Chapter Seven-Waiting
The ambulances screamed through the city streets to the closest hospital. It quickly emptied out its passengers and they were both sent straight to the operating room. Everyone else was pacing in the waiting room, anticipating any news about their friend.
"What happened?" Colby asked, bursting through the doors. He scanned the room. "Where's…"
"Colby, what are you doing here?" Amita asked, puzzled.
"I was just cleared this morning," Colby answered quickly. "Now where's Don? What happened?"
"Marissa shot him," Charlie said quietly. Everyone turned to the young genius and Amita gasped. His white shirt was drenched in blood. His hands were stained red and they were shaking. David took off his jacket to show small stains of blood on his deep blue shirt as well. He handed Charlie his jacket and he took it graciously.
"Don is going to be fine," Liz said, her voice shaking and giving away the lack of bravery. "Hey Colby," she added, laughing a bit. She hadn't seen him since he was put in jail.
"Hey Liz," Colby smiled and the two sat in the hard plastic chairs. Amita pulled out her phone.
"What are you doing Amita?" Larry asked, his hand hadn't left Megan's since back at FBI. Amita only held up a finger to silence him.
"Hello, Mr. Eppes?" At the proper name of his father, Charlie's chest tightened. Amita reached out and grabbed Charlie's hand. "Yes, it's Amita," a small bit of silence. "…actually, could you come to the hospital? There was…a problem at FBI…No, Charlie's fine, it's Don," Amita squeezed Charlie's hand. "You're welcome, see you soon," Amita clicked the phone shut and simply stared at the device in her hand. Charlie stood up and hugged her close.
"What would I do without you," he whispered. Amita replied by kissing his cheek and holding him tight.
"Everything's going to be okay Charlie," Amita reassured her boyfriend.
On the other side of the waiting room, Liz stared-unfocused-at a poster on the wall. "Liz?" Colby asked. No reply. "Liz, he's going to be okay…" again, no reply, but Colby noticed a tear drip from her face. "Liz…" He side-hugged her tightly and she greatly accepted the comfort. Five minutes later, Alan stormed into the waiting area, demanding answers, in which, Dr. Alvaros was then ready to answer.
"How is he?" Alan asked, hoping that the smile on the woman's face was a good sign.
"Don just got out of surgery, the bullet missed his carotid artery by millimeters and we successfully repaired the damage. He's being cleaned up and we've got him hooked to an IV and B positive. You all can see him in about a half hour, but he needs rest to make the full recovery we think he'll reach." Liz still had no words; she just simply hugged the doctor. Don was going to be fine.