So I kinda messed up my ending, just couldn't get it to be what I wanted.
But hopefully it will suffice.

Thanks for reading x

St Francis Medical – General POV

A call went out over the PA alerting the hospital staff of an incoming gunshot victim. Nurses and Doctors scurried around putting on disposable gowns and gloves preparing for the arrival of the ambulance before standing at the door to the Emergency Department.

The ambulance pulled up and the paramedic jumped out, rolling the gurney towards them whilst the other paramedic held on to the end by the head of the patient.

"34 year old female, gunshot wound to the chest, appears to have punctured the left ventricle. Codded once at the scene"

"Someone page Cardiology and get an OR prepped." A nurse in flowery scrubs quickly darted to a nearby phone hanging on the wall and made a call.

The staff transferred the patient to a hospital gurney and the paramedics moved theirs to the side, cleaning it before leaving their paperwork at the desk and heading back out to the ambulance.

Two Doctors and a nurse rolled the gurney into the elevator, riding it up to the 3rd floor operating rooms, oblivious to the sea of men in black uniforms, quickly filling the waiting area and the large, 6 foot 4 black man demanding answers and updated from the quivering intern at the Emergency desk.

Tank POV

I let out a sigh and smacked my hand against the desk, getting frustrated with the clueless staff member standing in front of me. She was wearing green scrubs but I had no idea if she was a nurse, intern or doctor. Hell she could have been the cleaner for all I knew.

"I need the name of the doctor handling the surgery of Stephanie Plum."

She shook slightly as she tapped some keys on her keyboard "I'm so..so..sorry Sir" she stuttered "I don't have a patient by that name registered in our system. What was she admitted for?"

"She just came through here! Gunshot wound."

"Oh we did have a lady come through but I can't get that name to work. S-t-e-f-a-n-i-e?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the idiot standing in front of me.

"S-t-e-p-h-a-n-i-e" I slowly said each letter to her and she made an 'O' face, finally figuring it out. She punched some more keys on the keyboard and nodded her head.

"Dr Fredric Seinfeld is the Cardiothoracic Surgeon that's performing the surgery. If Dr Seinfeld is unavailable, Dr Martella will do it. He's our other surgeon here."

I turned from the counter, pulling out my phone to give Ranger an update until he could get here himself. Bobby came up to me so I gave him the names of the two surgeons working here.

"They're both excellent surgeons. Dr Seinfeld worked on Spook when he was still working with us." Spook had taken a bullet to the chest after not wearing a vest to a robbery, he was lucky to have survived.

"Tank, update." Rangers' voice bellowed through the phone, causing me to pull my attention back to him.

"She's been taken up to surgery, Dr Seinfeld is performing the surgery, Bobby said he's one of the best in the area and she's in good hands. ETA?"

"I'm about 15 minutes out. There was an accident with road closures and detours. Keep me updated." Knowing that was the end of our conversation I hung up.

Letting myself fall in to the chair with a sigh I rested my head on my fists. "I know how you feel man. Waiting sucks. I hope Bombshell can pull through this." I didn't look at Bobby, just nodded my head in agreement. She's a fighter, she'll pull through this. She has to.

Ranger POV

Another detour, another reduced speed limit sign and another person going slower than the posted limit. If this driver didn't hurry up and get out the way, I was going to go up the sidewalk to go around them.

There was an accident at the Tasty Pastry; an old lady had driven her car straight through the shop window. The tow truck was in the process of pulling it out, causing a complete road closure and the detours. Steph would have loved to have been there though, they were giving out free donuts and cakes to those at the scene, probably anticipating they'd be closed for a while and not wanting to waste anything.

Finally the driver in front of me pulled off into a parking space so I quickly increased my speed, going just over the limit, once the speed restrictions ended I was off again, hoping to not catch any red lights.

I approached the intersection of South Olden Ave, the light for traffic heading along Olden changed to Amber, and I knew the light would change for me in 4 seconds so I maintained my speed, hitting the line just after my light had turned green.

From my peripheral I caught a flash of blue, I quickly turned by head as a Mack truck collided with the passenger side of the Porsche with a mighty bang and the sound of metal on metal, shoving my Porsche off the road and slamming it in to a pole.

"Gotta get to Steph. Gotta help Babe" I could hear myself mumbling and slurring my words as I fought with the airbag, I couldn't move my left arm and knew something wasn't right. I heard voices approaching the vehicle but couldn't see anyone and couldn't make myself speak. Things started to get muffled and quiet, then darkness crept in.

Tank POV

"Sir are you here for Stephanie Plum?" A nurse came up to me and quietly asked. At my nod she led me down the hall to an empty room. "I'm sorry to say but the damage to Ms Plums' heart was more extensive than they realised. Currently her heart is barely functioning and we have numerous machines keeping here alive. The odds aren't good in this scenario. Ms Plum needs an urgent heart transplant and we've made the call to UNOS but it's a waiting game, again I'm sorry"

She quickly scurried away and I just stood there in shock. A heart transplant. Any one of us at Rangeman would give her anything she needed to stay alive, but this was the one thing we couldn't give her. We couldn't help her.

I numbly walked back to the waiting room, seeing all the men stand to hear the progress. I shook my head at them, letting them know it wasn't going to be good news. Les slammed his fist in to the wall and rested his head against it. He and Steph had become super close and I think they were best friends but more like family, I knew this would affect him more than others.

Letting them know what the nurse said everyone quietly sat back down processing the information, hell I was still processing it myself.

The doors to the Emergency department opened and paramedics wheeled in another patient, from my position, still standing against the wall I could see them clearly. It was Ranger. Shit could this day get any worse.

Again I had to bug the nurses for information regarding Ranger and to let them know to find me with any information as I held his legal power of attorney.

Shortly after a Doctor came and found me, I can't remember his name; I don't care at this point "Mr Manoso sustained a major trauma to his brain and body. I'm sorry to say but there is no brain activity and it is very unlikely that he would ever wake up. If he was, his quality of life would be severely impaired, he would be unable to speak or walk. (AN: I have no idea about medical stuff, only what I've learnt from TV). Did Mr Manoso ever discuss his wishes to you as his advocate?"

He had, but I didn't want to have to do it. Ranger had always said to 'pull the plug' if he was ever in a coma for more than 2 months or if he would be permanently disabled or unable to care for himself.

The doctor and I discussed the process of what would happen, once they turned the machines off. Ranger would eventually stop breathing and pass away. I asked to be able to say goodbye with Lester.

We were both there as he took his last breath and left this world, taking a part of all of us with him.

Three days later – Steph POV

The sounds of beeping were driving me nuts, breaking through my sleep induced haze. I struggled to open my eyes, taking a glance around the room. I was in a hospital; I knew that before I opened my eyes, Les was asleep in the chair next to my bed, with his face resting on his iPad. The lights were all dimmed to not annoy me, either that or it was night time, but I couldn't see a window. All I knew though was that my chest and throat were burning.

I pressed the nurse call button on the side of the bed and closed my eyes again, wishing the pain away. Les stirred next to me, his hair tickling my hand. "Steph, are you awake?" I let out a slight groan, although it came out more of a whimper. I didn't trust my voice to crap out on me making me sound like a bullfrog.

Les kind of gushed over me until the nurse came in and checked me over, giving me some water before going to call a doctor to come see me.

I gave Les my best 'explain' face. He swiped his hand across his face, explaining the shooting and my requiring a heart transplant. I mouthed Ranger to him. I'm surprised he isn't in here.

He opened his mouth to say something when the Doctor came in and started chatting with me. He said my vitals were good and my body didn't seem to be rejecting the transplant which was a good sign. With the promise –like it was something to look forward to- of seeing me soon he left the room with Les trailing behind.

Les returned 10 minutes later looking somber and had Tank come in with him. He sat down in his chair grabbing my hand.

"Beautiful, this isn't going to be easy and I need to you try and stay calm, because stress isn't good for you right now" He paused to let out a breath and look at Tank "The day you were shot, Ranger was in an accident. A truck ran a red light and hit his Porsche. He was quickly brought here to the hospital but the damage sustained to his body was too severe"

Tank jumped in "His body was shutting down before they even got him to the hospital. He had internal bleeding and a massive head trauma causing blood clots"

I felt my body start to shake as tears racked my body, he was gone. Ranger, my Ric was dead. How is that fair? He deserves to be in this world more than me! Les pressed his head against mine and I could feel him shaking slightly too. He'd lost his cousin and I knew he was hurting.

"I'm sorry Steph there's something else we need to tell you. Ranger was an organ donor" I started shaking my head, knowing where he was going "You have his heart Steph" I broke, the tears wouldn't stop, I couldn't breathe. A nurse came from nowhere, injected something in to my IV and disappeared again. I felt my body start to relax and my eyes get heavy.

They didn't let me out of the hospital for another 4 days. They did all sorts of evaluations on me, physical and mental. I think they were concerned because I said nothing for three days after Tank told me I had Rangers heart, beating in my chest. But today I was going home. I had asked Ella if I could stay on 4 as I wasn't ready to be in our apartment yet. She understood and put me in the apartment next to Lester.

I didn't want to do it, but the funeral for Ranger was being held tomorrow. His parents had arranged it, whilst I was in the hospital. It was all too soon for me, I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

January 15th 2015

The funeral was a small service with the family at their local church, followed by a grave service, where his extended family and all of Rangeman attended.

His mother played a song which had me balling my eyes out, more than I already was. She held my hand the whole time it was playing. I picked up certain parts which reflected us so well.

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind.
My love, look what you can do.
I am mending, I'll be with you.

You took my hand, added a plan,
You gave me your heart.
I asked you to dance with me.

You loved honestly,
Gave what you could release.
Ah oh.

I know in peace you'll go.
I hope relief is yours.

(Song: Sia – My Love)

After the funeral Maria invited me to stay with them for a while, I politely declined, letting her know that I needed some time alone to process.

Ella drove me back to Rangeman; I got off on the 4th floor making my way to my apartment. I stopped at the door. "This isn't home. I miss you" I whispered quietly fighting back tears. I swiped angrily at the ones that fell, before turning on my heel heading for the elevator and pressing the button for 7.

I hesitated at the apartment door before using my fob to enter. The curtains were drawn and it was almost dark, except for the sun trying to break through the gaps. I inhaled, smelling Bulgari lingering by the door. I kicked off my shoes and padded through the lounge to our room.

Crawling up the bed I slid between the sheets, grabbing his pillow and wrapping my arms around it like it was Ranger. I felt warm and safe. It felt like he was with me.

All day my chest was hurting, but laying down here, the pain seemed to leave me and I felt at peace. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I was standing in front of the Diner where Ranger and I first met; I ripped the door open, hurrying inside. I let my eyes adjust to the bright lights. The dinner wasn't the same as I remember, it was all white but there sitting in the back corner, dressed in black was Ranger.

He stood up and came over to me, pulling me in to a tight embrace "I've missed you babe" He said breathing me in.

"I miss you too. How could you leave me? What are you doing here?"

"I'd do anything to save you Babe. I'm waiting for you" He took me hand, leading me towards a door "Trust me?" I nodded. He opened the door and stepped in to a bright light. All my pain was gone, I was happy and I was with the man I love. I was in heaven.

Stephanie Plum passed away in her sleep on January 15th 2015. Her heart stopped.

The End

Sorry for the lame ending, I wanted them to end up together, one way or another.
If you haven't heard the song, I recommend having a listen.
Sia's partner actually died in a car accident and that's what she sings about

Thank you for taking the time to read and to those who reviewed, I really appreciate it x