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Hello Mister Evans, this is the Chicago Northern Hospital. We have tried calling you serval times as Samuel Mason O'Shea was admitted with us as three-thirty am this morning. You are his first emergency contact and we wish to inform you of the situation as it was made clear to us by Samuel that you were not aware. His second contact brought him in, Amelia, and we request that you contact her and the hospital right away. Hoping to hear from you soon Mister Evans.
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He’d been so engrossed in a case he had been working for the past week that he barely had enough time to even see Sammy. Or even Hayden for that matter. This case had been extremely tricky, he knew in his gut that the husband did it, but of course there was no evidence. Which is why it took that much longer; He was in the office going over the case files when he decided he needed a break.
He pulled out his phone and realized that he had many texts to respond to as well as a few missed calls. There hadn’t been anything from Sammy, which was the weird part, but rather than calling him, he listened to his voicemail first.
His heart instantly dropped when he listened to the woman on the phone tell him about the fact that Sammy was in the hospital. He didn’t even bother calling the hospital back or Amelia, because he was grabbing his keys and heading out. Within moments he was in his car, and the only thought going through his mind was what the fuck happened?? over and over again, all he could do was think that he was going to be fine. Of course he was going to be fine, it was Sammy they were talking about. He’d been shot last time, had his ear lobe blown off and he was fine. “He’s fine.” he told himself before racing through the streets of Chicago.
In time he reached Chicago Northern Hospital, didn’t even bother looking for parking as he pulled up at the front, his badge ready to show anyone and everyone that he was not here to play. He approached the front desk, and asked for Samuel O’Shea. It took a while longer but the nurse was able to give him a room and rather than waiting for someone to lead him to Sammy’s room, Chris was already on his way.
He didn’t wait for the elevator and took the stairs two at a time until he reached his floor. He looked around to see if he could find a familiar face, anyone really that could tell him what the hell happened and what the hell Sammy was doing in the hospital, but there was no one he knew. He’d ask the questions later, for now he walked to the room Sammy had been assigned to and didn’t even bother knocking. He was still hoping to find someone at his bedside that could explain all of this. In the end he knew he’d have to contact Amelia – as his voicemail had explained that she was the one to bring him in, but for now, all he could do was slowly approach the bed and feel his heart beating fast.
The only person he’d ever been worried about this much was Hayden, which is why he couldn’t find himself to say anything. Not yet anyway. The cop side of him wanted to pull his phone out right now and contact his family, ask what the hell happened, but the rational side of him wanted to stay and be there when he woke up.
“Dammit Sammy, what in the hell did you get yourself into?” he asked quietly before taking a seat. He’d wait.
He’d wait until a doctor came in.
He’d wait until a member of his family walked in.
He’d wait until a nurse walked in.
He’d wait for him to wake up.
He’d just wait… - @samuel-oshea
