Holding On- Chpt 2
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nickngregTitle: Chpt 2 Holding On
Rating: G
Summary: I don't like this chapter nearly as much as I like part one (which can be found at http://www.livejournal.com/community/nickngreg/307508.html#cutid1)but I didn’t want to leave anyone hanging. There’s probably gonna be more chapters dealing with recovery and what exactly happened that night and yadda yadda. I hate summaries, lol.
There was a very generic painting of a flowery field hanging in the waiting room of the ICU. Nick had been staring at it for two and half hours, counting each flower petal. He had to concentrate on something, keep himself focused; otherwise he would crumble. The room was silent except for the sound of the receptionist’s fingers against her keyboard and the slow, taunting tick-tock of the clock. He adjusted and re-adjusted in the too small, uncomfortable chair. Someone, at some time during the night had brought him a clean shirt, judging by the size he assumed it was Warrick but he couldn’t remember. That first hour was nothing but a blur of sirens and questions he hadn’t known the answers to. And worry. His stomach was knotted and even now, hours after the initial commotion had died down, his heart was still drumming unusually fast in his chest. He glanced down at his hands; Greg’s blood was still crusted beneath his fingernails.
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Jim Brass never once relented. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hard and set, unmoving, on the man across from him. Dillon Hartford was a thirty-three year old with too many priors to list. Behind his icy blue eyes Brass couldn’t see anything. No regret, no fear. He was just a criminal, the kind that could never be saved.
They’d been playing this staring game for some time now, the second hand of the clock punctuating every blink and uncomfortable shift. Jim was just waiting for a phone call, just waiting to know if Mr. Hartford was being arrested for murder or attempted. Regardless of how bad he wanted to see the man rot for the rest of his life, he was praying to the God he’d abandoned long ago that it was going to be the latter.
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Nick had taken to pacing, stuffing his hands in his pockets and pulling them out again. Catherine was watching him from the corner of her eye.
“Nicky why don’t you head to the cafeteria, grab something to eat or…”
“The doctor might come out soon” he interrupted, barely even taking the time to look at her.
“I’ll be here…”
“I have to be here when the doctor comes out…I just have to be here” he stopped in his tracks and turned to her, “He’s all I’ve got Cath…and we never even had the chance…” he swallowed hard and took a long, shaky breath, “I’m just asking for a second chance, I’ll never waste another second… I just need him to be ok”, Catherine knew he wasn’t talking to her, knew he was talking to whatever higher power was willing to listen. A door opened. The doctor, with his mask pulled down around his chin, approached them. Nick stood nearly frozen, the slightest tremble in his legs.
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“Thanks Catherine, I’ll spread the word” Jim snapped his cell phone shut and tucked it into his pocket. Smiled and stood. The sound of the handcuffs clicking into place had never felt so justified.
“Dillon Hartford you’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Gregory Sanders, you have the right to remain silent…”
As Dillon Hartford was led through the halls of the Clark County Police Precinct towards a holding cell, Nick Stokes was entering a hospital room. The background hummed with beeps and clicks. Greg had never looked so young, lost in the mess of machines and tubes. Nick gently maneuvered around the equipment and took a soft hand with long, slender fingers in his. Greg was going to be ok, maybe not then and maybe no time soon, but eventually. There was a long road to travel but they were going to get their chance and at the moment, that was more than enough for Nick.
Rating: G
Summary: I don't like this chapter nearly as much as I like part one (which can be found at http://www.livejournal.com/community/nickngreg/307508.html#cutid1)but I didn’t want to leave anyone hanging. There’s probably gonna be more chapters dealing with recovery and what exactly happened that night and yadda yadda. I hate summaries, lol.
There was a very generic painting of a flowery field hanging in the waiting room of the ICU. Nick had been staring at it for two and half hours, counting each flower petal. He had to concentrate on something, keep himself focused; otherwise he would crumble. The room was silent except for the sound of the receptionist’s fingers against her keyboard and the slow, taunting tick-tock of the clock. He adjusted and re-adjusted in the too small, uncomfortable chair. Someone, at some time during the night had brought him a clean shirt, judging by the size he assumed it was Warrick but he couldn’t remember. That first hour was nothing but a blur of sirens and questions he hadn’t known the answers to. And worry. His stomach was knotted and even now, hours after the initial commotion had died down, his heart was still drumming unusually fast in his chest. He glanced down at his hands; Greg’s blood was still crusted beneath his fingernails.
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Jim Brass never once relented. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hard and set, unmoving, on the man across from him. Dillon Hartford was a thirty-three year old with too many priors to list. Behind his icy blue eyes Brass couldn’t see anything. No regret, no fear. He was just a criminal, the kind that could never be saved.
They’d been playing this staring game for some time now, the second hand of the clock punctuating every blink and uncomfortable shift. Jim was just waiting for a phone call, just waiting to know if Mr. Hartford was being arrested for murder or attempted. Regardless of how bad he wanted to see the man rot for the rest of his life, he was praying to the God he’d abandoned long ago that it was going to be the latter.
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Nick had taken to pacing, stuffing his hands in his pockets and pulling them out again. Catherine was watching him from the corner of her eye.
“Nicky why don’t you head to the cafeteria, grab something to eat or…”
“The doctor might come out soon” he interrupted, barely even taking the time to look at her.
“I’ll be here…”
“I have to be here when the doctor comes out…I just have to be here” he stopped in his tracks and turned to her, “He’s all I’ve got Cath…and we never even had the chance…” he swallowed hard and took a long, shaky breath, “I’m just asking for a second chance, I’ll never waste another second… I just need him to be ok”, Catherine knew he wasn’t talking to her, knew he was talking to whatever higher power was willing to listen. A door opened. The doctor, with his mask pulled down around his chin, approached them. Nick stood nearly frozen, the slightest tremble in his legs.
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“Thanks Catherine, I’ll spread the word” Jim snapped his cell phone shut and tucked it into his pocket. Smiled and stood. The sound of the handcuffs clicking into place had never felt so justified.
“Dillon Hartford you’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Gregory Sanders, you have the right to remain silent…”
As Dillon Hartford was led through the halls of the Clark County Police Precinct towards a holding cell, Nick Stokes was entering a hospital room. The background hummed with beeps and clicks. Greg had never looked so young, lost in the mess of machines and tubes. Nick gently maneuvered around the equipment and took a soft hand with long, slender fingers in his. Greg was going to be ok, maybe not then and maybe no time soon, but eventually. There was a long road to travel but they were going to get their chance and at the moment, that was more than enough for Nick.
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Date: 2005-11-05 01:39 am (UTC)loved it!
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Date: 2005-11-05 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-05 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 11:27 am (UTC)I can't believe how short you are able to keep it and still get it chucked full of emotions. Very intense.
/A
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Date: 2005-11-06 09:44 pm (UTC)You really had me on the edge with this one. I don't think I actually breathed until I erad "attempted murder"
Good work and can't wait to read more!