Jack didn't die, well he still might, oh who am I kidding, you all know I would never kill Jack, I'm not that stupid (yes, I am talking about you unknown script writer who crushed my heart and broke an otherwise perfect movie). Point is Bobby thinks Jack might die. I don't own four brothers.
He's so still. I sit beside him as I have ever since they rolled him out of surgery with slightly hopeful looks on their faces. Those looks have now faded and been replaced with frowns and questions. I see them check his vitals, and I know they wonder why he hasn't woken up yet. I'm wondering too, I ask him every time we're alone. I ask him what he's holding out for, what he's waiting for, but he never answers. I tell him whatever it is I'll make sure he gets it, if he would just open those eyes and look at me.
My biggest fear is that he's not gonna wake up, and as the days pass I'm starting to realize the he might not. I hate myself for thinking it but I can't stop it. The words pound in my head, in my heart until I want to scream. I want to grab him and shake him, scream at him to fucking stop it, just fucking stop, but when I reach out I take his hand in the most gentle way I know, careful not to hurt him.
If he dies... they're all dead. All of them. If he dosen't, they're dead anyway.
If he dies, I'll make them wish they were never born. I'll make them wish they had never heard the name Mercer. I'll make them wish they'd never even thought about hurting my little brother. Not just Sweet, but all of them. They're all gonna die in the most painful way I can think of, I won't stop until they're begging me too and even then I won't. I'll make them pay.
They're in for a world of pain and I'm gonna enjoy every scream, every shudder and ripple of fear and pain. I'll set Detroit on fire and I'll watch this fucking place burn to the ground with every last one of them in it. I can almost feel the flames on my face even now. I'm tense with the need to destroy, to inflict pain, I long to feel bones breaking underneath my fists and the feel of warm blood on my hands. I won't stop until they're all gone.
If he dies, then I'm gone too.
A look in Bobby's head.