So here's Chapter 9 of this story. I might only take it to 10 or 11 if I can think up enough material to finish out this story. I don't own the BDS or anything associated with them...blah blah blah, I don't make money off this...blah blah blah...I don't own Murphy or Connor's character...insert ass coverage here... Okay, Chapter 9. :-D
- Brina's POV -
Connor smacked the nurse away and jumped to his feet; the syringe skittering across the tile floor. He reached beside him and grabbed Greenly, fumbling inside his jacket, and finally pulling out Greenly's gun. Pangs of fear, anger, worry, and sickness filled her body, realizing the seriousness of the situation. She licked her lips and took a small step forward. "Connor, just..don't do anything rash, okay? Let's just talk through this. Nothing has happened yet." He held the gun against the man's temple, poised and ready to pull the trigger at any given moment. Brina noticed Smecker behind Connor, motioning her to keep going. "Before you do anything, just look at him. That's Greenly. He has covered your ass and Murphy's ass for a few years now. He's your friend, Connor. You don't have to kill him." Greenly was painted with panic, but stayed very still. She knew Murphy would be upset with her, but she was the closest one to Connor. For a moment, she thought if she could get Connor to see Greenly as a person, a friend, he might back off and let him go.
But the wild and crazy look in his eye told her it wasn't working. All he could see was a target; someone to kill. She glanced at Smecker and saw the needle in his hand as he quickly approached Connor. As the needle was jammed into his back, Connor flailed and accidentally pulled the trigger. Brina held her stomach, just under her chest, feeling her heart pounding. She saw Connor's legs get wobbly and then he fell to the floor. Murphy appeared before her, and she smiled. She took her hand away to reach for him, but the look on Murphy's face scared her. He started screaming for Smecker as he scooped her against his chest. This was when she noticed how hard it was to breathe. She panted in his arms, looking him, curiously, in the eyes.
- Murphy's POV -
Paul knelt down and spoke softly to them. "Murphy, she's got to get to the ER." He stood and pulled her up with him, scooping her up in his arms. She stopped him from moving another inch. "Murphy," her breaths were short and quick as she tried to speak. "You can't...take me." She stopped talking a she began to feel the pain build inside of her. "Let..Smecker. G-go...with Connor." He stood her onto her feet, not letting go.
"Brina, I want to go with you." She smiled at him and nodded. "I know. But Connor...has an...appointment. I'm sure...Smecker...will get you...in to see me. Go with him. Let Smecker...take me to the ER." Smecker walked to her side and wrapped an arm around her, pressing his free hand to the hole in her side. Murphy quickly leaned down and kissed her, then let her go. He felt sick as he watched the two of them walk down the hallway. He turned and looked at his brother on the floor. The nurse returned with a stretcher and Murphy helped her load him onto it. They loaded onto the elevator and he watched as she pressed 7. Connor looked at peace, for now. Murphy could only hope and pray the surgery worked out for his brother.
Something had to give. He missed him; how he used to be. Funny as hell, strategic, the life of the party. But Connor hadn't been that guy for a long time, now. The ping of the elevator ripped him out of his thoughts. The nurse wheeled the gurney off and into a long hallway, taking the first right, through two sets of double doors, and into the operating room. The nurse escorted him back into the hallway, directing him to the waiting area. He found the room empty and for the first time in a long time, pulled his rosary out of his shirt and knelt down, beginning to pray. He prayed for Connor to make it through the surgery, and finally be back to normal. He prayed for safety for Smecker, Greenly and Duffy, for them to not ever be discovered to have been helping the two of them. He gave thanks for the doctor that had agreed to operate, the nurses who were to help. But mostly, he prayed for Brina. That she be okay. That God, should it be his will and desire, would heal her. He finished his prayer and looked at the clock, noticing an hour had gone by. He sat down in a chair, eyeing an old, worn copy of a reader's digest, but deciding against it. He crossed his arms over his chest, and laid his head back against the wall, closing his eyes, hoping to sleep through all of the time he would be waiting.
- Brina's POV -
She opened her eyes and saw Smecker sitting beside her. His head was laying over the back of the chair, eyes closed and his feet rested on the edge of the bed. She was sore, but could breathe fine now. She moved her foot and kicked Smecker's feet off the edge of the bed. He jerked awake, taking a moment to come back to where he was before he looked at Brina, smiling at him. He leaned over and sighed. "You scared us, Brina." She had a million questions; Where was Murphy? Was he okay? Did Connor make it through the surgery? Was he awake yet? Her mouth had just opened to speak when her door opened. She wished she could have jumped out of the bed and ran into his arms, but IV's and a weak feeling prevented her from doing so. She waited as Murphy walked over and leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Smecker moved the chair closer to the side of the bed so Murphy could sit. He walked over to the door before turning back to the two. "I'll be outside If you guys need anything, just let me know."
Murphy nodded at him, then turned to look back at Brina. He sat down in the chair and took her hand, kissing it, and not letting go of it. She noticed he was still in the same clothes that he had been when they brought Connor. "Murphy how long have I been in here?" He leaned onto the bed, using his elbows to prop himself up. As he opened his mouth to answer her, the door opened once again. A younger woman with black hair entered. She held a clip board and a pen as she walked to the side of the bed. "Miss O'Hara, I'm glad to see you awake. Who's this?" Brina licked her lips and smiled. "My boyfriend." The woman smiled and gave him a small nod. "She's lucky. Now, Brina, you've been in the hospital for almost a week now. You were shot in the chest. The bullet punctured your lung. We put in a chest tube and did surgery to repair the lung. Your doctor has wanted to keep you out of it until he felt like you were ready to wake up, and now that you're awake, I'd like for you to do some things for me." Brina nodded and slipped her hand out of Murphy's.
He stood up and moved the chair beside him on the wall as the woman walked to her side. "If you can, I'd like for you to sit up and dangle your legs off the edge of the bed. If you need some help, I'll do it." She shook her head as she used her arms to push herself up. She turned and slipped down to the end of the bed and let her right leg go over the edge, off the bed, followed by her left. The nurse timed her as she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. After a few more breathing exercises, she wrote down a few notes and slipped the pen into her pocket. "Brina, it's probably going to be for the best now, if you try to start walking around. Just start small, in the room here, then when you're ready, try the hallways. My deal, if you want to accept it, is this. When you can make it up the first flight of stairs in the stairwell, you can go home. There's only a dozen steps, but it's a lot for someone recovering from lung surgery. He can help you get there, but if and only then, you make it up by yourself, I'll insist with the doctor you can go home. Deal?" Brina smiled and nodded her head, watching as Murphy walked over to her side as the nurse left. Murphy stood in front of her, arms extended. "Come on. Let's see if we cant have you river dancing before the day's out." She rolled her eyes as she reached out and took his arms in her hands.
She stood up and took a moment to get used to being on her feet again. "Murphy, how's Connor?" He let her hold on to him as he moved backwards, allowing her to walk with a safety guard. "He's ok. He made it through the surgery just fine. Didn't much care for having someone watch him take a leak, getting in and out of the shower, or babying him. He's already himself again." She smiled slightly, knowing it was, hopefully, going to all be okay. The next four days went by, much the same. The nurse would check in on her, Murphy helped her walk around the room and the halls. She made it to the elevator by herself, but needed a rest. She took the few extra steps and climbed on, pressing the 7th floor button. The elevator pinged and she watched the two lights between the floors light up as she descended. Another ping, and the door slid open. She took the few steps out and to the reception desk where a heavy set black woman sat, typing on the computer. "Excuse me, nurse. I was looking for a patient that was here a few days ago. Marcum Wallace." She was surprised she remembered the fake name she had come up with for Connor to use. The woman typed a few more strokes on the computer before looking back to Brina. "He's in room 724. It's down the hallway, the fourth door on the right." Brina smiled and thanked her before setting on her way. Each step grew more and more difficult, but she was determined to see Connor. She passed the second door, a stupid pang of panic started to grow in her. He was better. Murphy said he was up and moving around, healthy as could be. She reached the fourth door and reached up, knocking gently on it. There was a small shuffle inside and the door opened. Connor stood before her. A pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt was all he was wearing. He said her name, so quietly, it came as a whisper.
"Hey, Connor. Can we talk for a minute?" He stepped to the side and she took a few steps, stumbling on the last. He reacted quickly and grabbed her, helping to the chair only a few feet away. She sat down and sighed, slightly out of breath. He shut the door and walked over to his bed, sitting down on the corner. They both stayed quiet for a minute, before he spoke. "Brina, I want to talk to you, first. I know...everything. I remember all of it. And...Christ. I'm sorry would be an insult at this point. There's no excuse for what I did to you. To Murphy. To anyone." He sighed, not knowing what to say or where to go from this point. "You all should have just left me for dead." She kept her eyes on him, plainly seeing he was overcome with the guilt of his actions. She had heard enough. "Connor...what you did...was inexcusable. And you're right. I'm sorry would be an insult. You kidnapped me, shot me, tried to kill Smecker." With each reminder of what he did, it looked like he was slapped in the face. "But...we all know it wasn't your fault. That's exactly what Murphy told me when I got away from you. And I was ready to kill him. Until he explained that you were sick. If there was no logical explanation, no honest way that you would do this on a regular basis...we probably would have let you die. Murphy was ready to."
She stood up and walked over to him, putting her hand on his cheek, directing his eyes to her own. "But you are his brother. And he loves you. All I wanted to do was make you better. I'd like to get to actually know you, Connor. I'm not afraid of you. Quit the pity party and just be happy. Thankful. You've got more time, and health, to be with your brother. To live." She let her hand slip off his cheek as she walked towards the door. As she reached for the handle, he stopped her. "Brina...Why? After everything I did to you..why?" She turned around and looked at him, leaning on the door for support. "Because. You're a man worth saving. Murphy loves you, and I love Murphy. It was to help the both of you." She walked out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. She needed to get back to her room before anyone found her missing this late at night.
Tuh duh! Sooo...that was a LOT of medical research and I'm sure I still got a crap ton of stuff wrong. Recuperation times...actual surgery and crap..and if I did...I am sorry lol i'm a fanfiction writer. not a med student. The next chapter may, or may not, be the last. If you've loved this story, then send me some ideas where I could go with a second story! I'd love to hear suggestions and comments..let me know. :)