W is for Wounded
A/N: This chapter is for you, Sivan. :3
He ran through the hospital, past doors and around nurses and other patients. He didn't bother checking in at the front desk. He just ran, as fast as his feet could carry him. When he realized he would need to know where he was going, he grabbed a nurse by the shoulders and asked her urgently.
"The patient that just came in with a gunshot wound. Where is he? What room?"
"He just came out of surgery, sir, they're taking him to the recovery ward." she said, startled by the urgency in those blue eyes.
Jensen kept running. "Sir! Sir, you can't go in there!" the nurse called after him, to no avail.
Jensen skidded around a corner, and burst through the doors of the recovery ward. He pushed past the nurses and doctors trying to keep him out and ran to the side of one of the beds. Laying there, his torso bandaged, was Cougar. The commotion roused him from his drug-induced sleep.
"Jensen?" he mumbled groggily.
"Cougar." Jensen replied, voice heavy with relief. "You're okay."
"Not really, I have a hole in my chest." Cougar replied. "But I think I will be okay eventually."
Jensen smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, you will be."
"Now get your dumb ass out of here before they call security and you get shot because I'm not around to save you." Cougar muttered, eyes slipping closed again.
Jensen couldn't help but laugh as he allowed himself to be lead out of the room.