Author's Note: On weekends, I will make this story my primary goal to update it daily. For now, enjoy Chapter 2!
The ambulance arrived soon enough, but the family was lucky Brian did not bled out. Peter was horrified by what Brian said. Quagmire shot him? His drinking buddy? The second man in his circle of friends? Impossible! He was so shocked that he could not even go to Quagmire's house and beat him up for what he did. He just stood there with eyes wide and mouth agape. To add insult to injury, his mouth was on his hand. The perfect expression.
Eventually, the ambulance came in, sirens blaring. The paramedics quickly assessed the situation and told them to steer clear of the body. Peter, Jake and Joe did what they were told to and they took Brian's body and put him on the bed in the ambulance, whlist treating the wound with various medical equipment, such as alcohol. All the families 1 could do was watch with horrified expressions. The Swansons got home, while the Griffins remained outside. The awkward silence was broken by Peter.
"We have to go to the hospital to check on Brian!"
"Sure Peter, let me get the kids….." Lois responded, rather sad with a frown and a raspy voice. Peter mumbled something under his breath and Lois could have sworn he said the following:
"Quagmire's gonna pay….."
10 MINUTES LATER
The Griffins were all gathered on Brian's "death" bed. They were all sad, especially Stewie, who was so miserable and shocked at the moment that he could just drop on the ground and cry for hours. The family members all felt guilt for all the time they dissed Brian or offended him. But now was not the time to mourn. Dr. Hartman entered the room and announced the news.
"Well, your dog is certainly very lucky Mrs. Griffin. When we dug the bullet out, it was a 5.56 caliber one, which usually results in a fatality if it pierces critical organs or body parts."
"But what about his injury? Is it that bad?"
"Sadly Mrs. Griffin, his stomach is no more. If we are lucky enough, he has atleast 4 to 6 days to live. The bullet has piereced through the digestive system, denying metabolism. All-in-all, he is going to die….."
The whole family's eyes watered up. The news shook them extremely hard. They looked at Brian, who had tubes running all over him and a breathing mask over his mouth. All that could be heard in the room was the beeping of the heart monitor that still gave them faith.
"I am sorry to say this Mrs. Griffin, but since Brian will be a high medical priority, any visitors will be denied unless under vital conditions. Simply said, you should say your goodbyes now while you still have the chance."
They all gathered around Brian and started saying their goodbyes one by one. First was Peter, who found the poor dog and gave him a roof under his head. His best buddy.
"Hey there Brian. Y-you were my best pal ever since I found you, and till this day I keep saying t-to myself that I was very lucky to b-bring you into the family. I am going to m-miss you a lot. Nothing will be the same without you. Goodbye Brian." Next was Lois.
"Hi Brian. The family will miss you very much, you were a valuable family member and a friend. I am sorry for all the times we offended you or dissed you. I hope you find peace beyond death. Goodbye."
The kids particulay had nothing to say, they just sat silently with a frown on all their faces. Stewie however, started shouting incoherent things.
"NO!NOOO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! BRIAN, NO!" As the shouting continued, Lois noticied this and tried to silent him comfortly by hugging him. He calmed down a little, but continued sobbing heavily. This continuted for 5 minutes until he calmed down and fell asleep.
It was time, unfortunately, to go…..
The Griffins left the room, but not before giving one final look at their dearest friend who was always there to give them moral advice. Then they left the hospital, but the look on their faces remained the same…
SOMEWHERE ELSE…..
Quagmire shouldn't have done that. Oh god, he just couldn't even DARE to think of the terrible counsequences awaiting him! He would probably be charged for animal abuse and murder, and also probably be thrown in jail for lifetime. Not to forget he would also be charged for rape. He was now feeling guilty about his actions and was sweating. From brow, to chest. He plomped down on his bed and stared at the ceeling.
"Oh god, I really hit the bottom! What am I gonna do? The family would probably come and beat me to death! Might as well accept my fate….."
Quagmire was lost in thought. His reasons for hating Brian were terrible, he knew that, and they could be easily countered. But what was the real rason for his hatred towards him? That question was always a mystery to him. He dissed him, insulted him, shouted at him, hell, he even hit him with his car and beat him up! But why? As he processed these thoughts, the guilt increased in more than just mere numbers. He felt like a ton of weight was put in his head. The thoughts were so deep and painful, that he just fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, and all that was in his head was Brian…..
AN: Well, there we go folks! I hope this chapter addressed some questions. Due to a busy schedule, I will be updating here less during the weekends, sorry about that!
