Angel hated hospitals. All the Mercer brothers did. Anytime one of them was hurt, Evelyn usually could bandage them up in a few minutes, unless it was something serious. Something bad. Jack was always the worst. He hated hospitals more then Bobby, which was saying something. Angel almost found it ironic that Jack was the reason they all been practically living in a hospital for the last few days. Jerry had gone home a couple of times to check on Camille and the girls, while Bobby and Angel only left for a couple hours sleep.

Hanging up the phone, Angel made his way towards Jack's room. He lingered in the doorway for a few minutes, not wanting to disrupt the scene between his two brothers.

Jack was lying in the hospital bed, pale and unmoving. There were wires and tubes hooked up to him everywhere, and a soft beeping coming from the machine beside him. It was hard the shake the image of him looking so lifeless. It was even harder to shake the image of him covered in blood, lying on the side of the road, his brothers crying over his broken body.

" Come on! Breath, you fucking fairy!", Bobby begged, holding Jack's face, forcing him to look into his eyes. Angel sat there, frozen. Slowing, he started to listen to the little voice in the back of his head telling him what to. His arms felt numb as they started to move. He pulled off his shirt, shoving Bobby's arms out of the way to press it to the wound on Jack's shoulder.

" What the fuck?", Bobby asked, looking at his brother.

" Keep pressure on this", Angel told him, his training kicking in. He moved Bobby's hands over the wound. Then he moved on to the bullet holes in Jack's leg.

" Gotta stop the bleeding, gotta stop the bleeding…", He repeated over and over again, pressing the palm of his hand into the holes. " Sofi! Your necklace!", he suddenly shouted. She took it off, silent for once. He wrapped it around Jack's leg, pulling it tight. He prayed that it would slow down the bleeding until the paramedics got there. The only thing they could now, was wait.

The damage to Jack's legs wasn't too bad, thankfully. Two bullets managed to lodge themselves in his thigh, neither of them hitting bone, or any major arteries, or veins. The worse thing about recovery, would be the crutches he'll be forced to use. Angel wished that Jack's shoulder was a similar story.

As soon as they had made it to the hospital, the doctors had rushed Jack into surgery. It was hours before any of them new anything, which wasn't a good thing with Bobby's patience, or lack of. Lets just say that the hospital will be needing a new vending machine.

Shrapnel from the bullet in Jack's shoulder had caused a lot of damage. One of his lungs was punchered, and he was on a ventilator to help him breath for the moment, and that was only one problem. The doctors said that there was a lot more damaged then they had thought, and surgery had taken hours longer then expected. Even with all that, Jack made it through the surgery. The problem was he hadn't woken up. Doctors said that his vitals were normal, as was his brain activity, for someone in his state, and that it was unusual for him to still be unconscious. It seemed the Mercer brother specified in unusual. Unusual and unlucky. As the days passed by, they couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't waking up from this comatose state. The doctors persisted that his body just needed time to heal, but that didn't stop the brothers from worrying.

Bobby was sitting on the chair beside Jack's bed. His head was bowed low, his hair falling in front of his face. He was muttered something, and if Angel thought he believed in God, he would have guessed he was praying. Bobby had Jack's hands clasped tightly between his own. His knuckles had turned white from holding on so tightly.

" Its time.", Angel interrupted from the doorway. Bobby turning and nodded at him.

" I'm gonna kill him.", Bobby said, standing up, letting Jack's hand fall to the bed. " I'm gonna kill the bastard the did this. Did this to Mom…Did this to you.". Bobby left, not even glancing up at Angel. Angel looked over at his little brother. He paused for a moment before turning to follow Bobby.

" Hang in there Jack."

So that's it! I had to have Jack survive somehow. There isn't enough good looking men in the world to be killing them off pointlessly.

I decided to continue the story, so please check out the next chapter!

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