This was uploaded from my phone and probably has lots of typos sorrryyy. Please let me know what you thought. This chapter is not a happy one be warned 😂 I promise it won't be all doom and gloom. Let me know what you want to see in chapter 4!

Bell looked down at Conrad, he couldn't just sit there so he started CPR, a pointless effort but an effort nonetheless. "Help! We need help in here!" he yelled, he heard footsteps and although he was unsure if it was someone coming to their aid or the shooter coming back to finish them off he couldn't give up for Conrad's sake. "We're in here! We need help!" he yelled even louder.

"Doctor B?" he heard a familiar voice say and he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or more distraught but he couldn't overthink that now he had to keep going with the CPR.

"Grayson I need you to get these doors open. Do whatever you have to do"

"But what if-"

"Doesn't matter. Just do it"

"I'm on it" he said before rushing off to find something to pry the doors open with.

Nic was trying to control the bleeding, AJ's hand was shaking uncontrollably. "The bullet must've hit a nerve" she said as she held his hand steady.

"Nothing can ruin these hands. Not even a bullet" he tried to sound unphased but there was a deeper fear there and Nic didn't even need to know him all that well to see it.

"I'm sure it'll be fine we just need to keep you still so there's no further damage and when this is all over we can get someone to fix you up" she didn't seem worried which put him at ease slightly. She had a talent for that after years of dealing with patients, it was something Mina and AJ wouldn't understand since their majority of dealing with patients is while they're under anaesthetic.

"I'm almost finished here. Then I can help" Mina said, she wanted to give him comfort too but she was never good at that so that was all she could think to say.

All AJ could do now was wait it out. Nic couldn't stop the bleeding without risking permanent nerve damage so he was going to need blood soon. That's when she made the decision. "I need to get blood"

"No, no I'm fine. It's fine"

"You won't be fine if you lose any more blood. Don't worry I'll be careful" she didn't give him time to argue before rushing off.

As she ran down the hallway she came to face to face yet again with the shooter. "You. You're gonna help me find Randolph Bell and if you don't this time I really will kill you and you won't talk me out of it this time" he grabbed hold of her and dragged her down the hallway yet again.

Meanwhile Grayson was busy doing everything he possibly could. Bell was losing hope. That is until the elevator doors slowly squeaked open and Conrad suddenly gasped for air. Grayson stood their his face was red and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. When his eyes landed on Conrad his face turned from red to sheet white. "O-oh my god doctor B. I-is he dead?"

"No. Not yet. Get down here and help me move him'

Grayson hopped down into the elevator, he looked like he might faint or throw up or possibly both. "That's-that's a lot of blood. D-do I-I have to touch him?"

At that Bell rolled his eyes. "Stop being such a child and help me move him" he seemed impatient now but that was just the fear talking. He gently lifted Conrad trying to get him into a better position but as he did blood started gushing from his wounds again so he quickly laid him back down. "Damn it!" he yelled as he started pacing back and forth.

"We-we need to get him out of here right..? But-but if we don't move him...he-he'll die right? So..we-we need a plan right doctor B? Right? Doctor B?"

Bell didn't seem to notice him as he paced, hitting the walls and cursing in frustration. "Okay.. I know. You can get the supplies and-and I'll work on him here" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

He helped him up but the elevator began to make a strange noise and slowly began moving downwards, the emergency breaks weren't going to hold much longer. Bell looked down at Conrad, the remainder of his blood was leaking into his lungs, he was gasping for air and it was so hard to watch. Bell felt the tears coming as pulled himself up. Just seconds later the elevator plummeted to the floor.

Grayson stood watching in horror. "He-he...it-it just..."

Bell felt his chest tighten and tears began streaming down his face. "Oh god...no..he-he I-I could have saved him I-I could have...I-I.."

'We-we can still fix this...we can go down there and-and get him" Grayson still had hope but Bell just shook his head, angrily wiping away at his tears which he had forced to stop coming.

'No. We can't. He's going to drown in his own blood.. it'll be painful and slow and he'll be all alone. He got an honourable death and I-I took that from him all because I was selfish and arrogant and I thought I could save him but I couldn't and now he's dying alone!"

With that Grayson just broke down into tears. "It's all m-my fault. I-I screwed up'

Bell suddenly felt the urge to comfort him. He gently pulled him close. "It's not your fault. It'll be okay. Everything will be okay"

Almost as if the universe was trying to prove him wrong as soon as he looked up he saw a man holding a gun to Nic's head. He felt his chest tighten again, he couldn't let Conrad down again, he had to protect Nic. "You!" he yelled as soon as he saw him. "You killed my daughter and now people have to suffer" he put the gun to Nic's head and clicked it into place.

"Just put the gun down and we can talk about this"

"The time for talking is over. I want you to really see what it's like when you take a life. Her death will be on you. I'm going to make you watch the life drain out of your eyes and then I'm going to kill you" he had that look in his eyes, there was going to be no negotiating if he begged for her life then he would kill her to prove a point. If he acted like he didn't care then he would make him care and either way Nic would still end up dead. Instead he ran towards them ready to try and knock the gun from his hands or at least attempt to. It was all happening so fast the man pointed the gun to him but Grayson pushed him out of the way as he pulled the trigger. He put the gun to Nic's head again and pulled the trigger but nothing happened, he had run out of bullets. He tossed the gun aside. "I guess I'll have to do things the old fashioned way. I'll just kill you with my bare hands" he slammed her up against the wall. Bell had to think fast. He grabbed a scalpel that had fallen from the crash cart Grayson used to ram the elevator open with. He plunged it into the man's neck and pulled it out causing blood to spurt out at an alarming rate, killing him instantly. Then he turned his attention back to Grayson who was lying in a quickly growing pool of blood. "Get outside and tell the police the shooter was killed" he told Nic. They needed to get the hospital off lockdown if they were going to prevent any more deaths...