PJ BYRNE THE VOICE OF BOLIN FROM LEGEND OF KORRA FAVORITED ONE OF MY TWEETS. I AM STILL FREAKING OUT OVER IT. I FEEL SO, SO, NOTICED AND IMPORTANT.
Anyway, it is Sunday, which is my only day off during the week. So I have spent it writing, er, typing, and marathoning The Legend of Korra. I got through the first season, which I forgot how awesome it is, and now I'm on the second season, which isn't nearly as good. The final season starts Friday, and I want to remember what happened. I'm going to miss it so much ):
Also, the premieres of all my shows were absolutely wonderful. I recommend everyone watch Chicago P.D., Chicago Fire, SVU, Grey's Anatomy, and one of my new favorites, How To Get Away With Murder. Go, right now!
"I have an update on Lillian Rush?"
The three Detective's heads snap up, and the surgeon suddenly has all the attention wrapped around his blue scrubs covered body.
"She's alive, right?" Kat asks, trying to keep her bottom lip from quivering. Her eyes scan the surgeons face, but finds nothing except professionalism. It's obvious he's been through this a million times before.
"It was touch and go at first, we almost lost her, but she should be fine."
There's a loud whooshing sound; compliments of three of Philly's finest letting out a simultaneous sigh of absolute relief. Scotty's standing there, mouth slightly agape, eyes swimming with solace and the color returning to his face.
He wants to speak, but has no idea what to say, like the words are glued to the back of his throat. His mind is a scrambled mess, all of those horrific scenarios from earlier vanishing like smoke. He can't keep focusing on what had happened, only on what's going to happen.
Kat, sensing her friends nerves, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder and smiles.
"She's alive, Scotty. She's alive."
After what seems like 50 nurses flow in and out of Lilly's room for vital checks, Scotty's finally left alone with her. She looks awful, all the tubes and wires hooked up to her body, and she's pale, much too pale.
But she's alive, and that's what matters.
Scotty cautiously tip-toes up to her bedside to take the seat that's situated right next to her head. He set his elbows on his knees and just watches the slight rise and fall of her chest.
"That's right Lil, in and out," He whispers to her unconscious form. The longer he stares at her, the more pressure he feels pressing against the back of his eyes. He can't stand this, simply sitting here, waiting for her to wake up. "You gotta wake up, Lil. Please." There's a crack in voice he didn't know could exist.
It's the loudest silence that Scotty Valens has ever dealt with in his life. He slowly moves up to Lilly's face, wishing he could see those beautiful blue eyes again. He needs a sign, even the tiniest bit of movement, to give him some hope.
Through the glass window outside in the hall, Nick observes as Scotty buries his head into his hands. He shoves his own into his pants pockets and shakes his head.
"He looks exhausted." Nick comments. "He should take a few hours to rest up. It's not like Lil's going anywhere."
"You really think he's going to leave her ?" Kat asks, giving him a serious look. She knows Nick isn't the smartest person in the Universe, but if he can't see what's happening right before his eyes, she's been dead wrong for years.
"What do you mean?"
"You really are dumber than you look." Kat scoffs before stalking off in search of coffee.
Nick watches her disappear with a look of complete confusion.
"Is it something I said?"
It hadn't taken long for Scotty to fall asleep in the chair. It's not like he meant to, but the stress of the day has taken a real toll on his body. Before he can fall into a deep one, he's awoken with a gentle tap on the shoulder.
"Detective Valens?"
It's Ellie and the doctor they've come to know as Dr. Casey. The Boss is in the room this time too, his left arm pinned tightly against his chest.
Scotty shoots up in his seat and his attention instantly lands on the hospital bed with alarm. Lilly's still there in the same position as before, which he assumes is better than nothing.
"She's fine, improving by the minute." Ellie reassures him with kind smile. The tone of her voice intertwined with her words gives him comfort.
"Is there something we should know?" John questions from across the room.
"We're going to bring Detective Rush back down to the OR tomorrow to close her wound and hopefully take out the chest tube. She'll stay on the ventilator overnight just as a precaution. She's not strong enough to breath on her own quite yet," Dr. Casey informs them, flipping through the notes on his clipboard. "If everything goes as planned, she should be back to nailing perps in a few weeks."
A rush of relief washes over Scotty's entire being. His muscles start aching, telling him he's been tense this entire time. Lilly'll be back to giving him orders in no time. Dr. Casey gives a parting head nod before leaving the room with Ellie.
John observes his Detective, how his gaze is constantly flickering between the monitors and his partner's face. His usual air of pride and assurance is gone, replaced by panic and agony. John knows exactly what's going through Scotty's mind, he's been through it before himself.
"This wasn't your fault, Scotty."
The younger man's jaw clenches.
"Yeah, sure, Boss," Scotty spats, voice dripping with sarcasm. "And the reason you got shot wasn't 'cause you lied to a psychopath. Let's just pretend this whole thing was an accident."
John sighs, rubbing his forehead with his good hand. There really isn't much he can say at this point, Scotty isn't himself right now. He walks to the door, but pauses to glance over his shoulder.
"If it weren't for you, Scotty, Lil wouldn't be here. You did the right thing."
It starts with a trembling lip, trying so hard to hold the tears back, but one never fails to disobey and break the already cracking barrier. That one hot tear rolls down the cheek, signaling others to join the journey down. It's cleansing in a way, releasing all of those bottled up emotions.
But the crying that escalates to the point of violent sobs and harsh attempts to breathe is almost impossible to bear, and even harder to be the source of.