Disclaimer: I don't own anything you might recognize from the tv show Harper's Island. I do own Jamie Mance and every other character I might need to come up with.

Hello to all! For all the new readers, I have an announcement, this story is the sequel to my first one, Harper's Island: Little Sister Intervention. So I highly advise you to read that one first, to get a better grip on this one. But feel free to explore :)

To those faithful readers that have read my first one, and are reading this one now ( I hope:) )... Welcome to the sequel! I hope you like this one as much as you liked the first one or even more :) This story will be told in 3rd person POV and will include all the survivors 'voices', so this could be a little bit more chaotic at times. This will my first time on a lot of those 'voices', but I will give my very best in get them right. As always I would love to hear your opinions and suggestions.

This chapter is a bit short, but real life decided to kick me in the behind this past week so I'm a little behind in my schedule. Again, welcome and happy reading...

Chapter the First – Healing of the Body

Overwhelmed. That's how Jamie Mance was feeling right about now. There was the fear, heavy and crippling; the anger, still there and simmering beneath the surface; the pain, now making itself excruciatingly known, and so many others she couldn't even keep track of, let alone name.

The ride from the wretched island she once called home was bad. Arriving at the docks, to see it crawling with the vultures from the press, that were eagerly covering the second rampage, only because this one that had wiped out almost every member of the influent Wellington family was terrible. But the ride to the hospital would definitely take the price as awful.

Jamie's eyes, which were taking in every monitor now hooked on Christopher Sullivan, her beloved Sully, were alive with worry. The doctor in her was waging a war against the woman in love, because no matter how rational about all this she tried to be, the fact that Sully had yet to regain consciousness was freaking her out. She needed to see him open his eyes and talk with her. Jamie craved that more than oxygen, right now.

Finally the ambulance came to a halt, and the doors were immediately opened by the doctors of the hospital where the survivors of Harper's Island, as she had heard the paramedic call them, had been taken to. Without even thinking, Jamie started giving the information, even from the inside of the ambulance. "He has a stab wound on his lower abdomen to the right side of approximately 6 inches, maybe less. I don't think he has internal bleeding, but I couldn't confirm. He lost a lot of blood and I had to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding which made him pass out. That was two days ago. This morning he was awake but he collapsed not long after the coast guard got to him. His BP lowered considerably since we docked."

The noise from the second ambulance diverted Jamie's attention. Abby was the first to walk out, helped by the paramedic, while Jimmy, like Sully, traveled in the gurney. Again, Jamie felt compelled to inform the doctors on the condition of the pair, since she had been the first doctor to care for them. Both of them turned to her at the sound of her voice, their own eyes worried and pained. When Jamie finally finished she looked up to see astonishment of the five doctors and two paramedics. Shrugging her shoulders she said as means of explanation, "I'm a doctor too."

It was only when she stepped into the lighted ambulance bay, with the very much needed help of the paramedic, that her own injuries were seen by the assembled doctors. The one examining the blond boy, a smiling red head, took one good look at her and said, "O'Keefe take Doctor…" he trailed off waiting for her name.

"Mance. Jamie Mance."

"… Mance and start treating her injuries, please."

The doctor led her into the emergency room and she could feel the panic spreading all over her at being separated from the golden haired boy. She couldn't leave him! The doctor whispered, probably seeing the look on her face, "Don't worry, he's in good hands. Doctor Hart is a great surgeon."

Jamie simply nodded, not all that convinced, that feeling in the pit of her stomach only increasing as she heard the voice of Doctor Hart shout orders left and right. She sunk on a gurney, almost absentmindedly. That went on until her doctor tried to remove her jacket for a full examination. Jamie refused, knowing what he would find underneath and what that would probably entail. And Jamie would not leave the conscious world until she knew what had happened with Sully, until she knew what happened to Shane and Danny and Cal, until she was sure her brother was really fine.

"Doctor Mance, you need to take the jacket off and let me examine you," he said, kindly. The gurney with Jimmy passed them by then, Abby and another doctor trailing it. She noticed that her friend too had panic written all over her face. Jamie would've followed her, if walking hadn't suddenly become such a daunting task, what with the pain and double vision.

Doctor O'Keefe tried again, "Look, I know you're worried and you went through a rough patch, but I really need to examine you," and this time she noticed a small not of exasperation on his tone, as he assembled the basic things to clean the visible wounds.

Jamie bristled at his words and she could feel the anger bottled up inside of her start to boil. "With all due respect, Doctor O'Keefe, you have no idea what I've been through. Rough patch is a freaking understatement," Jamie growled with a dark look on her face.

The doctor looked stunned for a moment, but silently nodded. Jamie was now feeling breathless and woozy, as if she had just run a marathon. She knew what was happening. Now that she was safe, the adrenaline was leaving her system. The pain would get steadily worse and she would eventually pass out from it, Jamie was sure of it. Again the panic spread like fire through her veins and she felt lightheaded.

"Doctor Mance, are you okay?" O'Keefe asked alarmed.

She nodded. "Yes, just a little… Never mind, could you… please… tell me what happened to the other survivors?" Jamie cringed at the word, hating the label the press had already stamped them with. "Shane Pierce and Danny Brooks… Oh, and Cal Vandeusen as well," she said, getting breathless again.

Doctor O'Keefe nodded and went to the nurse's station, a couple of feet away from her gurney, leaving a very anxious Jamie waiting.

Danny turned around in bed, careful of his IV. He sighed, he really hated hospitals. Besides, that thing should've been off by now, shouldn't it? At least that was what Doctor Lang had told him when she stopped by yesterday. He must have been mistaken then, truth be told, he had been still pretty much under the effect of the anesthesia, so he wasn't sure what he had heard. Danny sighed again, wishing the memory of that excruciating FBI interview from the day before was just as hazy.

He looked at the chair that was still next to his bed. The place to be occupied by a family member or a loved one had firstly been occupied by an African-American agent whose name he had already forgotten. His words, however, those would haunt Danny, for a very long time.

Dead. Malcolm, Booth, Henry, Trish, Abby, his friends, were all dead. And if that alone wasn't such a tragedy, Sully and Jamie were both missing. He felt his heart constrict on his chest and the familiar sting of tears on his eyes.

Danny thanked all his lucky stars that he had a great family, which was already on their way to meet him. He was thankful for all his other friends, from back home, that called or send their regards through his family. But the jagged hole Danny now held deep within his chest would never go away completely, of that he was certain.

For Danny, the idea that he would never help Sully prank someone, or that he would never hear Malcolm's lame jokes, or see Booth's poor attempts at wooing a girl, or that he would never share a drink over a football game with Henry or that he would never hear Trish's tinkling laugh, was still a hard one to grasp.

But out of all of his losses, one burned hotter than the rest on his heart. He never admitted to anyone but himself and he certainly never acted on his ever growing feelings… But God, he would miss Jamie.

You see, Danny was the typical good guy; he was always willing to help a friend in need or lend an ear when there was nothing else left to do. He was fiercely protective of his friends to the point where he would sometimes put their well being above his own. And then he met Jamie Mance for the first time and he felt immediately drawn to her. But he saw the way Sully looked at her, the way she looked back at his friend and so, like the good guy he was, Danny stepped back.

But over the years Danny and Jamie had developed a close friendship, something he cherished, as he thought to be the only thing he would ever get out of her. And at the time he had been contented with that. After all, he knew the pair's story very well. Danny knew how they could scream and shout at each other, but at the end of the day, Sully and Jamie always seem to gravitate towards each other.

Except the torch never really died down and now he was left feeling empty and frustrated and whishing for one last chance to tell her about his feelings.

Danny's wishful thinking was interrupted by a commotion near the door. He groaned and shut his eyes. He hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of last night, when a stupid paparazzo had managed to sneak up to the surgical floor, in the clichéd doctor's disguise. The upside had been the very big and very humiliating dressing-down he received from one of the doctors. It had been the only highlights of Danny's stay at the hospital so far.

Someone entered his room. The young African-American opened his eyes to a nurse, he sighed, thinking she was there just to make the usual round, but instead she was sporting a big smile on her face. She got closer to him mindful of the other, still unconscious, person in the room, and whispered, "I thought you should know, Mr. Brooks, that the coast guard rescued four more survivors from Harper's Island."

His heart monitor beeped like crazy, showing the world just how much the news affected him. The nurse smiled a little more open and promised she would go and find out more and return to inform him immediately.

As she left, hope flared on his chest. Maybe Danny was about to get lucky, maybe after the nightmare he had been through, he was being rewarded. Whatever it was, he just needed to know who had returned to him and who will he be mourning for.

In a heavy secured mansion, a woman sat holding her daughter in front of an old television. Although they had a very expensive and state of the art TV set in the living room, they preferred the coziness of one of the bedrooms.

It had been Shea's room when she still lived with her parents. It was by no means small, but had the comfort of holding everything she had once held dear. In here the oldest member of the Wellington family, at the age of 35 years old, could pretend nothing changed. In here she could just pretend her dad and Katherine were on a business trip; that her husband was working and that perhaps her sister was out with her friends or Henry. One look to the television, though, shattered that illusion with yet another special news bulletin about Harper's Island. Couldn't they give it a rest already?

Shea Allen used to be a happy woman. She never planned every step of her life, but she always knew the general direction she wanted to go. First being the good responsible daughter, then the supportive older sister, when the time came she would become a wife and not much later a mother. Now she was at a loss of what to do. She was confused and hurt and angry and, well, broken.

She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice Madison's attention shifting from the outside of the bedroom window to the TV until the girl sat up in bed and started urging her mom to turn up the volume. They caught the middle of piece of news that sparked the interest of Madison.

"… and both the coast guard and the FBI have refused to share any names, but, a few minutes ago it was confirmed by an anonymous source of Seattle Harbor that four more survivors of the Harper's Island Rampage were found. As you all know what started as a joyful occasion for one of the wealthiest families…"

Shea muted the sound again looking at her daughter that was currently looking for her shoes. Shea felt hope for the first time in days. Hurrying up, she joined Madison and both were out the door and in the car in record time.

With her heart racing and breathing coming in uneven gasps, Jamie was going crazy. A nurse had closed the curtain a few minutes ago to stop the ogling from the other patients and staff. The pain was coming faster and stronger and she knew she wouldn't be able to take it much longer. She was pacing because staying still meant the adrenaline she was currently running on would disappear that much faster, but still, she could feel it steadily decreasing.

Jamie tried to focus on the positive things. All of her friends had survived their surgeries. Shane's condition had been touch and go for a while and Jamie had blanched when Doctor O'Keefe told her Shane had crashed once, in the table. But know he was stable and the doctors expected him to make a full recovery. Now all she needed to hear was that Sully was okay. That was the only thing holding her back. Jamie stopped for a moment and cast her eyes upwards and prayed.

"Please, please God, don't take him away from me…"

The numbness was passing. Slowly, Abby was starting to feel again. Only she wasn't sure that was such good thing right now. So many things had happened in the past week, so many life altering things that it constantly left her out of breath. Her existence had become like a horror movie, with all that death and mayhem. At times it felt like everything she ever believed in was wrong, backwards, and someone had taken an enormous and sick pleasure in breaking it down for her. Abby shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to think about him of all people.

Because it hurt. It hurt so deep and at so many levels she honestly didn't know what to make of such a betrayal. He had been her best friend, her rock, her savior and then, ultimately, he had been her destroyer. But again, she fought to expel him from her mind.

So Abby chose to focus all of her attention on the gurney Jimmy was in at that moment. The fact he was there, still breathing, was the one upside in the mess her life had become.

Earlier the young woman had been completely petrified, when her doctor started leading her to a different examination room than the one the fisherman was in. But as Jimmy's gruff and sedated voice all but demanded not to be separated from her, Abby felt warmth spread all over her, completely obliterating the numbness for one glorious second.

Abby Mills was not a religious person by nature, but hearing him say that, after everything he had been through, eased in the slightest ways the guilt she felt eating away at her. Because all of this death, this pain, was indeed because of her, Abby had only been mistaken in the why.

She sighed as she kept on answering the questions the doctor in front of her throwing her way, doing her best to keep the dark thoughts away.

Meanwhile, a few feet away from Abby, Jimmy Mance was silently thanking whoever had discovered morphine. He had been in so much pain after that nasty fall he could barely think straight, hell, he actually discovered he was hurting in muscles he didn't even know he had. Holding to Abby and his younger sister's hand had been pretty much all he could do on the way over to the mainland.

But now that the medicine was kicking in, he was able to let himself feel, and right now he was worried. First for Abby, because he knew just how deep her connection with Henry had been. Then for Jamie, because he knew the bastard had done something to her, Jimmy just wished she would trust him enough to tell him. Then there was Shane, he's best friend since Jimmy had been old enough to remember. The young man didn't know what he would do if his friend hadn't make it. Sure sometimes, okay, most of the time, Shane was insufferable and annoying, but he had always had both Mance siblings' back and that meant something to Jimmy.

But since he wasn't planning on leaving Abby's side so soon (which it was something he had to admit it wasn't just for her sake), Jimmy stopped a nurse on the way out and asked her about Shane.

"Mr. Pierce is stable now. He crashed once in the table but the doctors were able to bring him back. He's still out though. He's in room 268 in case you wish to see him."

She left and Jimmy's attention was diverted to the orthopedic surgeon that had been studying his x-rays.

"Well Mr. Mance you are a very lucky man. You don't have a single broken bone. You do have a bad knee sprain that might need surgery, some sore ribs and a slight strain in your left wrist, but aside from that…" she trailed off.

Lucky was one way to look at it. Jimmy was lucky he was still alive, he was fortunate that his body wasn't as broken as he thought in the beginning; because he hadn't failed his duty as the big brother; because Abby, the woman he loved with all of his heart, was still alive; lucky because his best friend was going to make it. But at the same time Jimmy couldn't help but think back to those of his friends who didn't make it, Nikki's face being on the forefront of his mind; to the house he was sure he would never be able to live in again; to his boat that now lay in pieces; to the island he would never be able to think about again without remembering the terrible things that had happen, all that horror and pain.

Sure, he was lucky, but his life would never be the same and he couldn't help but think of how unfortunate that was.

The sound of the curtain being pulled back dragged Jamie from the pain induced daze she had been for the last hour. She could barely thing straight, she felt like her whole body was on fire, her vision kept going in and out of focus, but she forced every ounce of her strength to focus on the doctor, because the man standing in front of her was the person who had the power to make or destroy her, even if he didn't know it.

Doctor Hart was smiling, and she took that as a good sign. He was still dressed in his navy blue scrubs and it seemed he had come to her straight from Sully's surgery.

"Well Doctor Mance I need to congratulate you. Your quick thinking most probably saved that man's life. I did found a slight tearing of a muscle but the knife cut inches away from all major organs. He's going to be just fine."

Jamie smiled, the relief making everything more clear for one second, and then she collapsed, much like Sully had done hours ago.

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