Dr McHot

Heaven

The room was white. The atmosphere was true neutral as though everything had frozen. Nothing was, is, or will be here. It was unnerving and calming at the same time.

Hanna sat herself up. She had seemingly been laying on the floor. She looked down. Her scrubs were white and her lab coat was gone. All the blood from before. The blood. She had been shot.

Getting to her feet, she looked around. There were a group of people standing away from her that she couldn't see properly, they were fuzzy, they're face's unrecognisable.

She began to take steps towards them to see if they knew what was going on but then she heard a voice from behind her and she couldn't breathe. It was so familiar for something she hadn't heard in so long. And it said the name he used to call her. Goldson.

She took the risk and turned. And sure enough, standing as clear as day in front of her in his uniform. Timothy Robbins.

"Am I dead?" She asked, tears pooling in her eyes, choking her words as she tried to speak.

"A little," he smiled, taking a step towards her, "but not yet."

He got close enough that she could feel that he was there and not just a vision of some kind. She reached out and touched the uniform. The fabric was rough under her finger tips just like it used to be. This didn't make anything easier though. As fast as she could she wrapped her arms above his shoulders and held on as tight as she could as he lifted her from the ground hugging her.

"I love you," she whispered as he held her tight, "I always did. I think I always will."

"I know, I love you too," he said as he put her down so he could look at her, "we lost but, you didn't. And I have someone that really wants to see you to prove it."

She frowned at him for a moment then the only person who could take her attention off of him came running towards her. As fast as she could she dropped to the floor and took him into her arms. This one she would never let go of.

"I missed you," the little boy said as he gripped onto his mother's hair and clothes.

"I missed you too," she managed to get out through tears that involuntarily came rushing out of her eyes.

Nathan pushed her back to try and talk to her but Hanna would only go as far as to just about see his face. Her arms were still tightly around the little boy.

"It's not been too bad though," he told her excitedly, "Tim has been teaching me football and Grandma's here and I got that puppy that daddy said we didn't have time to love properly because now I have all the time to love it so much."

"Yeah? You're okay? You're having fun?" She asked trying to stop crying while she talked to him but she thought that maybe she couldn't, "is it a good dog?"

"He's the best, and he knows all the tricks," Nathan told her, clapping his hands together a little.

"All of them! Really! That's a smart dog," she smiled, just trying to take in every detail of his face.

"I'm getting really good at football too," he said with a huge smile on his face, "when you're finished, and you've done everything, will you watch me play?"

"I'll watch you right now," she said making her decision, "how do I do that? How do I do that extra bit?"

"Hanna," Tim said sympathetically.

"You said only a little dead," she said glancing up at him for a second before looking back at her son, "I wanna be a lot dead, I , I don't wanna go back. Not when he's right here."

"I don't think you get the choice Hanna," Tim told her.

"But I want it."

"But you're not done," Nathan told her with a frown, "you have to do all the things, then come here. Tim said you're not finished yet so we have to wait but we're not going anywhere. You could live forever and we'd still be here waiting for you."

"I don't wanna wait forever," she almost whispered as she stroked his hair.

"You're not done living yet Han," Tim told her with a hand on her shoulder, "big man has plans for you."

"I could fight him, I would fight Him for you," she said still holding on tight to Nathan.

"It doesn't work like that, I'm sorry," he said kneeling down next to them, "it's time to go."

"I love you baby," she told the little boy, "more than anything in the world. More than me, more than him, more than grandma, more than Jesus. More than the big man, okay? Momma loves you more than anything."

"I love you too Momma," he said leaning forward and hugging her again, "I love you more than the big man as well. I love you more than football and I love more than the dog too but don't tell him."

"I won't baby I promise," she laughed through tears as the scene began to fade.