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“He’s on his way.” Lindsey squeezed his hand.
“Good. And Praeger?”
Lindsey looked stunned. “I wasn’t aware you knew Matt.”
“We’ve spoken in the past. Peter trusts him- where is he?”
“He’s on assignment in Washington sir, we’ve paged him through his cell phone but he’s out of range. We’ll keep trying.” Rollins answered. “Lindsey, Mr. Shonbrin is awake and asking to see you.”
Lindsey nodded and wiped her face, the tracks of her tears still in evidence as she kissed Dr. Axon on the cheek and headed down the corridor.
“Would you mind telling me what happened?” Ray Axon had the uncanny ability to make a request sound like and order as he fixed Rollins with a cold stare.
“Peter was negotiating a hostage situation that got out of hand.”
“And the men involved Mr. Rollins?”
“Two dead, two arrests with another being indicted.” Rollins watched the theatre doors for signs of movement.
“And the hostage?” the elder Axon paced.
“Lindsey has gone down to see him now, he’s stable.”
Anton Hendricks came running up the corridor and spotted the tense group outside the theatre.
“Dr Axon.” Anton extended his hand.
“Hello Anton, its good to see you again.” Ray allowed himself to be led away to sit in the lounge as Clair Davis pushed a cup of coffee into his hand.
“I wish it were under different circumstances. Any news yet?” Anton looked up into the faces of his team members and scowled at Rollins.
“Dr. Axon?” A young nurse came over to the group and asked. Ray stood up.
“Yes?”
“Your son is out of surgery sir, the doctor will see you now if you follow me.” She turned in her white shoes and led the way. Anton tagged along behind Ray and the rest of the team stayed put.
“Dr. Axon, I’m Mark Andrews.” The young surgeon was still in scrubs as he closed the door to his office.
“This is a colleague of mine Dr. Hendricks.” Ray sat down. “How’s my boy?” his gruff demeanour only barely masking the very real pain that filtered through his chest.
“He’s stable. The knife missed all his vital organs but there are some complications.”
“What complications?” Anton prompted seeing the old man sag in his seat.
"The knife used in the attack was laced with a concentrated form of the Nexus drug. We lost him on the table twice- he lost a lot of blood and will be in considerable pain for the next few days."
“What does this drug do?” Ray asked.
“It’s basically an hallucinogenic. We lost two kids in here a week ago and another is still in serious condition. Mr. Shonbrin was also affected with the drug but fortunately the dose he received was significantly less potent. I don’t know the long-term effects of the drug; for the moment he’s stable and will be in intensive care for the next day or so. You can see him in an hour, Dr. Hendricks are you his physician?”
“Yes, I’m Chief of Medical at the OSIR, Peter is directly under my care.”
“Sir, toxicology turned up trace evidence of prescription drugs. Can you give me a full detail?”
“Yes, I’ve prescribed him diazepam 5mg twice a day with a mild sleeping pill at night.”
The surgeon frowned. “For?”
Anton looked flushed as he glanced the dark look Ray Axon threw at him.
“Peter has been experiencing severe depression after the death of a colleague nearly two years ago. His condition escalated recently and he began drug therapy.”
“How would you say his emotional state is? I ask this Doctor because of the drug in his system now. We need to know how he’ll react.”
“Yes I am fully aware of the reasons.” Anton snapped he took a deep breath. “Peter has been very withdrawn over the last few months, he’s had difficulties at work and he suffered a traumatic personal loss.”
“Is he suicidal?”
There was a long silence as Anton thought about his answer and looked again at the elder Axon. “No I don’t think so.”
“And when was anyone going to tell his father?” Ray thundered.
“Sir, it was up to Peter to tell you.” Anton sighed heavily.
“I want to see my son now, if you don’t mind.”
“He’s still in post op sir, as soon as we move him to the ward.”
“Now!” Axon ordered. “I was head of surgery before you wore long pants son, I know all the answers. I want to see him now!”
The young surgeon smiled and stood up, “I’ll have my nurse arrange it.”
“How’s Peter?” Rollins asked Anton, as he emerged alone from the office.
“He made it through the operation, he’s stable no thanks to you.” Anton spat.
“I had nothing to do with it Hendricks.” Rollins glowered over the old man.
“I don’t believe that for a second, stay clear of him Curtis.” Anton pushed forward.
“Until Central tell me otherwise he’s under my care.” Curtis spat.
“Not anymore.” Donahue put his hand on Rollins shoulder. “I suggest Curtis you go home, his team will look after him.”
Rollins shrugged off the offending hand and stormed out.
“He wasn’t to blame Anton.” Ray said softly.
“Not directly. It was a hostage situation, from the report Lindsey and Peter suspected that going in. The police were briefed that it might be volatile. At what point does it no longer become the case manager’s job to protect his people?” Anton was angry and rubbed his hand over his face.
“I’m going down to find Lindsey.” Ray walked away his overcoat slung over a broad shoulder.
~~~****~~~
The private room was quiet and sterile, Shon was propped on the bed, and bandages festooned every part of his body, his handsome face barely recognizable from behind the dark bruises. Lindsey sat beside his bed speaking gently and holding onto his fingers, careful of the IV feed that protruded from his hand.
“How is he?” Shon’s voice was an anguished whisper over a parched and bruised throat.
“We don’t know, he’s still in surgery.”
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