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Psych

Thud, thud, thud: his head was pounding in time with lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub of his heart. He felt awful, beyond awful, shitty. No, if shitty and awful got together and had a baby. Shitful...awitty... Awitty? Horrible. Note to self: work on wording.

Shawn peeled heavy eyelids open, the dimly lit room blurry. He heard muffled voices coming from the hallway. He tried to tune into what they were saying, but any type of moving had a wave of nausea roll through him. So he opted to stay still. Besides, the next word, his father's voice piercing his head, was probably heard around the world.

"WHAT?"

Shawn's door flew open, Henry storming across the floor followed by Juliet and Lassiter. "Henry, that's what he said," Lassiter said trying to keep the retired cop calm.

"And I'm telling you he's a lying son-of-a-bitch," Henry retorted crossing his arms.

"He seemed pretty sure."

"Carlton, he's been shot and stabbed, and who knows what the doctors have him on. Maybe he's confused," Juliet said slowly, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"I don't disagree, but if Steinberg is right..." Carlton trailed off.

Why were they talking about Steinberg. Shawn was pretty sure he was dead. He saw Lindsay kill him. Unless he survived, And it wouldn't be above the giant, blond cockroach to live. Asshole...

"Shawn would never do anything like this. I mean, yes, he's done some questionable things in his lifetime, but this..." what did Shawn do? Come on Dad, Shawn thought, more info.

"He's right, Carlton."

"Okay," Shawn rasped out trying and failing to sit up. He noticed Juliet jump, Lassiter and his father throwing him disapproving looks. Hey, he was in a hospital. They should be nicer to him. "What are you guys talking about?"

Three uncertain looks were exchanged, a heavy silence filling the room. Shawn's heart sped up. How bad could it be if Lassie wasn't about to rub his face in it?

"Shawn," Juliet started tentatively. "What do you remember?"

"Um..." Shawn closed his eyes, unconsciously resting his right hand's fingertips to the side of his head. "I was knocked out outside the police station after following Steinberg. He was on the phone with someone who I later found out was Lindsay..."

"Lindsay? As in Leikin?" Lassiter asked slowly, Shawn opened his eyes to see a skeptical look on the detective's face.

"Yeah, Lassie. Steinberg helped her out of prison."

"Be careful with that accusation, kid," Henry said cautiously.

"I swear. I woke up tied to a chair..." and he proceeded to tell them everything that had happened to him, in perfect detail, up to the car accident. That was still a bit spotty.

When he finished his story he felt exhausted. Funny, usually the sound of his own voice rejuvenated him. It had to be his head wound.

"That's exactly what happened?" Lassiter looked up from a notebook Shawn hadn't noticed he took out. Yeah, definitely the head wound, he usually noticed everything.

"Yeah, why?" Shawn didn't like being in the dark, ever since he was a little kid. He had to know what was going on, especially if it was about him.

"Shawn, Steinberg's alive. He's been out of surgery for about forty minutes. When we went down to see him, he said..." Juliet trailed off, glancing over at Lassiter.

"What did he say?" they were really starting to freak him out, now.

"Spencer, he claims you shot him."

Shawn was quiet a moment, a dozen or so emotions rolling through him, then he said, "Wow, never been accused of shooting someone before." after all that Steinberg had did to him and the asshole claimed he, Shawn Spencer, shot him. Shawn didn't shoot people...well, not on purpose. And that was when he was thirteen, with a BB gun, and Gus forgave him eventually.

"Test my hand for GSR, you won't find any. Besides, why would I shoot a cop. I like this little thing called freedom. And jail and I wouldn't mix. Just like jail and Gus. Or Gus and boats. Or me and those evil, cotton-loving, pineapple haters..."

"Shawn," Henry spoke over him, shutting up the faux-psychic's pointless tirade. "That's what they were going to do before you woke up."

"Okay..." he held out his hands, waiting for them to test him. Before Lassiter could do the test, though, Juliet said, "This is stupid. Shawn didn't do this."

"And if he didn't the test will prove it. And it'll verify his story. Then we can question Steinberg, again."

"Fine." she stepped aside, letting Lassie test Shawn for GSR. It came back negative, he hadn't fired a gun recently.

"We're going to talk to Steinberg," Lassiter said replacing the testing kit back on the tray bolted into the wall. He removed his gloves, throwing them on top of the kit. "See why he lied. Make sure your story isn't..."

"Isn't what? A lie? I swear to you, Lassie, he was working for Lindsay. I wouldn't lie about this." yes, he'd lied about a lot of thing, but most of those were teeny, tiny white lies. This wasn't worth the trouble if it wasn't the truth. He wasn't that reckless... Well, not anymore.

"We'll see, Spencer." and Carlton left leaving the door wide open.

"Thank God you're okay," Juliet whispered kissing his forehead. She then chased after he partner.

"I'll be back," Henry said taking his cell phone from his pocket. "I promised your mom I'd call when you woke up." he left, too, trekking down the hall.

Shawn let his eyes drift closed, his mind wandering. There was no point in Steinberg blaming him, he hadn't asked Lindsay to shoot hi, it was all on him. He had betrayed her and Lindsay did what she did best when betrayed: she tried killing him. Tried being the operative term. Because he wasn't dead, and where was Lindsay now?

A hand covered his mouth startling him. He opened his eyes to a familiar face. A finger to her lips shut him up and she pulled her hand away.

"What are you doing here?" Shawn hissed glancing toward the door, hoping his father would hurry up.

"Let's go," Lindsay whispered. Shawn noticed she was wearing scrubs. "I need your help."

"No," he replied quietly. "You got me shot and crashed the car. And you murder people."

"You either get up or I murder the first person who walks in." the gun she pulled hadn't been in her possession before, making Shawn wonder where she got it. She could use that gun on his father, Lassie, or...his stomach clenched...Jules.

So, Shawn opted to get out of bed, a wave of nausea rolling through him as he moved. He willed his stomach to settle, not wanting to blow chunks everywhere.

"Get in the chair," Lindsay demanded pointing at the wheelchair she had obviously pushed in. He lowered himself into the chair, Leikin maneuvering it toward the doorway.

"Where are we going?" Shawn asked shielding his eyes against the onslaught of bright light in the hallway.

"Steinberg's room. I have some unfinished business to take care of."

"But...but Lassie and Jules..."

"That's where you come in, oh Psychic. You are to get them out of the room, any means necessary." Lindsay was struggling to push him, her wound obviously hadn't been treated. It explained why she opted to wear dark scrubs, to hide any blood that she may shed.

"And if they don't come?

"You better hope they do," she whispered in his ear.

"How do you even know where he is?" Shawn asked pushing his panic aside. He could not think about Lindsay hurting Jules or Lassie.

"I found his chart. He's one floor up. ICU."

"So you plan to open fire in the Intensive Care Unit?"

"On just one patient. And once he's dead, I'll turn myself in. You and Gus can go about your business, and you can be the hero once more... As long as you aren't charged with being an accessory to murder."

The rest of the way to Steinberg's room was in relative silence. Shawn was too busy trying to think of a plan. He had to keep Lindsay from killing Steinberg, no matter how much he deserved it. And he had to make sure she didn't kill Juliet and Lassiter in the process.

They were feet from his door, Shawn still having no plan, the silhouettes of Carlton and Jules clearly seen in the doorway. Shawn did the only thing he could think of. "HEY! Steinberg, Lindsay's coming."

"Bad move, Shawn." Lindsay shoved him aside, sprinting down the hallway. Shawn pushed himself to his feet, almost fell, but managed to stay up as he chased after her. He couldn't see straight, kept running into everything in his way, but stayed on her trail.

He was almost to Steinberg's room when a gunshot rang out...