My Dad Is A Criminal( Fan Fiction of the Blacklist )(Rewritten)

Why?

Thanks so much for the views.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

POV: Red

------------------------------

Her best friends are dead. Yet she wants to be alone. She needs my help but she can't ask for it. We need to talk. She has been in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes. I don't hear any water. It's so quiet. I use to the silence. But this is something different. Somethings wrong. Dembe went to bed not too long ago.

I stand up and walk over to the door and knock again. No answer. I still feel that something is wrong. The door was cracked and I could see a glimmer of red on the floor. At first, It didn't register. I pushed the door open. "SAM!!!!!!" That's all I could say. When I saw her in the tub and her wrists slit.

I ran and fell to my knees next to her. Pulling her out of the water. She wasn't breathing. I picked her up in my arms. I laid her down on the floor. "Dembe."

I called. It didn't take him long to get in the doorway and ran next to me. I was scared, which rarely happens anymore. "Dembe get the car." He quickly got up and walked out of the doorway. My white sleeves covered in blood.

Her face was pale and cold. I can't lose her. Please, I can't lose her.

I repeated in my head over and over.

I tried to rap her wounds to stop the bleeding. Why Sam why?

I picked her off the ground and carried her to the car.

I held her in the back seat of the car the whole ride. Yelling at Dembe to go faster.

We get to the hospital. All the nurses and doctors came out with a gurney and they take her away. A nurse told me to stay in the waiting room. Every hour that goes by I feel more and more helpless. I get updates. She has to have surgery. Her lungs were filled with water and she has lost a lot of blood. I sat there still covered in it. Next thing I knew it was almost 9:00 AM. All night sitting here waiting. Lizzy Is going to be wondering where I am. I sent Dembe to get some things from the house. She had probably called him.

Dembe sits next to me with a bag in his hand. The phone rings and he stands to take the call. He walks back over. "Its Agent Keen". I take a breath and answer the phone.

"Lizzie."

"Red where are you? We have a lead on that guy you wanted me to look for, and we have a different case altogether. We have work to do." She sounded annoyed.

"Lizzie I'm in the middle of something right now," I said quietly.

"What is that noise in the background. Are you at a hospital?" I didn't say anything. "You are. Are you alright?"

I quickly assured her that I was fine.

"Its the girl then. I have suspected you have been spending time with someone. Is she hurt?"

I didn't want to tell Lizzie this over the phone. "I'm at Washington D.C hospital," I said and hung up the phone.

An hour later she was here but Sam was still in surgery.
She saw me. My clothes covered in blood.

"Red I thought you said you were fine." She speed walked to me.

"Lizzie it's not my blood. Its a girl named Sam. Shes hurt. She's the one I have been spending time with."

"Who is she to you?"

I looked down at my hands covered with dried blood. "Have a seat."

I said. I looked at her. I know if they knew about each other it would just bring more pain and confusion to both of there lives.

"It's complicated," I said. She just looked at me. Then looked away.

"Well is she going to be alright." She said looking straight ahead.

"I don't know yet. Shes still in surgery." I said with a sigh.

"What happened to her?"

A giant pause filled the air.

"She..... tried." I chocked on my words. "To kill herself. She was just lying there. I should have helped her. I should have seen...."

Lizzie put her hand on mine. "You couldn't have known, what she was going to do."

Just then the doctor walks out in full surgeon uniform minus the gloves and mask. He was a tall man, young. "Family of Samantha Page." I stood up. He walked up to me. "She will have to stay in the hospital until all her wounds heal, but other than that she will be okay. Shes really lucky. She should be waking up soon you can come and see her."

We walked to her room. I saw her with all the wires and tubes.

Bandages around her wrists. The beeping of the machines.

Lizzie standing in the room looking at her. Dembe walked over to her and gently stroked her hair. Her long dirty blond curly hair. Why Sam Why?

------------------
Thanks so much to my readers.