Spoiler alert... I ficced again. Inspired by a comment on the POI discussion site and the "Dead Reckoning" promo.
Bruised and battered, John Reese shrugged off the hands of Fusco and Carter and pushed through the door to the private hospital room, his heart pounding in fear and remorse. He’d done what he had to do, what he had thought was his only choice - death had been strapped to his chest and the only way to protect the one person most important to him was to raise his gun and fire, and though he’d been as careful as he could, seeking only to stop his friend’s approach, he’d rather have shot himself.
Finch lay in the bed, white bandages covering his side where John’s bullet had grazed him, his eyes opening wide as he heard the approaching footsteps, the look of fear in them as he recognized his visitor destroying the last of Reese’s defenses and, ignoring the expression that all but begged him to stay away, Reese collapsed at the bedside, whispering brokenly, “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry....”