sams POV
we sat in the waiting room. my head was in my hands as i replayed the past few days in my mind.
i was let go. i woke up on the side of the road with a massive headache. i knew my face was swollen from the amount of times they slammed their fists into it. but thankfully i don't think my nose was broken. my shirt and shoes were gone leaving me just in my jeans. turns out i was only about two miles outside of the city. i walked and walked trying to keep my thoughts straight. the last thing i remember was seeing jordan tied of up front of me.
fuck.
she gave herself up so i could go free. why the fuck would she do that? i should have done something more to help her. i could've helped her more. i'm such an idiot. we needed to find her. even when i was being drugged she told me i was going to be ok. that i didn't need to worry. that's all she cared about was others.
they told me what they were going to do to her. how much pain there were going to cause her.
now she was in a surgical room. her heart stopped and we didn't know if it was ever going to start again.
we waiting about another half an hour not really wanting to talk about it. i think we all felt the same.
broken.
a few minutes later i hear some commotion and look up to find harry running in. when he sees us he comes straight over with a frantic look on his face. i didn't know how we were going to tell him. shit.
harry's POV
i walk up, everyone there but jordan. everyone with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. right away alexandra stands up and gives me a quick hug and motions for me to sit down next to her.
i dreaded asking it but i knew i would go insane if i didn't
"is jordan... ok?"
well no shit harold of course she's not she's fucking been shot dumbass.
i mentally kick myself in the face for asking that.
sam is the only one who looks up at me.
he clears his throat before speaking "her heart stopped before we even got there"
shit. i didn't even know what to feel. my heart felt like it was just ripped from my chest and torn in a thousand pieces right before me. it feels like the dam of emotions that had been building up since she left had just broken and i'm caught in a tidal wave that i cant escape.
"she was rushed into surgery a couple hours ago to see if they could do anything. we haven't heard anything back yet. it's not looking good though." a couple tears ran down his cheeks and he didn't try and hide them.
by this point it's like i was crying but i also felt completely numb. like my body couldn't feel anything. because jordan was the one that made my life have the good and the bad moments. all of the emotions i felt. and now that she might be gone... it's like all of that was taken away from me.
it's like i'm hurt but i cant feel it. like when you're so cold you start to not feel the cold anymore. it's like that. i'm so broken my body can't even contemplate what to do anymore. i was numb.
i closed my eyes and leaned my head back. i just imagined it
a man coming in the room in his bloody white hospital uniform. he pulled his surgical mask down and gave us a sad look.
"you guys are with jordan? ....i'm sorry she never made it off the table"
but that hasn't happened yet. i know she was strong. she could get through this. because she has to get though this. if she doesn't i don't know what to feel anymore. i don't want to think about that.
i won't let that happen.
i leaned back and tried to control my breathing. the smell of hospital was not helping. it reminded me of the last time i was here because jordan got stabbed. she got through that. she can get through this. i know she can. she's my strong girl and she can fight through it.
the chief walked through the doors and came and sat with us.
"we got them..." is all she said and everyone nodded.
the bastards that did this to my girl are locked up now. but i don't feel any better.
a couple minutes later finally a surgeon comes out. we all stand up and he raises his eyebrows
"all of you are with jordan jureau?"
we all nod and he asks us to sit down. shit. that can't never be good. i just expected for the next words out of his mouth to be "she's gone" like she didn't fucking make it.
"jordan.... we got her here as fast as we could. her heart had stopped right before we got to her. they managed to resuscitate her in the ambulance. then during surgery it stopped again. she lost a lot of blood. we were informed that the shooters were in a hurry knowing that you were coming. apparently the one who shot her did while he was running away. missed her heart by inches. she lost a lot of blood. and she had a broken collarbone. we had to break a few ribs to get the bullet out. but..." he smiles and lets out a lengthy breath
"she's alive"
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all the love
k.
