Chapter 353: I have pictures

Sheldon POV

I breathe out hard as the tears start falling.

"Come here brother. I'm dizzy or I would be pulling you over already." Lucky says moving his hand around for me. I wipe the tears from his cheek. I start sobbing the minute my head hits his shoulder.

"He's gone on some mission or some bullshit." I mumble both devastated and angry.

"He's real.. wait no sorry, we know that he was with us. Right?" He feels around for his phone. I hand it to him and he clutches it to his chest.

"I have pictures." He says. I squeeze his hand.

"You have pictures and here soon you'll be able to actually see them."

"Mr.Smith-Spencer are you nauseous or is it just pain?" A nurse says finally coming in.

"Dizzy and pain." I say for him as he sips on some water.

"Okay I'll let the doctor know." She takes his temperature and pulls the tape from his right eye looking into it carefully with her light. Then she does the same with the left. She tapes up the left but leaves the right untaped.

I take advantage of his eye being untaped and pull up the picture of him and Finn together. I quickly raise it up to his face. He smiles and pulls it a little closer. A tear falls from his face on to the phone. I smile looking at Finn's face. He looks so happy and that's the first time I've seen him smile that big since the day our convoy was hit. Lucky hugs me tightly as I cry. I let him for a minute then pull away.

"Lucky don't worry about me. You need to get your stress down before you stoke out again." He laughs as he wipes his cheek.

"Thank you. I seen it and my mind is clearing back up." He squeezes my hand as he lifts the phone and scrolls to a picture I haven't seen before. It's of Finn and me cuddling together that last night together at the village. I laugh "So are we add to Pickle's collection of you and Denalii cuddles now?" He laughs.

"You wish you were as cool as us." He says laughing harder.

"Mr.Smith-Spencer no phones! It's bad on your injury." The nurse says taking the phone from us and putting it over on the side table.

"You two rest or I move you to own rooms!" She scolds.

"You say that like thirty times a day Hilda." Lucky laughs out.

"Well maybe you boys listen one time." She says winking at us.

"Oh you have visitors Mr.Smith-Spencer. I can tell them you are at rest."

I nod.

"Yes I'll rest for a while first." He says yawning "If it's important just wake me." He says yawning again. I shake my head and she nods. I lay down next to him and close my eyes for a minute

River POV

"I'm sorry Ms.Smith-Spencer but he is resting still. Let's just give him another hour then I'll wake him if he's not up yet."

"I will be quite. I'll just sit with him till he wakes up. Please." I beg the doctor.

"With his injuries rest is better then medicine. He has a hard time sleeping as it is, I would rather he gets the little bit of rest he can." The doctor says. I squeeze Pickle's hand and move away cause I'm going to punch this guy if I don't.

"Will he get use of his eyes again?" Pickle asks. Chailor comes to me and squeezes my arm.

"I'm going to go try Lincoln again."

I nod.

"His right eye has improved just as we have hoped but his left eye is still struggling to adjust after the stroke." He says.

What stroke?!

"What stroke?!" We both say.

"He was bashed in the head three or four times in the same spot with a heavy duty high powered rifle it caused a lot of damage."

"What?!" Pickle says.

I look at Pickle confused. I thought they were helping some people who escaped the church get moved to safety then they were going to help build some homes in Mexico for the program him and Victoria started out there for homeless women and children.

"I'm confused?" I say looking at Pickle.

"Your not the only one my love." Pickle says.

"What did the military tell you when they called you." The doctor asks.

"The military didn't call us a guy from his work crew did. They were in Mexico building homes to help the homeless and he was injured." Pickle says and I can see him getting worried.

"He's not military. He's never been in the military." I say "Some of our friends with him are former military but not Lucky." I say sitting back down and taking Pickle's hand.

"My mistake. I just assumed when they were all brought in together. I do know for a fact that they were all brought over from the middle east not from Mexico. After they were released from the interrogation and prisoner post they were brought here."

I gasp and squeeze Pickle's hand tightly but he pulls away from me. He slowly stands and then quickly grabs his chair and throws it at the wall. I start crying as he screams "MOTHER FUCKERS!"

Chailor comes running in and drops in front of me "River what happened?" She says.

"I knew they were up to something! God damn it!" Pickle yells.

"What happened?" Chailor asks again. Security comes running in but the doctor waves them away.

"They fucking lied! They went to Iraq after Finley!" Pickle yells "That's why he's hurt! BURKS! JASPER!" Pickle screams down the hall.

"Please Mr.Smith-Spencer we have very critical patients who need the rest." The doctor says grabbing another chair and patting to it.

"I'm sorry." Pickle says shaking his fists and pacing "Please continue." He says softly.

I cry softly as I try to listen but I don't understand.

"They were all beaten pretty bad but Lucky was brutally struck in the head multiple times after several witnesses have stated that he was unconscious after the first hit. He was refused medical treatment. His skull was fractured. He had a brain bleed that was left untreated, when we first went in we thought we got the bleed unfortunately there was a small bleed that was missed. This small bleed cause a stroke, we are still hopeful he will recover fully from the stroke. Just like any injury it takes time to give the body time to heal." Pickle shakes his hand.

"There's lots to discuss with his injuries."

"You don't think Lincoln went there with them right?" Chailor cries. Pickle wraps us both in his arms.

"Anyone else injured?" I ask "Did they find anyone?"

"No Mr.Smith-Spencer and Mr Mumford had the worst injuries."

My heart stops and I can't breath. I grab at my chest and gasp.

"They found them?" I gasp.

The door flies open and Denalii comes in looking pissed and out of breath.

"You guys just came without me! NO ONE WAS EVEN GOING TO TELL ME THEY FOUND THEM!" He screams at us.