of Becker's arms and flung herself at the nearest medic, and started hitting his chest as hard as she could, hope she would inflict all the pain, fear and grief that she felt into him. Becker ran after her and grabbed her by the waist. She struggled a bit, and then broke down falling to the floor still in his arms, in hysterical sobs. He sunk to the floor with her and let her bury her face in his chest while he let his tears fall. Poor Abbey, Connor you ass. He looked down at Abbey's shaking body and saw her staring at the monitor. He couldn't see so he listened. Beep Beep Beep.

'Abbey?' said a weak pain full voice behind him. He's alive

A/N I didn't have the heart to kill the annoying little genius I love him to much. I really like the ending to this chapter hope you do to.

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