A/N...a little shorter than usual lately, but I hope its still good!
Again-thanks to everyone I harass asking for opinions before I post!
I don't know much about ICU, so I'm just kinda making it up as I go...
Michael and Sam followed the doctor to Fiona's ICU room. Michael noticed how white and clean everything looked. The the wall that connected to the door was entirely made of glass, so the nurses could see into all the rooms. Michael entered first, with Sam behind him. Michael stopped as soon as he entered the room. The nurse who was taking Fiona's vitals walked towards Michael, placed a hand on his shoulder and said "Sit down next to her. Hold her hand, talk to her and try to remain positive. She knows you are here."
Michael sat next to Fiona, holding her right hand in his, while gently caressing the top of her hand with his free hand. His eyes never left her face.
"Mike, I am so sorry. I..." Sam stuttered.
"Just go Sam. Get out of here."
Sam was confused. "Mike, I'm not going anywhere. You need anything, I'm here for you."
Michael got up and pulled Sam out into the hallway, away from the other patients. He began to shout at sam "I thought you were my brother, Sam. You know what bring Anson down meant to me. Anson started this fight when I got burned and I was to be the one to finish it. Not you Sam. This wasn't your fight. Anson was mine. You could have told Pearce that we could both have worked this op together. I could have handled things here and with Anson. I could have even had you work the field exclusively. Instead you screwed me over and you took everything for yourself. Don't come back. I don't need you."
Sam was heartbroken. He wanted to tell him he took over the operation for Michael's own safety. He didn't say anything because he knew Michael wouldn't hear him and trying to argue back would have led to a fist fight.
As Michael turned to leave, he saw Pearce coming towards them. Michael pointed at Pearce. "I do not want see you here either. Just work the job, clear Fiona's name and then I am done with you all. I can't believe you both you stab me in the back like this. This was my job to finish and you know that."
Pearce waited for Michael to Finish his rant. As he began to walk away, Pearce yelled after him "Besides the obvious reasons, do you know why else I am turning this over to Sam? I am giving you something I never got with my fiancée. I am giving you time. I would kill to be able to say goodbye to my fiancee but he died without me saying goodbye. To my dying day I will always hurt over that and I don't want to see you go through the same pain I went through."
Michael stormed off down the hallway. Sam called out to Michael but he didn't answer back. Sighing, Sam began to discuss what happened with the case so far and what he had in mind for the future.
Making his way to Fiona's room, Michael sat down in the chair, taking her hand again. He tried his best to keep his voice as happy as he could as he spoke. "I'm here Fi. Just get better for me, OK. I need you to get better. I promise I'm not leaving." As Michael looked at her badly battered face, he wished he could climb in bed with her and hold her until she woke up. He was so tired and knew she was too. He tried to speak to her again. "We are just going to rest together..." Michael voice hitched and he felt tears coming to his eyes. He stopped talking and brought her hand to his lips. He gave it a kiss and put her hand back on the bed. There was so much he wanted to say but he couldn't bring himself to say. Laying his head on her hand, he shut his eyes, praying that she would wake him up soon.
Sam watched Michael from the nurses station. He told one of the nurses that if his friend needed him during the night to call. He left his number on the counter and walked out of the ICU. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Maddie's number. "Maddie, its Sam. You need to get to the hospital. Fi was rushed here with stab wounds and other injuries. Mike's here alone. You might want to come sit with him in case he needs anything."