on the cheeks, then went into the other room, dragging Dallas along with her.
“Well, even from a hospital bed Jolly is trying to tell me what to do.” Steve said and stood up and went to the window.
Calli stood and went and wrapped her arms around him, pushing against his back and said into his shoulder blade. “Steve,” she said whispering, afraid to actually say the words aloud but she forced herself to finish the sentence. “What if he dies before I tell him I love him too?”
“Not gonna happen, didn"t you hear him? He said he would be fine.” Steve choked out; trying to make himself believe Jolly was not lying.
“I love you both,” she said loudly, like it was surprise she had not acknowledged with herself.
They stood together for a long time before they heard Ginny come back into the room and tell them they had to go to the hospital to fill out a few papers for insurance. Steve nodded and turned to Calli and kissed her lips lightly.
She grasped his hand and held on to his arm as they walked from the room and headed across the street. The emergency department had cleared a little since they had been there last, but there were still a lot of men with suits on pacing and wandering the halls.
After they finished with the paperwork, Calli and Steve went up to the surgical waiting area, while Ginny and Dallas tried to find out any information about the female agent and Jolly.
When they entered the waiting area there, it was filled with a lot more suits. Steve nodded to a few of the men he knew and smiled encouragingly at them. He asked how their friend was and they were happy to say she was holding her own. The agent had many broken bones, and her spleen had been removed but she was in recovery. The doctor told her friends as long as she did not develop an infection she would be fine.
Steve nodded and led Calli to the corner and they set up vigil there. They talked lowly about Jolly, and how he would make it because he was so strong and what they would do when he woke up. One time a nurse came in, and gave them an update. Jolly had flat lined on the table a short time ago, when they removed a bullet that was lodged in his lung. The doctors had been quick and brought him back within seconds. They repaired all the damage done by the bullets, with exception to the one in his lungs. Jolly was lucky they had missed all the important organs, the doctors were now setting the breaks in his bones. The worse was the leg, it had been trapped under the steering wheel, but Jolly had pulled it out to get to the female agent. Steve was relieved the injuries, though life threatening for most people, seemed to be superficial for the big man. There was a lot of muscle mass in his friend and for once, it had worked to his advantage instead of against him.
After a few more hours and too many bad cups of coffee to count. The doctor appeared before them; the feds came and stood next to them, preparing to help if the couple received bad news. Being in the waiting area for so long together, they had developed a bond with some of them, especially the agent who had been dating Teri, the female agent who was with Jolly. He told them how she had jumped at the chance to help Bailey. She had obviously been excited to work with the legend they all thought Jolly was. Over the years, he had developed a kind of a following of admirers in the federal building. When Jolly shot the stalker who tried to kill Noah, he had been dubbed a hero.
When he stormed in the Federal Security Guards offices, and demanded they all be trained by him for free, in case it happened again, he had gained the praise of the Marshalls and the FBI. Steve had been surprised when they told him that story. He knew Jolly was working with a few of the men in the federal building but they had no idea that Jolly was doing so much. He thought when his friend went out at night he was looking after all of their interests, but he had been training the bailiffs on his own