Bad Blood ~Rewrite~

Eleven

Soft mutters echoed from the other room as Caitlyn sat silently in bed, watching as Grant stared intently at a computer screen. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose as he glanced over them to see the blood work on the screen.

"Is everything okay?" Caitlyn asked softly, shifting in an attempt to get more comfortable. Grant glanced over at her and forced a smile, finally breaking away from the laptop.

"I want to run some new blood work," he said simply, grabbing a pair of gloves and beginning to flutter around the room. Caitlyn watched him intently, curious about everything he was doing. Grant always made a point to make himself busy, and he rarely stood still whenever he was in taking care of her. He grabbed a couple of supplies before stopping by her bedside and holding up another needle. Caitlyn took in a deep breath as he gave her a sympathetic smile. "How are you feeling?" He asked simply, pulling his gloves on and cleaning her arm.

"Weird," she admitted. "I've been in more pain today than usual... but I also feel..."

"Numb?" He asked, looking at her quickly. She nodded in response and grimaced softly as he inserted the needle into her arm.

"How did you get caught up in all of this?" Caitlyn asked softly. "You were a doctor before, weren't you?" Grant smiled at her sadly as he began filling vials with her blood.

"I was," he muttered softly. He smiled and shook his head as he tried to think of what to say. "My story's a lot like everyone else's," he admitted. "It's not nearly as dark as Thomas's... when I met Depp, I was a resident surgeon in Virginia. I was newly graduated from medical with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of debt, and my older brother got sick. My family could barely afford his treatments, and we were sinking into debt even further, and at the time, Depp's sister was my patient. He came to me one day, and somehow, he knew everything about me, especially about my situation... he told me he could take all of my debt away, if only I worked for him. He told me that all I had to do was relocate to New York, work for him as a private doctor, and keep my mouth shut. My family was desperate, so I agreed. At first, it didn't seem too terrible, or maybe I was just ignoring what was going on. I'd fix up his people, and we'd go our separate ways." Caitlyn stared at him intently as he spoke, no longer worried about the needle in her arm. Grant remained fully focused on her as he told his story.

"After a while, I started getting suspicious. I wanted to know why the hell I was treating bullet wounds and slashes every damn day. Depp told me that if I stayed out of it, he wouldn't involve my family..."

"What happened?" Caitlyn asked. Grant sighed as he finished drawing blood. He put the vials off to the side and took off his gloves, looking up at the younger girl.

"One day, he brought me a kid, a little younger than you are now. He has been shot twelve times. Depp told me to save him, or else. I did everything that I could, but I couldn't save him..." he sighed and shook his head. "I later found out, it was his son... Depp went absolutely crazy, even more than before. He somehow stopped my brother's treatments, he took my sister, and he enlisted me fully into his shit company..."

"I'm so sorry," Caitlyn whispered, resting her hand gently on his arm. He forced a smile and shook his head in response.

"Like I said," he muttered. "My story isn't even the darkest..."

"What happened to Thomas?" Caitlyn asked suddenly, glancing out toward the open room. Grant sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know the whole thing, but what I do know is that he stole something from Depp when he was only eighteen. When Depp caught him, he sent someone after him. Thomas watched both of his parents get murdered right infront of him. Then, Depp's goon kidnapped his only sister, and left him alone to die in his house as it burned to the ground. He barely made it out alive, and when he did, he was forced to work for Depp like the rest of us... Depp still has his sister, and every month he sends Thomas these horrible pictures of her... alive, but beaten and bloody. Depp is a sick man..."

"That's the reason that Thomas is so..."

"Such an ass?" Grant asked. Caitlyn laughed lightly and nodded in response.

"I was going to say why he was so closed off, but sure. That works too."

"He blames himself for everything that happened to his family."

"That's horrible," Caitlyn muttered. A sudden wave of pain ran through her stomach, causing her to grimace lightly. Grant just nodded in response before standing and beginning to work once again.

"But, I'll tell you what... I've known Thomas for a long time now, and I don't know what it is, but you're the only person that I've ever met that can make him smile." Caitlyn smiled to herself softly before brushing it away.

"Really?" She asked, feeling her heart flutter. Grant nodded in response and grabbed his supplies, turning to look at the young girl.

"Anyways, you should rest. I'll go run these blood samples and get back to you. Later, we can go for a walk around the compound for some physical therapy."

"Thanks, Grant," she muttered softly, leaning back against her pillow. He sent her a gentle smile before hurrying out of the room.

Caitlyn sighed and lay on her side, grimacing as she shifted. Everything hurt. Her gaze landed on the small ring that rested on the bedside table and she felt a silent ache in her heart. She reached over and picked it up feeling a silent tear slip down her cheek. Just a week ago, everything seemed perfect. She was going to marry the man that she loved; the man she thought loved her back.

She dropped the ring back onto the table and turned herself so she was facing away from it. Her mind was racing as a million thoughts attempted to bombard her. Everything was wrong.

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Grant sat quietly at his computer, biting his lip nervously as the blood work processed. He tapped mindlessly on the counter as the door creaked open loudly. He looked over and saw Thomas walking into the room with a backpack over his shoulder.

"Hey," he said, dropping his bag at an empty chair at the confrence table in the center of the room. "How's she doing?" He asked, gesturing toward the back room.

"She's resting right now. Her vitals were all a bit off, and she seems a little out of it. I'm running some more blood work-" a sudden beep sounded out from his computer, pulling him away from his thoughts. He turned quickly and pulled up her labs as the door opened again.

"What the hell does that mean?" Thomas asked, staring over Grant's shoulder as Dylan and Urie came into the room.

"Holy shit..." Grant muttered, jumping out of his chair and hurrying into the Caitlyn's room.

"What's going on?" Urie asked, as they followed him inside. Caitlyn lay in bed, shifting and squirming in pain. Grant hurried to her bedside and put his hand on her shoulder, trying to shake her awake, but she was unresponsive.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked, stepping up on the other side of her bed. Grant felt her forehead, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"What the hell?" He asked, turning to her monitors.

"Grant!" Urie shouted. "What's going on?"

"I-I don't know," he muttered, turning back to the young girl. He moved her blankets quickly and pulled her shirt up, looking at the blood that coated her bandage. "Someone turned her morphine off," he whispered. "A-and her wound reopened... I need to close it." He turned back to her monitors and turned the machine back on, running a hand through his hair. "Her IV is off, her morphene, everything. I think someone tried to kill her."

"How the hell does that happen? No one else has been here all day," Urie muttered. Thomas shook his head in response.

"We were all here this morning," he replied softly. "You called an emergency meeting..." Urie ran a hand through his perfect hair, causing it to flatten.

"No one else enters this room," he said, pointing at the three men. "Grant, do what you have to do, I'll help you. Thomas, Dylan... guard the door-"

"I'm not leaving her," Dylan argued.

"You can't help if you're upset. Just watch the door and let Grant save her." Dylan sighed, but nodded in response, following his only friend out of the room. Caitlyn's eyes opened suddenly as she gasped. Her hand gripped onto Grant's tightly as she writhed around in pain.

"It's going to be okay, Caitlyn," he whispered, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You're going to be okay..."