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Part 13 � In Motion

Don twitched with surprise when the
ambulance siren turned off and the back door of the ambulance swung open.� He�d been in a stupor, watching Will�s chest
rise and fall.� Suddenly, all was noise
and movement again and Will was whisked out of the ambulance.� Don was pushed back in the organized chaos of
the emergency room.� He was grabbed by a
staff member and shuffled aside to a treatment area.� There, a nurse began to extract the glass
from his arm.� She kept snapping at him to
sit still as Don tried to keep an eye on what was going on with Will.

He couldn�t see anything in the
other area but a cluster of medical people quickly moving about.�

�Do I need to sedate you?� the
nurse demanded.

Don grimaced and sat quietly for the
rest of the procedure.� When the nurse
was finished, Don was amazed to see tray full of bloody shards of glass that
he�d been wearing for at least an hour.�
Though it felt like much longer since Will had gotten shot �

The nurse bandaged his arm, cleaned
the grit from his hands, and bandaged those too.� He was sent to the waiting room and given a
bunch of paperwork to fill out, though he could hardly grip the pen with the
bulky bandages.� He persevered through
the paperwork anyway, since it was something to do other than worry about
Will.� He filled in as much as he knew of
Will�s medical history but left a lot blank.�
Vaguely, he noted that he was at the Los Robles Hospital and wondered
where that was.

He gave the paperwork to the
check-in desk but couldn�t convince the clerk to give him an update on
Will.� He went back to his chair in the
waiting room and put his head in his hands.

�Agent Eppes?��

Don�s head went up.� A white-coated man stood in front of him.

�I�m Dr. Washington.� I understand that you are who I should talk
to about Agent Stevens?�
�
�Yes!� How is he?�

�He is in critical condition.� He�s lost a lot of blood but the most serious
problem is the bullet lodged in his brain.�
It needs to be removed immediately but it�s going to be a difficult
surgery.� We�ve decided that his best
chance is to go to UCLA Medical Center, who has an excellent neurosurgery
department.�

Don�s heart lurched and he felt
nauseous.� �Is he going to make it?�

�Too soon to say,� Dr. Washington
said, shaking his head.� �He is in
excellent health which is a point in his favor but an injury like this is too
unpredictable.� Possible outcomes cover
the whole range.�

�Oh,� Don said weakly.� �Has he come around?�

�No, I�m afraid not.�

Don grimaced.

�We will be airlifting him
immediately,� Dr. Washington said. ��And
there is no room for you on the helicopter.�

Don opened and closed his mouth
then nodded.�

The doctor offered him a faint
smile.� �UCLA Medical Center is one of the
best hospitals in America.� You can meet
Agent Stevens there, though he�ll be going into surgery as soon as he gets
there.� A surgical team is already
standing by.�

�Thanks,� Don said vaguely.� He stood up from his seat.� He needed to get to UCLA, so he needed a
car.�� Maybe he could get a cab, or just
steal a car.

�Don!� Sanchez said, coming up to
him.

Don turned at glared at her.� It was her fault that Will was hurt.

Sanchez smiled wryly, obviously aware
what he was thinking.� �The doctor told
me that Will is getting airlifted.� I�ve
arranged for protection for him at UCLA Med by the FBI.� That good enough?�

Slowly, Don nodded.� Why hadn�t he thought of that?� His brain was so fogged.

�And we are going to find the
leak,� Sanchez growled.� �We will track it down and fix it.�

�A little too late,� Don snapped,
then relented.� �I�ll see you in LA?�

�Yeah.� Are you sure you�re up to driving?� Sanchez
asked.�

�Sure,� Don shrugged.� What else was he going to do?

�Okay.� I�ll have someone drop you off at Clear Creek
and you can take Will�s car.�

Don grimaced, not looking forward
to going back there.� �Thanks.�

�Don,� Sanchez said, putting her
hand on his arm.� �I can�t imagine how
you feel right now, but remember, Will is one of ours.� We care about him, too.�

Don looked at her bleakly.� �I know, I just ��

�Yeah,� Sanchez agreed.� �See you in LA.�

The retreat was bathed in the eerie
light of police-lights when a silent DEA agent dropped Don off in front of the entrance
building.

Lynn Cole, the night manager, was
standing outside and she stared at Don.

Don remembered belatedly what he
must look like � dressed only in running shorts and shoes, bandages on his arm
and hands, his body streaked with Will�s blood and his own.

�Are you okay?�� Lynn stammered.

Don�s bitter bark of laughter made
her flinch.

�No, I�m not okay,� Don
growled.� �The love of my life is in
critical condition and I�m not there.�

�What?� she faltered.� �Something happened?�

�Yeah, your ex-bosses were running
a massive drug lab in their basement.�

Lynn put her hand to her mouth.

Don gave another bitter laugh.� �And now your ex-bosses are really ex, since they�re dead.� Though not until after they shot Will.�

�Mr. Park?�� Lynn asked, obviously struggling to
comprehend.�

�Mr. Stevens,� Don said, suddenly
very tired.� �He�s Agent Will Stevens,
DEA.� I�m Agent Don Eppes, FBI.� We�ve been investigating a designer drug that
was being made by the Richland brothers.�
We found them, they shot, I shot, they�re dead, Will�s in a helicopter
to UCLA for emergency brain surgery.�
Now, can I have my phone and keys?�

�Of-Of course,� Lynn said and
turned quickly to open the door to the office.�
She went around the desk and opened the safe.� After a little fumbling, she handed him
Will�s cellphone, his own, and Will�s car keys.�

With one last spark of dark humor, he looked at her and
said, �We�ll be checking out early.�
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