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AN: So this has been going over and over in my head for a while. so much so I just had to try and write it. It is a companion piece to the other Private Practice story I wrote. The first story was from Violet's POV this one is from Pete's. It takes off right where season 2 ended.

Beer, there is something about the amber liquid which just makes you smile. It is the drink of celebrations, the drink of commiserations, the drink to unwind from a long day. Unwind, that’s what you’re doing, it has been a long day, but a good day, you finally worked out what your feelings for Violet are and you told her. You want her, and she wants you, you make her happy, that’s what she told you and the thought of that makes you smile.

“You’re in a good mood tonight.” The familiar voice of the bartender muses. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smiling so much.”

“Yeah,” You let out the word and start smiling again. “I’m going to be a farther.”

“Really? That lady you been talking about finally get a paternity test done.”

“No,” You shake your head, “It doesn’t matter anymore, the kid is going to be mine.”

“I see,” He nods like he understands. “You got her then?”

“Yep, I got her.” You can’t wipe the smile off your face at the thought of Violet and the family you’re about to try and be. As you say the words you feel your phone begin to vibrate, you glance down at the caller ID and smile brighter. “Speaking for her excuse me,” the bartender walks away and you open the phone. “Hey Violet!” you called down the line.

“Help me, please help me!” The words were not what you were expecting, the tone of her voice nothing like you would ever think to hear.

“Violet?” The fear and concern echoes in your voice, “Violet?”

“Help me.” Her voice this time is so quiet you can hardly hear it.

“Violet?” You call her name down the line, “Violet?”

This time there is no answer, no response and you get this sicken feeling that something is not right.

“Are you okay?” You look up and see the bartender standing next to you again.

“No,” You shake your head and reach for your wallet, you leave some money on the bar and take off at a run.

You run to your car and you drive as fast as you can towards Violet’s home. At every moment you can you try to phone her but there is no answer, the phone just keeps ringing and as every second passes the dreaded feeling grows stronger and stronger. By the time you reach her home your heart is racing. You run up the steps to the front door and pound against it.

“Violet!” You yell through the door, “Violet!” But the door is locked tight and there is no movement inside the house. You stand there for a second trying to think then you start running around the home. At the side you look in through the window and the sick feeling inside of you twists into a gut retching knot, you can see blood, all over the floor you can see blood and Violet’s body laying motionless in the middle of it.

“Violet!” You scream and without even thinking you break the window with your elbow, you smash the glass out and climb through the hole. “Violet.” You run to her side and kneel down beside her. She is covered in blood and within seconds so are you, you try to use your hands to stop the bleeding but there is too much, you can’t stop it and you begin to panic. You can’t think straight and it takes you a minute to remember the one thing you should have done in the first instance. You reach for the phone and dial 911.

It takes longer than it should for you to tell the operator what they need to know, you have trouble finding the words you need and keeping it cool. You are frantic and scared beyond belief.

“Hang in there Violet, hang in there.” You find yourself whispering under your breath. “Just keep breathing, just hold on.” At the sound of your voice she seems to breath, she takes a breath but you know she is not breathing nearly enough. She’s dying; she’s bleeding to death in your arms.

You push harder against the gaping wound, you try to use your hands to close it and when that doesn’t work you pull the shirt off your back and use that. The blood soaks through in a matter of seconds.

“Come on, come on, come on.” You start willing for the ambulance to arrive. The ten minutes it takes feel like the longest ten minutes of your life. By the time they make their way through the front door you are exhausted and starting to shake. Someone pulls you off her and they start loading her onto a stretcher, hooking her up to monitors, getting fluids back into her. They ask you questions, her name, how old she is, is she allergic to anything, does she have any medical conditions.

“Violet, forty one, no, she’s pregnant, she was pregnant, the babies gone.” The words come out of your mouth in a flurry as they move around you. They move so fast, you almost don’t hop in the ambulance, they almost leave you behind but then you remember, you climb inside and wrap your hand around hers.

You hold onto her for as long as you can, until they push her through the double doors and someone tells you you’re not allowed back there. For a moment you try to argue with them, you’ve been back there before, you’re a doctor you’ve been back there before but it is different now, you’re not a doctor right now they tell you. It is better if you stay here they say and then they ask if there is someone they can phone for you.

“No, I’ll,” you find it hard to get the words out. “I’ll phone them.”

The person walks away when you say that, leaving you alone to sit in your blood soaked clothes and make phone calls. You pull out your cell and begin flipping through the numbers, Addison’s is the first you come to, you press send and wait for her to answer.

“Hi Pete,” She greets down the line, there is no emotion to her voice, she’s relaxed but as soon as you start telling her what’s happened, her voice changes, she cuts you off before you have a chance to finish. She tells you she’s on her way and then she hangs up and you make the next phone call. You dial Cooper’s number but he doesn’t answer, the phone rings out, you try twice and then move onto the next person, Naomi, then Sam, Dell, you leave a message with Pacific Wellness for Sheldon, and then you try Cooper again. You’re still trying to get a hold of him when Addison walks through the doors.

“Where is she?” She asks not waiting for any other explanation. You point to the doors you were told not to go through and she disappears through them, telling you she’s going to find out what’s going on, she’s going to try and help. You don’t tell her to stop but you wish she’d just sit with you, you need to talk or do something you don’t like just sitting there. A few minutes later Naomi arrives, and then Sam, you’re still trying to tell them what happened when the police come over. They take you into a room and ask you a bunch of questions, you tell them your son is missing, that someone came into Violet’s home and cut out your son and then left her to bleed to death. They ask you if you have any idea who might do this and at first you say no and then you remember Katie, and the funny feeling Violet had about her. Her words echo in your head.

“I’d like to fifty one fifty her. I think she’s on the edge. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

And the words you said back to her.

“You can’t commit someone on a feeling.”

The memory makes you feel sick to the stomach, like someone has taken a fist and punched you hard. You fight the urge to be sick and then you tell them everything you can about Katie. You are sure now it was her, it had to be her, who else would do something so sick. It is a horrible realisation, that you could have stopped it, if only you’d done something you could have stopped it.

When they finally tell you you’re done, that they’re going to do everything they can to find your son, you walk out the room and back to the waiting area. Dell is there now, he’s sitting in a chair with his little girl curled up on his lap, he’s holding onto her protectively and the look says it’s as much for his comfort as it is for hers. Naomi and Sam are both standing in a corner, phones out, they’re taking turns to try and get hold of Cooper, telling him is the only thing they can think of to do, it beats standing there doing nothing but they’re not getting through, he’s not answering and the thought of it makes you mad.

You start to get mad a Cooper because he’s not there, he should be there you think, he’s Violet’s best friend, he should be there, he should have been there. The thoughts start to consume you and you turn to walk out the hospital, you can’t just sit there, you take two steps and walk straight into Sheldon.

“Pete I got your message what’s-“ He stops mid sentence, the sight of your cloths sends the colour draining out of his face. It takes a moment for him to regain his speech “Pete what’s happened?” He finally says urgency to his voice.

“She was attacked.” You say looking straight at him. “They cut the baby out.”

You watch his mouth drop open and after a moment he whispers, “Oh my god. Is she going to be okay?”

“I don’t know.” You say the words and look away from him. The thought that Violet might die makes you feel sick to the stomach, you can’t process it. You push past him and walk outside, the night air is cold, it bites at your skin. You stand there, breath it in, it doesn’t make you feel better. You pull out your phone and try to dial Cooper again. He should be here; he should be feelings as horrible as you do.

The phone rings six times and then you hear the line begin to connect.

“Pete what is it?” You hear him say down the line, there is an irritated tone to his voice.

“Where are you?” You let the anger out in your voice.

“At Charlotte’s.” He still sounds irritated. “What’s the problem? Why have you been phoning all night?”

“Why?” The anger you’ve been feeling boils over, you shouldn’t be mad at Cooper, he hasn’t done anything wrong, but you can’t help be mad at him. “Violet’s been attacked.” You say struggling to keep your voice level.

“What?” You hear the shock in his voice, “What do you mean she’s been attacked?”

“She’s-“ you find the words get stuck in your mouth, you don’t want to tell him over the phone. “You need to get to St Ambrose now.” You tell him instead. He says okay and you hang up on him. He knows, everyone knows now, and you’re suddenly left with nothing to do. You take a deep breath and let it out as slowly as you can.

You don’t know what to do now; you don’t know what you’re supposed to do. You can’t just sit there and do nothing.

“Pete,” You look over and see Sam standing next to you. “Did you speak to Cooper?”

“Yeah, he’s on his way.” The words come out your mouth without any thought.

“Good,” You hear Sam say, you stand in silence for a moment and then you hear him again. “She’s going to be okay.” He tells you, “They’re going to find the baby.”

You don’t say anything back, you don’t want to disagree with him but life experience tells you things don’t always work out. You stand there in silence for long time, you watch people come and go, they move past you quickly, don’t make eye contact. You’re still standing there when Cooper arrives with Charlotte.

You’re appearance knocks the speech out them, and as you tell them what you know you watch the colour drain. By the time you finish talking Cooper is frantic, and Charlotte is trying to calm him. His reaction gives you the briefest moment of satisfaction and then it is gone and all you have left to do is worry, and wait. You go back inside and someone tells you, you should change, have a shower, that the blood soaked clothes are scaring people. You look down at what you’re wearing and the appearance scares you as well. You knew you were covered in blood, but how much hadn’t registered, your singlet is soaked, pants covered, the blood runs up and down your arms and there are streaks down your face.

You take the pair of scrubs they’re offering you and begin to walk down the corridor. You find the showers and clean yourself as quickly as possible. You hate the thought of waiting but the idea that you won’t be there when an update comes scares you more. You walk back to the waiting room and sit down on one of the hard plastic chairs, you rest your head in your hands and breath slowly, you want to cry, a part of you thinks it might help but you are too much of a man for that so you just sit there. The others keep bringing you coffee and slowly the hours tick by.

It has been three when the double doors finally open and you see Addison step out, she’s wearing scrubs now and as you look at her face you can’t work out what’s going on. She doesn’t look happy, but she doesn’t look devastated, just tried. She walks over to your small group and you all stand up. She gives everyone a look before looking straight at you.

“We’ve stopped the bleeding.” She begins, “But she’s lost an incredible amount of blood. We’re moving her to the ICU and are going to keep transfusing her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” You don’t ask the question, you’re too afraid to ask the question but Cooper does. Addison looks at him and then back at you.

“I don’t know,” She says a sad tone to her voice. “We’re going to do everything we can but with that amount of blood loss she’s at risk of serious complications, infection, kidney failure. We’re going to monitor her closely but it is too soon to say.”

“Okay,” This time you’re the one who speaks and that is all you can say. What she said wasn’t bad, it was the truth and really you knew that was what she would say. It was too soon to say she’d be fine, but she wasn’t dead, that was a good thing. “Can we see her?”

“Of course,” She tells you and she begins to lead you down the corridors toward the ICU.
Edited by Marie, Sep 10 2009, 10:16 PM.
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