Shawn swallowed and hugged the pineapple he had brought, like a very spiky teddy bear. It was hard to see Jules this way. She was one of those people who sometimes tried to hide her emotions, but always ended up showing them anyways. Shawn had watched her do this when he had been with Abigail, trying to hide the sad look on her face. Or when Shawn told a joke, and Juliet tried not to laugh in front of Lassiter. Shawn would have killed for any sort of emotion from her right now, hidden or not, sad or happy. He hated seeing Juliet blank faced and unconscious, all sorts of tubes sticking out of her.
"Hey Jules." Shawn took his girlfriend's hand, hoping maybe she would wake up from the sound of his voice. No response. He kept talking. "Look, I know that I owe you a lot more than you owe me for saving my life countless times, but I'm going to ask you a teensie favor. Juliet, could you please wake up, and soon? Because we all like you a lot better that way." Shawn rambled, "I know I'm very fond of you. So are your nephews. Even Lassie, who gave you that nicely wrapped gift... which Gus is now eating. What's wrong with you man?" Shawn turned to Gus, who was eating the chocolates that had been in the box Lassiter had dropped off.
"You know I'm a stress eater Shawn." Gus said, looking up. "Besides, it's not like she's going to want them anytime soon."
"Dude, at least pretend you have a heart." Shawn scoffed. "Was there anything else in the box?"
"Yeah, it's kind of creepy actually" Gus pulled something else out of the box.
"Whoa, he gave her a gun?" Finn asked.
"Yep, that's the Lassie we know." Shawn muttered. "Buddy, if you're stressed just use that." He gestured to the pistol in Gus's hand.
"You want me to shoot someone to deal with stress?"
"No, time yourself disassembling and reassembling it. That's what Jules does for stress."
There was a tense silence in the room as everyone glanced at the unconscious junior detective.
"Can I see the gun?" Drake asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't think that's a good-" Gus started, but Shawn shrugged, taking the gun and handing it to Drake.
"Just don't shoot anyone, I don't think we need anyone else hospitalized."
"Okay."