A/N - A very short update for this one but I want to keep it ticking over so here you go enjoy...
The frantic thump of Emily's feet on the ground echoed through the busy hallway. She chanced a quick look over her shoulder and was relieved to see that her husband was right behind her. They both reached the reception desk at the same time and she didn't even wait to catch her breath before speaking. "Paul Levesque. I'm looking for Paul Levesque, I….I received a call a while ago….they told me to come here…" Emily trailed off.
"You a relative?" the unaffected man behind the desk half looked up from the screen as he typed away.
"I'm his sister."
A painstaking silence descended that lasted a little longer than Emily was willing to bear. But the reassuring hand on her shoulder was enough to calm her nerves and she smiled at her husband. The man was a Godsend. She was just thankful that Stephanie had offered to look after Danny while they were here. Not that she had expected anything less.
"You need to go through these double doors and then make a right. They'll be able to help you there."
Emily didn't offer thanks or even acknowledge the burly receptionist. Instead she took off towards the double doors. A sharp right later and a second receptionist was waiting, this one much more amenable than the first although she never got to show it. "I'm looking for Paul Levesque…"
"Are you family?"
She whipped around to find a doctor standing right behind her with a clipboard in hand.
"Yes…yes, I'm his sister, Emily. This is my husband Warren."
"Come this way," the doctor motioned with his hand and led the two family members to a quiet corridor where they could speak privately. He looked into the worried eyes of his patient's sister and finally managed a small smile. "So your brother is currently in intensive care. Don't be alarmed, he's in there recovering from emergency surgery. We managed to pull all three bullets out…."
"Three?" Emily mumbled, her eyes quickly turning watery. Paul had been shot three times. All of a sudden she felt like she had been shot herself. How could this be happening?
"You haven't spoken to the police?" When the doctor received empty stares he continued. "Mr Levesque was shot three times; once in the leg, once in the shoulder and once in the gut."
"Oh my god."
"Your brother is extremely lucky to be alive. He lost a lot of blood but he should make a full recovery. The surgery went incredibly well. I guess even God appreciates a hero," the doctor managed with a wry smile. "I'll take you to him. You can see him briefly and after that I'll need you to fill in some forms. I also believe there is a Detective Michaels waiting around to speak to you."
Emily breathed an inward sigh of relief. Shawn was here. At least he could fill in the blanks but first all she wanted to do was see her brother. Three bullets. Three fucking bullets. And what did the doctor mean about God appreciating a hero? She had so many questions but they could wait. "Can we see him?"
"Right this way."