Author's Note: haha, the whole point of the description in the last chapter was to make you think Julia got shot. 4 for you that caught on! Anyway, here's the next chapter. enjoy C:

The doctor pulled the last stitch through my cheek. "There,"

He began cleaning it and cutting the tiny strings that kept my skin sowed together. You would think stitches would hurt, right? I couldnt feel them. My whole body was numb. I had completely lost feeling anywhere in my body.

That didnt stop my thoughts from burning my brain. All I could picture was Eli, his blood spewn out all over me, Fitz's body lying dead, the paramedics words echoing in the night as they put him in the ambulance.

"We've got to get there soon!" "There's a chance he wont make it!" "Apply more pressure!" "He's loosing too much blood!"

My body was numb because I knew he was dead. I could sense it. Someone deep in my stomach told me that Eli was gone. Though he was in surgery now and I didnt know for sure, I felt it in the pit of my stomach. The pool of fear is what caused my body to be numb.

To be completely honest, I would kill myself. I know it would hurt KC, but I couldnt go on without Eli. He's the only thing that kept me...happy. Alive. Free. I needed him. I needed him more than anyone in the world and if he was gone, there was nothing keeping me here. I would die right behind him.

The doctor told me I could go, giving my a list of things to do to keep my stitches clean and when I should come back. I didnt listen. Who cares about my stupid cheek or stitches when my true love was dying in the room down the hall?

I walked out of the door and saw KC standing there in his white button up polo, stained with blood. All he's been doing since he found me on the roof was holding me. He came to me when he saw me and pulled me into his arms just as I starting sobbing again. The sobs ripped through my numb body and I shook with them.

KC pulled us over to a row of chairs and we sat down. He held my shaking body as I sobbed into his shouder, clinging to him mercifully.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispered. "Eli will be fine,"

"Dont you dare say that!" I snapped. "That's the exact same thing Eli said to me before JT died,"

KC was quiet.

A police man came over and sat next to us. "I need to ask you both a few questions about what happened,"

I shook my head, pulling myself tighter to KC, sobbing erraticly. I couldnt think about what I had expeirenced on the roof.

"Maybe in a few minutes. She's very worried about her boyfriend," KC answered.

"I need to know what happened," he said.

"Fitz shot Eli," I said into KC's shoulder.

"Tell me what happened from the begining,"

I shook my head. "It's too much,"

"I have time. Tell me,"

"No,"

"C'mon, Jules, tell them what happened. Let it out. It's okay," KC patted my back.

I shook my head again. Between KC and the cop saying "tell us" over and over and over and over and over and over again, I was loosing my mind. The scene on the roof kept playing my head, the scene when Spinner hit me replayed in my head, the scene when I found JT replayed in my head, the scene where I testifed replayed in my head, all the scenes when I cut myself replayed in my head. All the while, KC and the cop are just chanting. "Tell us," a million times.

"I'M BROKEN!" I screamed, jumping out of KC's grip and standing up. I was shaking uncontrobally, my sobs tearing a huge whole in my chest. KC reached out to hold me, but I yanked away. "Okay? Shattered. Jail and death revolves around me. Everyone in my life someone leaves me. I'm meant to be unhappy and alone and I'll never be able to live how I want. I'm completey broken apart. I'll never be able to be taped back up. I'm permenatly shattered. Forever,"

The cop nodded and KC stood up, taking me into his arms depsite me fighting. Eventually, I let him win and just collapsed into his hold. He held me upright, not bothering to sit back down, and patted my back as I sobbed. I felt like I was choking.

"I'm looking for a family memeber of Elijah Goldsworthy,"

My head snapped up and I saw a nurse standing in the middle of the waiting room. KC walked with me over to her. "He doesnt really have any family, but I'm his girlfriend,"

She nodded, her eyes became soft. My numb body fell limp and KC still held me upright.

This scene was all too familiar. "I'm sorry your brother's gone." I ran to Spinner and he caught my numb body, holding me while I cried. "JT...died," I choked out into his shoulder.

"Your boyfriend lost a lot of blood and it would have been a lot worse if the paramedics wouldnt have should in time,"

"So he's okay?" KC's deep voice was right in my ear.

"He's still drowsy from surgery and pretty incomprehensive, but he'll be perfect in a few weeks,"

Perfect in a few weeks.

The sentence repeated over and over in my head until in sunk it. Once it did, I could feel my body again. The hospital suddenly seemed a lot louder. I felt KC's hands against my arms, holding me up. The sting in my cheek had died down since the roof, but it still heart. Most importantly, I could feel my heart beating. Eli's heart was beating, my heart was beating.

"What room?" I asked, my throat cracked with tears.

"1196," she answered.

I broke away from KC's grasp, feeling confident that I could walk, and marched down the hall. When I found his room, I walked in.

Eli - my Eli - was lying in the hospital bed, doctor's nigthgown on with his should patched up and in a sling. There were about ten wires running along the floor and they all led up to his body. My baby looked just as broken as I felt. But the tiny movements of his chest gave me hope. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was no longer a pool of fear, it was warmth of the future. We would have a future, a life, a family. Eli was alive, I was alive. We were okay.

I hesitantly took a step forward and placed my hand on his. It felt so cold. His eyes snapped open and they tried to focus on me, but couldnt. He was still medicated.

It broke my heart to think about what he just went through. He caught shot for declaring his love to me.

"What happened?" he whispered.

I moved to sit on the edge of his bed, my hand still resting on top of his. "I'll tell you when you're more...concious,"

"Mmmm," he murmured, his eyes drifting close.

"You sleep, Eli, I'll be right here when you wake up," I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

"I have...a girl...friend, you know," he muttered, falling into his sleep.

"She wont mind," I smirked against his lips before gently touching them together. I pulled back and squeezed his hand gently. I grabbed a chair that was close by and placed it near his head. I took his hand again and leaned against his pillow, our heads touching.

Before I fell asleep - using Eli's quiet, comforting breathing as a lullably - I saw KC step in the doorway. I smiled at him and he smiled at me, then I drifted off to sleep with my Eli.

author's note: so this might be my favorite chapter. there arent many left, so review!