Brothers Keeper
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Chapter 2
The driver of the truck carried in the bleeding Phoebe into the hospital,
"I need help!" he yelled, Nate rushed towards him, he looked vaguely familiar, but not as familiar as the girl,
"Phoebe?"
"I'm her father, Mark Nicholson. I found her down on the beach like this." Mark gently lowered Phoebe onto a gurney, "I think she's been beaten up." Nate's eyes briefly flew up to look at her father, before carrying his examination of Phoebe.
"Jules!" he called to a nearby nurse, "Clear everything, she has head trauma, collapsed lung, severe facial injuries, possible fracture of the tib, fib and femur in both legs," Nate carried on listing Phoebes injuries as he pushed her into a private room. As Mark attempted to push his way in, Nate looked up again, "I'm sorry Mr Nicholson, please stay outside, " as the doors closed, Nate spied April in the room, "Discreetly ring Brax, let him know about Phoebe, this girl was in a car accident." Aprils eyes widened,
"Are you sure?"
Nodding, he showed the seat belt mark, "She was the passenger. There is no way her father was driving, he has no injuries at all..."
"Kyle" April whispered,
"Possibly, i'm going to stabilize her for theatre and then see what I can get from him," Nate said nodding his head towards Mark. Quietly, April headed to the corner of the room and made the call. After a tense 10mins, Nate had managed to stabilize Phoebe enough for her to be taken to theatre.
"Mr Nicholson?"
"How is she?" Mark demanded. Nate took a moment to size the man up, he was short and solid, a red faced man who was used to bullying people to get his own way,
"Mr Nicholson, Phoebe was in a car accident, those injuries are significant and contradict the theory of her being 'beaten up'," Nate waiting for a reaction and got none, "Where is the driver?"
"Humph..." Mark sat down, an air of stubbornness around him, "Dead."
Nate tried not to panic, "Where is he?" Nate pleaded, kneeling so he was eye to eye with the man, "Mr Nicholson please..." Nate was cut off by a commotion at the door. Brax stormed in without shutting the doors behind him, the wind was so fierce it sent paper flying and chairs banging to the ground,
"Nate, what the hell is going on?" Brax was shaking and not from the cold, a rage was building up inside of him and it intensified when he saw Mark, who refused to even look at the oldest Braxton,
"Mark brought Phoebe in with severe car crash injuries. She was definitely in a car accident as a passenger. Mark claimed he found her on the beach, however, with her injuries, there is no way she could have gotten there from the crash site on her own."
"She was with Kyle," Brax said looking at Mark, "Where is he?"
"Dead" Mark whispered loudly enough for all to hear, Brax looked like all the wind had been punched out of him, he leant over, with his hands on his knees,
"Then where is his body?" After a long silent pause, Brax crouched down infront of the man, "In 2 mins, my brothers will be here, they will drag you into that storm and dump you in the middle of the ocean to drown a long, painful death. If your lucky, a shark will rip you limb by limb to avoid drowning," Marks eyes flashed up to meet Brax's, "Now, where is my brother?"
"National Park, about 5ks in, down a ridge in the river," Standing up, Brax held back his rage.
"How's Phoebe?" That question had Mark on his feet, attention drawn to Nate,
"She's suffered alot of broken bones, all repairable. However, after surgery we will know more." Nate said as Mark slunk back into his chair, pulling out his phone, he started texting away.
Pulling Brax to the door, Nate carried on, " You need to be prepared to find him dead Brax," Nate said gently, "Phoebes in a coma with little to no chance of waking up. The force of the crash whipped her head back and forth so severely it caused her brain to collide at high velocity with the skull. She has several brain bleeds I suspect although we will know more when she comes out of theatre."
"Omigod," Brax breathed out, looking out the window, the storm was gradually getting worse, "I can't leave him out there in that"
Nodding his agreement, "I'll pack a bag and come with you,"
"No Nate, it's too bad, plus, Phoebe needs you. Look, Heath, Casey and I will find him,"
"If he's alive, be careful." Nate shook Brax's hand, at that moment, the Casey and Heath stormed into the hospital. Brax turned without any words spoken, and led his 2 younger brothers back into the storm.
Mark Nicholson watched the whole scene and sent a text to the men in the black truck.
'Dispose of them all.'
Kyle was vaguely aware of a pain in his arm and the cold. He groggily came to and found he could only move his left arm. Slowly opening his eyes, he gasped as the throbbing in his head intensified. Taking his time, he gradually came around. Slowly, everything was coming back to him, "Phoebs..." he croaked, looking gently around. He barely noticed the water swirling around his knees as the throbbing forced him back into unconsciousness again.
So, all medical jargon was courtesy of google, lucky its fiction! LMK if nothing makes sense!
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