Dun dun DUNN! Left you all on another cliffy. A sad cliffy. But a cliffy none the less.
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Juliet was sobbing hysterically into the shoulder of Henry Spencer. Henry Spencer let the silent tears fall, keeping the good memories of Shawn alive. Lassiter still hadn't taken in the death and was staring wide eyed at Shawn's lifeless body. Gus refused to take in Shawn's death and was still frantically and desperately giving chest compression while yelling "Don't you give up on me, Shawn!"
At last, the ambulance arrived. They quickly took over from Gus, placing monitors to see Shawn's heartbeat. A long, endless, high pitched beep came from the monitor. Two men escorted Henry, Juliet, Carlton and Gus into another room, though none of them went all to willingly. The other two took out the defibrillators from the back of the ambulance. One rubbed the two pads together and then placed them on Shawn's chest. The first wave rocked through Shawn's body, making him jump up but then returning to his lifeless limp state.
The men increased the Voltage and tried again. They rubbed the pads together, placed it on Shawn's chest and another wave went through his body. Again, he jumped up, but other than that nothing. They tried again. Increased the voltage, rubbed the pads together, and placed on his chest. Shawn's body jumped up and returned to the usual state. And then, finally, the most beautiful sound. A gap in between the high pitched noise coming from the monitors.
"We got a pulse."
The ambulance ride was one that Henry Spencer hoped he would soon forget. As soon as he heard that his son had a pulse, he insisted – no, demanded- that he be allowed to travel in the ambulance with him. The paramedics didn't exactly have the time available to argue, so they let him.
Shawn's heart gave up three times before at last they arrived at the hospital. Shawn was just losing way to much blood. Each time his heart stopped, the paramedics got closer and closer to giving up on Shawn. But, of course, they never did. Now, at last, they were at the hospital. Shawn was in surgery for the past three hours. Henry, Gus, Juliet and Carlton were at the coffee shop in the hospital, anxiously awaiting any news.
Not a word had been said in those three hours. They all just stared into their now cold coffee. They all hoped that Shawn would live through this. Chief Vick arrived. She approached Henry first. She didn't know what to say. What could she have said? 'Sorry your son died on a case we didn't believe in?' instead, she placed a hand on Henry's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. Henry just sighed, acknowledging her sympathy.
"It's all my fault" Gus said, breaking the silence. Everyone stared at him. "I should have gone with him. We all know how Shawn can be sometimes, always getting himself into trouble. I should have been there to keep him out."
"It wasn't your fault" Chief Vick said. She looked around at the other four, immediately understanding that every single one of them blamed themselves. "It wasn't any of your faults. You want to know what put Shawn in the hospital? William Pond. Not you. And believe me, he's going to spend a long time in jail for that."
"He got out in 10 years for killing 4 people. Who's to say he won't get out again?" Gus asked.
"He's a repeated offender this time. They'll keep a better eye on him" Chief assured him.
"What about Natalie?" Juliet asked, remembering how she gave herself up and didn't even run.
"We're still investigating that."
And then it was silent. And it remained that way until finally, forty nine minutes later, a nurse approached them.
"Henry Spencer?" she asked. Henry looked at her, fearing the worst.
"Yes?"
"Come with us" was all the nurse said. She led him down the hall until finally they came to a corridor outside a room. The room was locked and the blinds were shut. "Wait here. A doctor will be here shortly."
"How's my son?" she just looked at him with apologetic eyes and opened the door to the room behind them.
A doctor approached Henry Spencer, who was sitting by Shawn's bed. Shawn was so lifeless. He lay in that hospital bed, leg wrapped up and elevated. He had an oxygen tube going through his nose and even had his stomach wrapped up. It had only been half an hour since Shawn got out of surgery.
"May I have a word with you?" the Doctor asked Henry. Henry nodded grimly. They stood up and walked outside Shawn's room.
"Please tell me he's alright" Henry said. "The nurse wasn't very helpful. She just said that Shawn was out of surgery. When I asked for more, she just told me the same thing." The doctor smiled.
"He's going to be fine" the doctor said. Immediately, the heavy load was lifted off Henry as he exhaled in relief. Those five words made his day. "the cut on his leg was stitched up. That was the easy bit. We got the bullet out of his foot. It hit a vein when he was shot, so that was pretty important to sew up. As for his stomach, the knife just pierced his intestine. We did manage to patch it up and we were also able to deal with all the fluids that got out. If the knife went in any further, he would have been dead for sure. Your son is very lucky to be alive." Henry smiled.
"That's my boy" he said with a smile.
"He just needs to rest right now. He shouldn't be awake until tomorrow. I suggest going home, getting some rest yourself. We'll call you if anything changes or if he wakes up early."
"That's alright, doc. I want to be here when my son wakes up." The doctor nodded, very used to hearing that from parents. He gestured to Shawn's room but Henry shook his head.
"Do you mind if I give the others the good news?" he asked. The doctor smiled.
"Not at all."
Juliet, Carlton and Gus stayed at the coffee shop. The nurse had said that only family could go see Shawn. That only made them worry more. They feared that the worst had happened. Why wouldn't the nurse tell them anything other than 'He's out of surgery'?
After a while, the chief left to go back to the station. She had more work to do but told the others to call her if anything changed in Shawn's health.
Carlton stood up and walked to the window, staring out of it. Juliet had never seen Carlton look so upset. So she walked over to him. Gus, however, stayed where he was. He didn't even notice people had left. He was far too focused on his best friend.
"Carlton?" Juliet asked. He turned to face her and Juliet saw his eyes starting to water. "Oh, Carlton." She walked up to him and gave him a hug. While patting his back, she said "Talk to me." Carlton just shook his head. "Come on, Carlton. It's not good to keep this all locked up.
"He can't die" he said, his voice betraying his 'I don't care' façade. Juliet nodded.
"We don't know yet, Carlton. He could be just fine."
"But what if he isn't?" he asked. "I should have put my gun down. I should have known. He killed four people. How bad could he feel if he killed one more? I should have put my gun down…"
"Your heart was in the right place. You didn't think he would do it. And no one blames you. I know for sure that Shawn wouldn't." Carlton shook his head.
"If Spencer doesn't survive this, I don't think I could ever forgive myself." Juliet didn't know what else to say. So she said nothing at all. She just gave him another hug.
Henry approached Gus, who was now sitting alone at the table. Gus looked up to see a smile on Henry's face. And that was all he needed. Gus jumped up, hopeful eyes and a new smile on his face.
"Is he?" Henry nodded. "He's alright?!" Gus exclaimed. Carlton and Juliet turned around, hearing Gus's ecstatic voice.
"There you two are!" Henry exclaimed.
"Shawn's alright?" Juliet asked.
"He'll live!" Henry exclaimed.
"Well, that's great" Carlton said, his bravado act back on. "Now, if you excuse me, I've got work to do. What a waste of time this has been." Juliet gave him a look.
"Come on, Lassie" Gus said. Carlton sighed.
"Well, I suppose I could spare a couple minutes…" he said. Henry lead the way with Gus following slowly behind. Juliet looked at Carlton, who had a huge smile on his face.
Henry was sitting in Shawn's room. He had finally fallen asleep. Henry was tossing and turning, wondering of Shawn really was alright. Shawn hadn't moved a muscle since he was last in his room and he was afraid something might have happened. Gus, Carlton and Juliet had all gone home at 2 o'clock in the morning, after Henry promised he would call as soon as Shawn woke up. It was five o'clock when Henry finally fell asleep.
At six thirteen, the heart rate monitor that Shawn was hooked up to started to speed up. The faster and odd beeping caused Henry to wake up. Just as he did, he saw Shawn's eyes slowly pry open. Shawn fully opened his eyes and looked around, finally finding the familiar face of his father.
"Dad?" Shawn asked.
Henry didn't care if he only got an hour sleep. He didn't care if he never slept again. His son was alive. His son was conscious. That was all that he cared about. Henry walked up to his son and hugged him tight, never wanting to let go. Soon Henry found himself crying of joy as he looked into his son's very confused eyes.