His Immortal | Marcus Pike

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"Noah, don't do this," I cried as I looked at Marcus "Please,". Marcus tried to call out to me, to reassure me that everything would be okay. But the pain in his shoulder was robbing him of his voice, and all he could manage was a groan. He was completely helpless, lying there on the ground as Noah taunted me.

"Noah please," I begged. Marcus's eyes widened in terror as he saw Lucas level his gun at my head, the cold metal pressed against my skin. He felt a surge of panic, knowing that he was powerless to stop them. Lucas moved his gun and pointed it at Marcus "Please, please... I beg,".

The sudden sound of gunshots and the sight of the twins falling to the ground left Marcus reeling, his mind struggling to make sense of what had just happened. He could hear the backup cops rushing towards him, their footsteps loud in his ears.

I cried as I watched everything I felt useless. I saw the blood leaking out of three bodies. Two were dead and one fighting for his life. Even though it was over, I didn't feel happy. I watched as the cops saw Marcus.

The backup cops quickly swarmed around Marcus, surrounding him as they began to assess his injuries. They applied pressure to his shoulder wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Marcus was still conscious, but he was struggling to stay focused.

He tried to lift his head, to look in my direction, wanting to make sure I was okay. But the pain and the shock of the situation made it impossible, and he lay there on the ground, feeling frustrated and helpless.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as I waited in the hospital waiting room, the night stretching on endlessly. I was still wearing the same bloodied clothes, the dried blood sticking to my skin. I could hear the sounds of the hospital around me, the bustle of doctors and nurses rushing about, and the constant beeping of various machines, but it all seemed distant and unreal.

I felt numb, and the weight of everything that had happened was beginning to settle over me. My eyes were fixed on the door leading to the operating room, desperately hoping for news about Marcus's condition.

Hours seemed to pass, and I was still waiting, the adrenaline from earlier finally wearing off. I could feel the exhaustion setting in, but I refused to leave my spot, determined to stay until I saw Marcus. As the clock ticked on, my mind replayed the events of the night, the gunshot, the blood, and the sight of Marcus collapsing onto the ground. The memories played like a cruel slideshow in my mind, leaving me feeling shaken and helpless.

Just then, the door to the operating room finally opened, and a doctor walked out, his expression serious. He approached me, his eyes taking in my blood-splattered appearance. "Are you here for Marcus Pike?" the doctor asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded as tears continued to fall on my face. The doctor nodded in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "He's out of surgery," he said. "He lost a lot of blood, but he's stable. We managed to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding."

"He's alive?" I asked pleading.

The doctor nodded, his expression reassuring. "Yes, he's alive. He's still in critical condition, but he's stable for now. The next few days are going to be crucial, but we're hopeful that he'll make a full recovery."

The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "You don't need to worry, we're doing everything we can. He's a strong man, he'll pull through." "You can go see him if you'd like," the doctor continued. "But he's still heavily sedated, so he won't be able to talk to you. But just having you there might help him."

"Do you have any spare clothes?" I asked, I still felt emotionally alone and wanted him to be okay.

The doctor nodded. "Of course. We have some scrubs you can change into." He led me to a staff locker room, where I was able to change out of my bloody clothes and into a clean pair of scrubs.

The tears came flowing down my face as I stood in front of the mirror, taking in my appearance. My eyes were red and swollen, my face was streaked with tears. The scrubs I wore were loose and ill-fitting, but right now, I didn't care. All I cared about was seeing Marcus.

As I closed my eyes, the memories of the night came flooding back in vivid detail. The gunshot, the twins falling to the ground, Marcus collapsing onto the grass. The images played over and over again in my mind like a horrific movie stuck on repeat.

As I opened my eyes and stumbled out of the locker room, I accidentally bumped into the doctor. He looked at me with concern, noting the fresh tears on my face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded "Overwhelming night," I admitted as I cried.

The doctor nodded, understanding the mixture of emotions I was feeling. "I can imagine," he said, his tone sympathetic. "What you've been through tonight would be overwhelming for anyone. It's okay to feel like this."

"I just want him to survive, I have nothing or no one left," I pleaded.

The doctor's expression softened even further. "I understand how important he is to you," he said, his tone reassuring. "And we're doing everything we can to make sure he pulls through. He's a strong man, and he has a fighting spirit. He's got a lot to live for."

I nodded as I remembered what I was supposed to tell Marcus before the incident happened "Do you know if there is any one of the agents here?" I asked urgently.

The doctor looked confused by my sudden question but nodded. "Yes, there are a few agents here. They're waiting on updates about Agent Pike's condition."

I quickly made my way through the hospital, the adrenaline and urgency of my mission pushing me forward. I eventually found the agents huddled together, talking quietly among themselves, waiting for any news about Marcus.

When they saw me approaching, their expressions turned to worry and concern. They could see the tear-streaked face and the urgent look in my eyes.