"FUCK!" emerson hit his fist on the wall as emilio pulled him back and threw across the hall, "CALM DOWN!"
"calm down!?" he scoffed, "are you fucking—"
"you think punching a wall will help!? they're in surgery right now!" emilio screamed as emerson stood, "BECAUSE MOM—"
mike snapped his fingers from the ground, cutting them off with an emotionless expression. "shut the fuck up," he spoke slowly as both emerson and emilio calmed down within a second and sat down.
soon, after a few hours, the surgeon finally exited the surgery room and mike quickly stood first. "how is she!? is she okay!?" he breathed heavily.
"they are both fine." he started off as they sighed out in relief, "but the girl suffered from more injuries to her organs and tissues since the bullet went through her and into him. and to add onto that, she has an unhealed stab wound, and multiple cuts that were starting to get infected."
"cuts? what cuts?" mike quickly asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"on her arm. but that is now dealt with," he said, "we will move the both of them to the icu—"
"i need them placed in the same room. i don't care, give me the biggest room you've got but they are staying together and that's final," elijah cut in with a stern expression and the doctor nodded. "understood."
he went on and continued, "since it is a bullet wound that occurred in the hospital, the police—"
"we already did that," elliot said, "can we just see them? please, i need to see them,"
the doctor nodded. "one at a time, they need to rest."
"thank you," emilio breathed out as the doctor walked away.
"why did mom shoot eli?" ezra asked quietly with his arms crossed and his face stained with tears. "she loves him most."
"but he doesn't." emerson whispered. "he loves el most."
"so what? that makes it right for her to kill him!?"
"when did she relapse?" mike muttered, more to himself. "she was clean for two whole months,"
"two months? seriously?" elijah asked as his face began to grow a smile. "she's never gotten that far," his expression softened at the thought as mike smiled just a bit.
just as he saw el get wheeled out the bed, with a blood transfusion, an iv and a breathing tube going through her nose, he quickly stopped the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"it's okay, my little dove," he fought the urge to cry, "you're going to be okay, baby. you'll wake up in no time," his eyes closed and his forehead rested against hers for a long second before he pulled back for her to be wheeled away.
*
mike dipped the towel into the tub of warm water before he squeezed the water away and brought it up to her forehead.
he then carefully wiped her forehead, cleaning her face carefully before he cleaned her arm and made sure to stir away from her cuts.
"can i borrow the tub for eli?" ezra muttered quietly and mike nodded. "yeah, go ahead." he whispered and continued to help clean el.
setting down the towel after he was done, mike gently grabbed whole of both of el's hands.
"you're going to be okay," he whispered then held her hands together in his before taking it up to kiss.
"need me to get some warmer water?" mike asked ezra, referring to the tub of water.
"sure, yeah," he muttered quietly and nodded as mike gently smiled and took the tub from the desk and went to the connected bathroom.
