Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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Everything felt cold....it was my own personal hell....if hell existed that is. I went from sitting in the waiting room to pacing to sitting once more. Time stopped as we all waited in the cramped hospital waiting room. I was slowly falling apart as I waited for my fiancés fate.
I replay the moment she was shot over and over in my mind. I never thought I would ever hate having an eidetic memory until now. Until all I could see was Sunny falling to the ground her broken body laying on the forest floor in front of me as her sweater soaks with her own blood. The smell mixed with damp decaying wood and gunpowder overloading my senses like I was back in that forest.
Her green eyes wide and scared as she looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. Her hand coming up to shakely caress my face as I lean into her touch. "My pretty boy...." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she struggled to force air into her lungs. I begged her to stay with me....begged her to not leave me. My mind was haunted with tonight....there was no escaping it.
Derek shot him four times. It wasn't enough in my opinion. Not after what he did to her. His death was too quick....to swift.....he should have suffered. I wanted him to suffer and I didn't care....didn't care that I hoped for a man to die a slow and painful death. That's what he deserved.
A doctor walks into the waiting room taking off his scrub cap looking around the room. "Sunday Finnegan's family?" He calls out as the seven of us all stand making our way towards him. I push my way to the center of everyone.
"I'm her fiance." I state reading his body language for any signs that he's about to deliver bad news. He keeps eye contact with me, doesn't look away frequently, his posture is open not closed, he doesn't try to cover his mouth.
"She's very lucky, the bullet missed her vital organs by less than an inch. Had her assailant moved his hand slightly to the right we would have a different outcome. She coded once in the ambulance on the way in, but they were successful in bringing her back. We had to remove the bullet it wasn't a clean through and through...." He pauses for a moment collecting his thoughts. "She has sustained several fractures to her ribs, shoulder, and collarbone. She had open wounds all over her body that needed stitches. This is the worst case of an assault I've ever seen in my thirty year career." He explains. Garcia gasps in shock grabbing hold of Morgan as he pulls her into his embrace.
"And the baby?" I question barely recognizing my voice. There it was, the immediate loss of eye contact, his posture closing as he rubs his chin trying to hide his mouth.
"I'm sorry but she miscarried. The trauma to her body is too extensive....it's a miracle she survived." He looks down to the floor.
Hands come out to hold me as I stand there in shock. We lost our baby.
"When can I see her?" I clear my throat.
"We are getting her moved to a room now. I'll have a nurse come get you when she's ready." He tells me before turning and walking out of the room. JJ pulls me into a hug.
