A/N So this is how I get myself into trouble. I create One Shots and then they develop a life of their own. lol...here is a continuation of my (more than 100 words) drabble. Hope you enjoy. I do not own Person of Interest or its characters.
One, two, three. Breathe.
One, two, three. Breathe.
One, two, three. Breathe.
Over and over again he worked on her, trying to get her breathing again.
He couldn't let her go.
He wouldn't let her go.
"Come on, Joss. Breathe for me." One, two, three. Breathe. "Finch where are you?!"
"I'm here, John." He'd been working so feverishly on her; he hadn't heard the Town car pull up.
He wiped at the tears that stained his cheeks. He had been so focused on her; he had forgotten they'd fallen.
One, two, three. Breathe.
"Come on, Joss. Please…please, breathe for me."
He heard Finch's footsteps crossing the street, while he continued to work.
"John, she's…she's not…." he looked up at Finch sharply, his eyes forbidding him to complete his sentence.
Finch knew it was useless to argue with Reese when he had that look on his face. If he didn't want to give up on Joss, then the least he could do is try to get her some help.
"We need to get her to a hospital, if you want to save her." Finch helped to get her up and together, they put her in the back seat.
She laid flat, her head turned to the side, her body so still. It wasn't the best idea to perform CPR in a car, but he didn't want to wait till an ambulance arrived and he didn't want to wait till they got to the hospital.
One, two, three. Breathe.
One, two, three. Breathe.
"You ever think about moving on?"
"Like…..dating? Sure in my spare time, like when I'm not busy being a single mom or a homicide detective, or…..whatever this is. What about you?"
He never got to answer her that night. And afterwards, the brief conversation had been pretty much put to the back of his mind.
But now…
Her words resonated loudly in his ears.
Yes. He did think of moving on. He'd thought about it from time to time. Since he'd met her he'd thought more about it in than he ever had since Jessica died.
Yes. He could see himself moving on.
But he wouldn't be able to move on now. He couldn't move on without her.
"Finch, please. How close are we?" He was impatient and he was desperate.
He felt himself losing hope with each passing minute.
One, two, three. Breathe.
Her eyes opened suddenly and she let out a gasp for air. Her pulse was weak, but she was awake.
He wiped at the tears that came from her eyes.
"It's okay. I'm here, Joss. I'm here." He said tightly grabbing her hand. She was disoriented, and he was worried, but he was glad at least that she was conscious.
Miraculously she stayed that way until they reached the hospital and she was taken away on a gurney.
"John….John….." He heard her weakly calling his name before they put an oxygen mask on her face. His eyes were locked on her until she disappeared into the emergency room.
He turned around and looked down at his hands. They were stained in her blood. He'd refused treatment from the nurses, telling them that he was okay. He looked at Finch who reached out to touch him on the shoulder.
He didn't have to say thank you, his eyes said enough.