Hey guys...I'm back with the second installment of the Deadly Impulses series. I think this will be the last one. Before I go any further, I must take the time to thank ALL of you who made this story happen for me - even when I didn't see it going anywhere else. It would take me a while to list them, but they know who they are! Thanks to all my Myspace buddies too! Your love and support is and always will be appreciated! Disclaimers is a must always. My characters belong to me. Thanks and onto the sequel!

DEADLY IMPULSES II: OBSESSIVE ADDICTION

Chapter 1: Charisma Takes a Bullet

Charisma's body fell in a heap in Dave's arms. "Charisma!"

Seeing the blood coming from her left side, Dave panicked, pulled out his cell phone and called 911. After telling them what had happened, they were on the way. "Don't leave me baby, hold on - help is on the way!"

Dave wrapped her in his jacket until they got there. He kept talking to her and making sure she was responsive. About 15 minutes later, the paramedics came with the police in tow.

Immediately the paramedics took over and began giving Charisma oxygen and all the necessary medicines, while the police interviewed Dave.

"What happened here?"

Dave - in utter shock - talked to them as best he could. "We were out here together when out of nowhere, Charisma turned me around and I heard a shot. She fell in my arms after that. I looked down and found she had blood on her.

"Where was she shot?

"Her side."

"Do you know who did this?"

Dave sniffed and took in a deep breath. "No." He paused. "But you better find them before I do."

The police talked with him more before Dave climbed into the ambulance with Charisma. He held her hand as the paramedics did their job in route to the hospital. When they got there, they immediately took Charisma to the trauma unit. Dave followed them until one of the police and paramedics held him back. Angrily, he tried to overpower them. But he couldn't. Feeling helpless and defeated, Dave went into the emergency waiting room and began pacing the floor.

It was now six thirty in the evening. Pacing nervously back and forth on the hospital floor, Dave's mind wandered on aimlessly. All he could think about was Charisma and her condition. He closed his eyes and thought back to only a few hours ago.

Dave's POV

I'm..I'm speechless. I can't believe this has happened. Oh God...Charisma. Why did this have to happen to her? I wish it was me. She didn't deserve this. I feel so fucking helpless right now. If I would have known what she saw over my shoulder - maybe I could have stopped this from happening. I had no idea why she was turning me around. Oh my God, she took a bullet - for me.

About two hours later, Dave spotted Dr. Smith, Charisma's emergency room physician. "Dr. Smith, how is she?"

"Because of where the bullet her - which was in very close proximity and the depth of the wound, she is going to need emergency vascular surgery."

"What?!" Dave cried. "Oh my God!"

"Are you related to her?"

Dave sniffed and answered by shaking his head - a silent 'no'. "I'm her boyfriend. I want to see her though. Can I see her please?"

"I'm sorry, but right now, only her immediate family can see her now. Do you know any of her immediate relatives?"

Dave knew now of only person that Charisma knew, and that was Erin, but he didn't know her number, until he remembered he was in possession of Charisma's things.

"Yes, I do know of one person."

After a few more minutes of discussion, Dave searched Charisma's jacket pocket until he found her cell phone. He searched through until he came across Erin's number. Nervously, he hit the 'call' button on her phone. Erin shortly answered.

"Hello."

Dave held his composure long enough to tell her what had happened. "Erin, it's Dave."

"What is it, Dave?" Erin smiled. "You and Chris got back together, didn't you?, Told you it would work, didn't I?"

Dave sniffed as his breathing became more sporadic. "Erin, she's in the hospital." He started. "She was shot."

Erin held the phone close to her ear, and couldn't believe what was said. "What did you say?"

"You heard me, Erin." Dave paused. "Charisma's been shot."

Erin heartbeat intesified as she became scared for Charisma. "How?" Erin said. "No - better than that - why?"

Dave answered her to the best of his abilities. "I don't know"

"I'm on my way."

Dave closed Charisma's phone. The anxiety and pressure was beginning to build in his chest, as his asthma was affecting his breathing.

He sat down and collected himself. Taking in short and deep breaths, trying to remain calm - Dave closed his eyes and tried to focus all his attention on his breathing. While he was doing that, he closed his eyes. About twenty minutes later, he heard the sound of a female voice asking about Charisma's condition. Dave stood up and walked over to the desk. There, he found Erin. He formally introduced himself.

"Hi, Erin, I'm Dave."

"Erin, nice to meet you." She abruptly answered. "Where is her doctor?"

"Over there."

Before Dave could speak another word, Erin sprinted over to Dr. Smith, while Dave followed. "Hello, I'm Erin Lee, Charisma Scott's next of kin. - How is she?"

"Ms. Lee, Charisma's conditon is critical. She is about to go into surgery in the next few minutes - as soon as the vascular surgeon comes in from pre-op."

"When you say vascular surgery, what does that mean?"

"It means that Charisma has lost some blood because of where and how deep the injury is." Dr. Smith started. "What she has is a Grade II renal injury."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a laceration that if left untreated, would definitely have serious and lasting effects on the function of her kidney."

"Oh no!" Erin cried.

"Dr. Smith continued. "But however, it's small wound and since the bullet cleanly exited her body, the surgeon will be able to go in through the exit wound and do a clean operation - there are no foreign objects that require removal. Yet, as I'm sure you are aware, with this as in all surgeries, there are always risks involved."

"I understand that, I just want to her come out of this alright and without any damage to any vital part of her body," Erin sniffed. "Is that possible?"

"Yes, its possible. She's young and should make a full recovery because there doesn't appear to be any substantial damage to her kidney or liver. All of the tests we've run indicate that the blood vessel was just grazed."

"Can I see her?"

"Sure, but keep it to a minimum, she is very heavily sedated."

Erin slowly walked into Charisma's room where she was sleeping. As she looked at her, she picked up Charisma's slender hand and held it tightly. "God, I wish you could hear me right now. I'm so sorry this happened. Who would have thought that me trying to get you and Dave back together would come to this. But I promise you and as God is my witness, I'm gonna find out who did this to you. But first you have to pull through this surgery. I love you Chris."

She kissed her forehead and began to cry. "Oh, God, please don't take her away!"

About thirty minutes later, Dr. Fischer and his team of surgeons came to take Charisma to surgery. While Charisma was in surgery - Dave paced the floor maddeningly, while Erin put in call to Charisma's parents, whom she she was so close to she referred to as Mom and Dad.

Charisma's mother, Elsa , answered. "Hello."

"Mom?" Erin

Elsa could tell that somthing was terribly wrong with the way Erin was talking to her. "Erin?"

"I'm calling to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Charisma has been shot!" Erin cried hysterically.

Elsa listened and couldn't believe her ears. "What?!"

Erin began to cry into the phone upon telling her the devastating news. "She is in surgery now." She paused. You and Dad need to get here as soon as possible."

"We're on the way!"

Elsa and Erin hung up their phones. It wasn't long after she talked to Elsa that her and Charisma's father, James Scott were at the hospital. Erin introduced them to Dave.

Approximately an hour and a half, Dr. Fischer came from the recovery room. James and Elsa walked over to him.

"How is she?" Elsa asked.

"She is as well as can be expected. Although she will be in a great deal of pain and anguish, but given the proper amount of time, Charisma will make a full recovery." Dr. Fischer paused slightly. "I take it you are her parents."

"Yes, we are. Can we see her?" James cried.

"Sure, let me take you to her, she is in the recovery room."

Dr. Fischer led James and Elsa to Charisma. When they got there, they found her sleeping comfortably. Elsa walked closer to her daughter's bedside and sat down while James stood on the other side of her. As they watched her, Dr. Fischer came in to make his rounds.

"I'm just coming in to check her vitals."

While watching the doctor check Charisma, Elsa questioned him.

"When will she wake up?"

"She should be fully awake by late tomorrow, sometime."

"And you say she will make a full recovery."

"Yes she will, but until she does, someone will need to stay with her."

James and Elsa shot glances at each other as the question of who would take care of Charisma arose. They immediately took on the responsiblity.

"When will she be released?" Elsa asked.

"In one week."

"Okay. Sounds good. We want to be here with her, I mean, if that's okay with you?" Elsa said.

"Yes, it's fine that you are here with her. I was gonna advise one of or both of you to be here with her." After he was done checking Charisma's vital statistics, Dr. Fischer continued. "Well, I think my work here is done, guess I will be going. I'll check back tomorrow when I do my morning rounds. And if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call the nurse."

James and Elsa thanked Dr. Fischer for everything he had done, as he bid them goodnight.