Sara looked up at me in frustration.
"I was raped," she said to both me and the paramedics in the ambulance, "I wasn't stabbed, wasn't shot. I don't need an IV. All I need is…"
"Do what they say." I said, as I held her shivering hand tightly, "Or I'll put you in a sleeper hold."
She smiled up at me. "I'm sorry." She admitted.
"For what?" I asked, "You did nothing wrong."
"I chose to call SRU."
"We would've been dispatched anyways."
Ed drove to the hospital in the SRU truck. He drove with the lights and sirens on.
Once at St. Patrick's Hospital, he parked in a parking spot designated for Emergency Vehicles Only.
This is an emergency vehicle. Ed reasoned, as he locked the vehicle with the key fob.
Once inside he made his way to the emergency room triage nurse.
"Hi, I'm looking for…"
"Sign into emergency over there." The nurse interrupted, "I'll get to you when I get to you."
"I'm just looking for…"
"Don't care. Sign in over there."
Frustrated, Ed continued on, refusing to sign in and walked into the hospital hallways.
After wandering the first floor, he came to the conclusion that Sophie wasn't on the first floor.
He looked at the hospital directory beside the elevator and found that Intensive Care, where he figured she'd be, was on fifth floor.
By then the elevator had opened and several people had entered. One man kept his hand over the door track, and he yelled to Ed, "You getting on buddy?"
Ed snapped out of his trance and looked to the man in the elevator, "No thanks."
Ed ran up the steps to the fifth floor. Once there he approached the nurses' station and asked, "I'm looking for Sophie Lane- is she up here?"
The nurse looked at her paperwork. "She was- just went down to the basement for a CT scan."
"CT Scan? For what?"
Without giving the nurse time to answer, Ed left, back in the direction he came.
As Ed approached the elevator door, it opened. Inside was a stretcher, and on it, was Sophie.
"Ed?" she weakly asked.
"Soph, I'm here. What's going on?" Ed calmly asked, as he went to her side.
"Edward Lane?" the doctor asked, "Why don't we let your wife go back to her room. Can we talk in my office? It's just down the hall."
"Sure." Ed complied.
I walked alongside the stretcher that was being pushed into an emergency room stretcher bay. When the paramedics parked the stretcher, they left, leaving me and Sara alone.
I was still holding Sara's hand. It was trembling now.
"I'm cold." Sara whispered.
"You lost some blood- I'll see about getting you another blanket." I said, as I started to leave.
"Megan." Sara said, "Don't leave me."
I leaned over her as I pushed her red hair over her ear, "I'm not going anywhere."
The doctor opened his office. Once in, he took his seat behind the desk, as Ed took a seat opposite of him.
"Sir, I don't know how to say this but…your wife, Sophie- her brain cancer is accelerating at an exponential rate."
"What does that mean?"
"It means she may not leave this hospital."
"Are you saying…" Ed started.
"Yes. There is a good chance your wife could pass away sooner than we thought."
Ed shut his eyes as he rubbed his face and bald head, as he absorbed the news.
He couldn't absorb for too long, because his cellphone rang.
He picked it up and looked at the call display.
"I need to get this."
A doctor came to check Sara out. I stayed with her for most of the examination, but the doctor asked me to leave when she started the pelvic exam.
"No, I want her to stay." Sara quietly said, with a hint of fear in her voice.
I smiled, "I'll be right outside. I won't be far."
I stepped out and drew the curtain behind me, as the doctor started the examination.
Then my cellphone vibrated. I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Megan- you at the hospital?" came Greg's voice.
"Yeah. Why?"
"St. Patrick's?"
"Yeah, that's the one. What's going on?" I asked.
"We're the only team on duty and we need you and Eddie back. Ed's at the hospital, and waiting for you in the waiting room. I'm sending an address to your PDAs- I want you and Ed to get there ASAP and start."
"What's the call?"
"Suicide intervention."
I understood why Greg called me, knowing fully well that I was well versed in suicide intervention psychology.
"Copy that." I replied, as I hung up and opened the curtain to peek in, "Sara, I have to go back into work. I'll come back as soon as I can, ok?"
"Ok." Came her weak voice.
I jogged out to the waiting room, where I met up with Ed. Together, we went out to where he had parked the truck.
"Nice parking." I commented.
"Where are we going?" Ed asked, as he got into the driver's seat.
I pulled out the PDA and read off the address: "17452 Alexis Street."
After I finished reading out the address, only then did I realize that I recognized it.
I looked over to Ed, who was staring at me.
"You sure?" Ed asked, "Suicide intervention at 17452 Alexis?"
I thought back. There would only be one person there.
"Step on it, Ed."
A/N: Don't get it? Read up on the previous chapters and you will. Remember- review!
AND- as a Christmas gift to my ever-so-faithful readers, I shall write a Jerra oneshot. See what I did there? Jerra!