Family Who: Juliet and Pat Where: Mercy Hospital When: Wednesday Night - December 1
Within 15 minutes of receiving Hamilton's call, Pat was at the hospital, booking into the hospital with the speed of a man possessed. Running up to the nurses desk, he had sheer panic in his eyes, seriously unable to even think about how much more stress he could take before finally cracking. He looked at the nurse sitting there, a young woman in her late 20s, and asked in a pleading voice: "I'm looking for a Juliet McConnell... can you please give me any information you have about her? I'm her brother, Patrick..."
"Patsie?" Wheeled down the length of the corridor after having a couple stitches put in to cease the trickle of blood from seeping from the cut on her head, and having a CT done to make sure there was no bleeding under the skull from her banging her head on a brick wall, Juliet caught sight of her brother and called out to him.
"Jules..." Pat sighed with some small relief as he darted over to her, taking her hand in his. "Sis... what happened? And who was that guy that called me? I almost had a heart attack like... three times on my way over here from worrying!"
"I was attacked, or the victim of an attempted attack." Jules answered her brother. "Which was why I was hesitant about having you contacted, Pat." With all that he had going on with his life at the moment, Juliet really hadn't wanted to add anymore stress to it.
"Son of a..." He cut himself off, ready to hit something. Hard. "Just... ok, we'll worry about the details later. Are you alright? And... who attacked you? Did you see the guy enough to get a description?"
"I'll be fine. I have no idea and no, everything happened so fast. I'm just thankful Hamilton showed up when he did." Juliet told her brother, though so many questions from him was making her dizzy, which did unpleasant things to her stomach.
"Ok.... are you... I mean, do they want you to stay overnight? Or can I get you back to my place? The nanny's watching Cash, and I'll stay with you, make sure you get whatever you need..." He gave her hand a calming squeeze, not wanting to push.
"It's a mild concussion so I should be fine at the loft." Jules smiled lightly up to him finding a bit of comfort in the squeeze he gave to her hand.
"Want me to stay with you then? Just for tonight? You should just... take it easy." He said with a forced calm, trying not to show his panic. It was all just... a little TOO much right now. He was still dealing with losing Patience, and now this? Jesus.
"I'm hoping to have that covered, and anyway, Cash is needing you more then me. I'll be fine. Don't worry big brother." She tried smiling reassuringly to him in an attempt to convince herself then her brother.
"Juliet..." He sighed, unable to hide the fear in his voice. "I can't lose you, ok? You and Cash.. you're the only family I have left. The only people I feel like... I can trust not to leave me."
"Pat, perish that thought. You're not going to lose me. A mild concussion is not something people have a tendency to die from." She told him with a stern voice. "As long as I have someone close by for just in case measures I'll be fine."
"Well, you know if you call me, I'll be there in minutes." Having a sports car and friends on the police force tended to make that possible, as one would guess. "I love you, kid. And I swear, anything you need... you got it."
"I know." She smiled to him. "And if I didn't think I'd already have a watchful eye for the night I'd take you up on your offer to stay at the loft. Love you too, Patsie."
"Just... Like I said. Anything you need, kid... I'll do it. I promise." He clutched her hand, wondering just then if anyone he loved would ever be safe.