PS. Comment, 'cause I really wanna know how I'm doing so far, and if I should continue
They hit my shin, the bullets went through my leg. Hodges took off the bullet proof vest that was under his jacket. He slid it over shirt. He picked my up. Bullets flew through the air. He put me under the table, and ran. More gun shots! I heard a body fall to the ground. I army crawled to the figure. I realized it was Hodges. I grabbed his phone. I called nine-one-one.
dispatcher: Hello what is your emergency?
Me: There's a shooting at 191 Hitchcock Drive
dispatcher: The police and ambulance are on their way.
Then, I called my dad. ''Daddy'', I cried. ''Hodges was shot in the shoulder, I was shot in the shin. We're at the restaurant we always eat at with the team''.
''Did you call 911?'', he asked.
''Yeah'', I stated.
''Ok, the team's coming'', he stated. I closed the phone. I held Hodges arm, never wanting to go. I closed my eyes, and then, couldn't open them.
I opened my eyes to see the team standing and sitting all around the room. I released the grip I had on Greg's hand. ''I'm sorry'', I muttered.
''For what?'', the group asked.
''Hodges, I'm sorry, I should have done something else than take your vest'', I cried, crying into the blanket beside my head.
Hodges grabbed my hand. ''I will never, ever blame you for this'', he whispered.
''Why not?'', I asked.
''It wasn't your fault'', he explained.
I looked at my dad, who was asleep with his head on Greg's back. Greg was laying on the uncomfortable hospital couch beside me. Grissom was standing up leaning beside the wall. Sara was standing beside Grissom. I picked up my guitar from beside my bed. I looked at questionably. ''You'll be staying for about a week and half, we also brought you clothes'', Grissom explained. He closed the door, knowing I would eventualy starting strumming the cords.
I started playing random songs, starting with ''When I Was Your Man'' by Bruno Mars.
''Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
And it all just sound like uh, uh, uh
Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man.
My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
It all just sounds like uh, uh, uh, uh
Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man.
Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours when he has the chance
Take you to every party cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done when I was your man!
Do all the things I should have done when I was your man!''.
When I finshed that song I played ''Whistle''. Dad finally woke up when everybody else fell asleep.
''Dad, did you bring my meds?'', I asked.
''No, but I'll go get 'em'', he stated. He got up to leave, but I stopped him.
''I don't want to be the only consious person in the room, in this type of situation'', I whsipered. Dad turned around. He poked Warrick alot, beofer he woke up.
''Kamdyn needs her medicine, and she dousn't want to be the only person awake right now'', he stated.
Warrick looked at me and gave my dad a thumbs up. Dad left.
Dad came back when everybody was awake. He threw me the bottle of pills. I unscrewed the lid and put two pills in my mouth. I dry swollowed them. 'They're hurting my friends, my family'', I said, breaking the silence.
''Who is?'', Greg asked.
''They as in, the person who killed my best friend, they guy who shot my uncle, the guy who shot me, they guy who is hunting you'', I muttered.
''It's about hurting people around you, trying to break you'', Greg whispered.
''Nick Talk, I'm going to ge pizza'', I informed them.
''Me too'' Greg shouted, stupidly.
''Ok'', Grissom mumbled talking to my dad about wat was going on. Greg stood beisde the hospital bed ang handed me crutches and a boot.
I looked at him like he was crazy. ''You were shot, and you broke your ankle, sweetheart'', Greg stated sarcasticly. I smirked. I but the boot on the bed, slid my foot into it, and lached it together with the velcro straps. I stood up and leaned on Greg's chest while he fixed my crutches so I could walk with them.
We left the room. I got half way down the long hall way before Warrick stopped us. ''Nick and I want some pizza too'', he muttered.
We ended up getting pizza, drinks, and cookies for everybody. I was in charge of holding the straws. Warrick held the pizza, and Greg had the cookies. We stopped at the room, and gave everything out. It was pretty cool, we stayed up till 4 am.
Gun shots, again. Warrick was laying on the flloor, passed out. I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I screamed.