A/N: I hope you guys are still with me on this story. See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and please review, so I know whether or not you're still interested. :)
Chapter 23: Grimm Reaper Calling Collect, Part 3
Adam winced as Nala, the nurse, cleaned the glass cuts on his face. His concerns over his family trumped the physical pain he felt, and he fidgeted again, wanting to get up.
"Listen, if you don't hold still, I'm gonna tie you down," she told him sternly.
"Is that a promise, or a threat?" Adam replied with a small smirk, hoping to cover his own worry and sadness.
She shook her head. "Neither."
Adam would've continued the conversation, if not for his ringing phone.
"You should get that," she told him. "I'm certain your friend's been calling for the last hour."
"Probably, but aren't you not supposed to use cell phones in the hospital?" Adam replied.
"You're pretty safe in this area. Besides, I won't tell if you don't." Nala winked at him, causing Adam to smile.
"Thanks," he told her sincerely, knowing her teasing was her way of helping to distract him from the gravity of the current situation.
"You're welcome. I'm almost done here, so you might wanna call him back."
"Okay." Adam picked up his phone, opting to ignore the 8 new voicemails and just call Greg back.
"Dude, what the hell," Greg said as soon as he picked up the phone. "I've been calling you for the last hour, since the hospital called me. Are you okay?"
"They actually called you?" Adam asked him.
"Yeah, they tend to do that when you're bleeding."
"But, I was conscious."
"Okay, so it wasn't the hospital so much as Stella from the hospital. But, instead of splitting hairs, why don't you actually tell me what the hell happened?"
"Where should I start?"
"Why don't you start with this morning, since Stella wouldn't tell me much of anything and no one seems to know too much here in Vegas?"
Adam sighed heavily. "There was an ambush on a protective detail for this criminal. Angell… she was Flack's partner… she was shot and… and she didn't make it."
Greg inhaled sharply. "I'm so sorry," he said.
"Me too," Adam replied. "They were more than just partners, from what I understand."
"How's he doing?"
"Not good. We caught the guys who did it, but… when we went out to get drinks, someone started shooting at us."
"Oh… God. Are you okay? Was anyone hurt?"
"I'm okay, mostly glass cuts. Same with most of us. But Danny… Danny was shot in the back. He's in surgery."
Greg sighed heavily, and Adam could practically see him leaning against the wall, covering up his phone for a moment. "Will you let me know what happens?" Greg said after a minute.
"Yeah," Adam replied.
Greg was silent again, which could only mean one thing.
"Could you try and remember that I can't see you nodding?" Adam asked.
Greg chuckled softly. "And yet, you somehow still know," he commented.
"Dude, I know you so well."
"I would hope so, after all these years."
Adam smiled slightly.
"I'm glad you're okay," Greg said after a few minutes.
"Yeah, me too," Adam replied. "And, as soon as I know anything about Danny, I'll let you know."
"Okay. And hey, give Flack my regards, send my condolences to him and your team."
"I will. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay. Take care, Adam."
"You too, Greg."