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Horatio arrived at the hospital with the ambulance and watched helplessly as his partner was rushed to the O.R.
A nurse spotted him and led him to the restroom in order to wash away Speed's blood from his hands and face.
Once clean, Horatio sat down in the waiting room. One by one the other members of the team arrived until Alexx, Horatio, Delko and Calleigh along with Yelina were all sitting side by side leaning on each other awaiting news of Speed.
Rick Stetlar arrived and informed them that their case had been passed on to another team and that all suspects involved in the jewelry store shooting were in custody. After informing the team, he left, leaving them to continue wondering if their CSI would make it.
Horatio walked over to the nurse.
"Excuse me, ma'am but don't you need me to sign consent forms or fill any some type of patient history," he asked.
The nurse shook her head, "That's alright, Mr. Caine. Mr Speedle's information is already on the system. I was also able to reach his I.C.E contact listed. Mr. Potter is already on his way."
"Who is Mr. Potter? When did he change it from me to whoever that is?"
"I can't answer that for you, sir."
"Thank you anyway," Horatio replied before resuming his seat.
Shortly after three figures came running into the hospital and headed straight for the nurses desk.
"Timothy Speedle. Where is he? He was brought in with a gunshot to the upper chest," the shorter man with shaggy black hair, spoke rapidly.
The nurse looked up at him, "Are you family?"
He didn't hesitate to reply, "I'm his emergency contact. The closest thing he has to family. Please? Tell me he's still alive," he pleaded.
The pair with him both wrapped an arm around the young man in support.
"He's still in surgery. You'll need to sign some consent forms. You're listed on the system as his I.C.E. from when he was here a few months ago with a slightly sprained wrist. You can sit over there," she said indicating the shocked and curious faces of Speed's co-workers.
"Come on, Harry," the young brunette woman urged as she guided him to the seats opposite Delko and Calleigh.
Harry sat between the young woman and the young man with red hair. Both were quietly offering comfort to him. Harry remembered the last time him and Tim had been here. Tim had tripped over the step in the kitchen and sprained his wrist.
The CSI was sitting in the waiting room. Speed was clutching his left arm to his chest tightly.
"How you doing, love?" Harry asked concerned as he walked over. He hated it when someone he loved was hurt and there was nothing he could do about it.
"It hurts. I'm just waiting to see a doctor,"
"You know I could just heal that for you."
"Too late. Sorry I didn't think of that sooner. Usually I would just come see a doctor. Force of habit."
After seeing the doctor, Speed stopped at the nurse's desk. Harry quirked an eyebrow in question.
"Excuse me, miss?"
"How can I help you, sir?"
"I want to change my emergency contact information," he explained.
"Sure, just fill out this form," the nurse replied handing him a clipboard, paper and a pen.
Harry and Speed sat down.
"Here, Harry. Could you please fill them out. It's a bit awkward for me."
Harry took the papers while staring at this lover.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. I also am going to change my will and power of attorney now that I think about it. If something happens, I don't want you to have to fight everyone."
"Ok. I'll do the same. You do realize that you're now stuck with me right?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, love."
How Harry wished he hadn't needed to use the legal rights Tim had given him, especially so soon.
Delko leaned forward. "What do you mean you're his emergency contact? I thought it was me or H. None of us have even heard of you," he said gaining nods in agreement from his team mates.
Harry looked up at the group with tear filled eyes, "The two of you were his emergency contacts up until around a year ago. Then he changed it to me." His voice was soft, the British accent more pronounced than usual due to his worry.
"Why you?" Calleigh asked not understanding how Speed could change it to someone none of them knew.
Just as Harry was about to reply one of Speed's surgeons came into the waiting room and walked towards them at the direction of the nurse at the desk.
Unable to stand the worry over his lover, Harry met the doctor half way, "How is he? Is he going to be alright?"
The doctor glanced at him with kind eyes, "Who is his emergency contact?"
"Me. Please tell me he is going to be alright," Harry pleaded.
"His superior vena cava was nicked. He is extremely lucky to be even breathing right now. It was only leaking and not gushing which is the reason he is still alive right now. He'll need to stay in ICU for up to 4 to 5 days depending on how he is faring. We were able to repair all the damage in one surgery.
Roughly, for the next 36 hours, we will be keeping him sedated and on ventilation to allow his body to start healing and to prevent him from moving thereby disturbing the sutures and wires. It is also to ensure maximum pain control during this time without having to worry about breathing being depressed which is a common side effect of Morphine."
Hermione was absorbing all that the doctor told them while Harry was staring at him in horror. The only thing keeping him standing was Ron holding him up.
"Thereafter if all goes well, and no lung infection has set in which unfortunately is a huge risk with gunshot wounds and not only for the lungs, but general infection because bullets are dirty, then we'll wean him off the ventilator and hopefully remove it as soon as he can cope without it."
Harry was completely overwhelmed.
"When… when can I see him," he managed to ask past the lump in his throat.
"Since you are his emergency contact, you can come through. Just come with me. I'll take you to him," the doctor offered.
Hermione and Ron hugged Harry before giving him a gentle shove to get moving.
Harry turned to the others in the waiting room.
"I'll be back to let you all know how he is," he offered.
Everyone else all took their seats again. The CSIs confused as to what was going on, while Hermione and Ron were hoping Harry wouldn't loose another loved one. Not when he was finally really happy.
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