Author: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: Suicide
Summary: Someone watches someone go too far.
Author's note: This fic is inspired by the song Jumper by Third Eye Blind. Lyrics are at the end of the fic. The suicidal person isn't who you think it is. First person POV but I won't say whom. You have to read it.
Disclaimer: Disney and Steven Brill own all characters in this fic except the doctors.
Time frame: Before D3.
What a nightmare. It's been less then 6 hours since it happened. Whomever said ducks fly together was an idiot. If they did, why am I sitting in the waiting room alone? Waiting for news on a fellow duck? Scratch that. My best friend.
Yeah my best friend. He always seemed like the toughest of us all. I don't mean tough like the Bash Brothers, but tough mentally. He always seemed together. He never let anything phase him. At least until today.
Maybe he always hid his pain. He had a smile or a good comeback if someone put him or his friends down. He was always someone I could talk to, and honestly, I always thought he thought he could do the same with me. Maybe I was wrong.
This morning my mother told me he hand stopped by and left a note. I opened the note. It was a goodbye letter. I ran to the cliff in hopes of stopping him. I got there in time to see him standing at the edge.
It was rather ironic though. My sister had been listening to Jumper by Third Eye Blind just this morning. It seemed to foreshadow this.
I remember pleading with him not to do it. We could talk about this. He cannot end it. He just looked at me and before I could stop him, he jumped.
My brother came up behind me and told me he had called an ambulance. I just stood there looking at my best friend lying there.
The fall hadn't killed him. No right now he's in there being worked on by the doctors. Dang it. Where are the others? They had to have gotten the phone calls by now. But I was sitting in the waiting room with his parents and brother.
I ran a hand through my hair. I thought I heard someone yelling code blue in the room. "No." I whispered.
I heard sobbing next to me. I couldn't look at her. I was having enough trouble containing my own tears. I didn't even hear the others approach. I had my knees pulled up to my chest and had my face resting against them.
"Is he?" Charlie asked.
"We don't know." I said looking up at them. What took them so long?
"Mr. and Mrs. Hall?" A doctor asked.
"Yes?" Teresa Hall asked standing up.
"I'm Dr. Chesterfield. I was one of the doctors that worked on your son Jesse."
"How is he?" Quint Hall asked.
Dr. Chesterfield sighed. "It was difficult. He suffered massive internal damage and a broken hip. It was a long fall. He was lucky to survive even though it was a suicide attempt. If he makes it through the night..."
I tuned him out. "Can I see him?" I asked.
"Well he's in intensive care. So only family." The doctor said.
"Adam's Jesse's best friend. Please?" Terry spoke up the first time that day.
I looked at him pleadingly. The doctor sighed. "Fine but only Adam." He said and walked away.
I let the Hall's go in their first. I stood there waiting. The other Ducks were quietly talking. Something felt wrong besides the fact that Jesse attempted suicide. "Adam you can go in." Quint said.
I walked into the room. Jesse was hooked up to a couple of machines. "Why Jesse?" I asked him. "You were the last one I ever thought would do this. Jesse don't die. You can't die. Tell me why and then we'll see if it was worth trying. You owe me the explanation." Okay I was babbling but it was better then crying. "Come on Jesse." I said.
The nurse came in and told me my time was up.
I walked out into the lobby reluctantly. I walked straight out of the hospital. I don't think anyone noticed.