The Empty glass of truth.

Chapter 16

Callista scrubbed up and walked into the operating theatre.

Callen lay on the table, his wounds were being stitched up and he was unconscious.

She nodded to the anesthetist, "Callie, you helping out on this one?" she asked.

Callie nodded, "Yeah, been asked to fill in for Nurse Owens." She said smiling, as she knew Nurse Owens would, when she was found, be on the way to the morgue.

She slipped in next to the anesthetist and looked at Callen's stats. She knocked a plug and grabbed an empty syringe off the side.

"Quick! Get that back in!" the doctor said looking over at them both, "What are you doing?" He said stunned as he noticed his nurse about to inject air into his patient. "STOP HER!" he yelled.

"STOP!" Clara's voice came over them all. "Callista Comescu, step away from my son."

"No…I will kill him…" She snarled as the syringe hovered near his artery.

Clara's eyes flicked back and forth the terror for her eldest son clear on her face. "No…don't please." She begged despite the hatred she felt for this woman she somehow understood where she was coming from. "This feud needs to end Callista."

"It can't while there is a Callen still alive." She snapped.

"Callista, it needs to stop." Another woman's voice came from behind Clara.

"Aunt Henrietta?" Callista's hand shook now.

"It needs to stop, Alexa was wrong, we have been wrong, let it go Callista." She said her gun pointed at her relative.

"No he's a Callen!" she argued as the doctor with his hand inside Callen looked worried.

"He is a Resnikov, he is my grandson and I will kill to save his life, If you die Callie I will be the last Comescu and the line will die with me, see sense child, put the syringe down." Hetty argued.

"No!" She lifted the syringe again.

It was the last move she made as a gunshot rang out and Callista dropped to the ground.

"Nurse! See if you can help." The doctor said.

"She needs a doctor?" the nurse said looking at him for help.

"I can't help…I am holding Mr. Callen's life in my hands…literally!" he said looking frantically at the artery he was holding that had been torn when Callista had pushed the anesthetist aside. "Get those people out of here I don't even know if this theatre is sterile!" he said panicking.

"Stabilize him as best as you can doctor, I will take care of this." Hetty said as she and Clara left the room following a nurse who had removed Callista's body.

Hetty looked at Clara who had turned pale.

"Is it really over?" she asked looking at the body.

Hetty nodded sadly remembering Callista as a small child who had delighted Hetty with her stories and kind heart, she'd never in her wildest dreams imagined that she would die a killer.

Clara sank down the wall, "My children are free?"

A nurse ran over "Ma'am are you all right?" she asked.

Hetty shook her head, "She's in shock…she needs some tea." She said as they helped her onto a chair, "One of her sons is in surgery, the other is in room 405 waiting for his brother to come out of surgery, I think she needs him here." She said.

The nurse nodded and picked up the phone to let the nurse on that floor know so Deeks could come and be with Clara.

Clara say with her head in her hands and tears of relief flooded out of her, "It's finally over!" she kept repeating.