A/N: Thanks for all the love guys! After the season finale I'm even more in love with Sonny and Lisa. They're just so dang cute! Please note as you read on that I have a very advanced degree in medicine bestowed on me by Grey's Anatomy, Chicago Med, The Resident, Emergency, The Good Doctor, Royal Pains, and various other medical television shows. This is to say, I don't know what I'm talking about but neither do they most of the time. I did my best to research but if the medicine is bad, please chalk it up to creative license. Also, please don't actually use any of this if you're bitten by a spider. Go find a real doctor. Enjoy!
"Sonny!"
Clay and Brock jumped on top of him as he convulsed.
"Hold him steady!" Trent waited until Sonny went limp, then jabbed a shot of epinephrine into his thigh and rubbed vigorously, sending up a prayer to whoever was listening that it would work. Sonny's blood pressure was in the toilet. Keeping his airway open was imperative; if he stopped breathing out here there was no way they could get him to help in time.
"What the hell kind of spider can do something like this?" Ray asked.
"Brazilian Wandering Spider," Trent said grimly.
"Trent," Jason jerked his head and Trent followed him a few paces away. "What are we dealing with here?"
"Chills, sweats, cramps, vertigo, all of it," Trent said bluntly. They were all worried but Jason needed to know what was going on. "This thing's not usually fatal but his symptoms aren't good. He got bit twice so maybe that's why things are progressing so fast? I can only do so much for him out here. Tell Blackburn we're going to need immediate medical help at exfil."
Jason nodded, his jaw tight with concern. "How soon until we can get him out of here?" It was still a long walk and with an injured man it would take even longer.
"I just shot him up with epi so I want to make sure his breathing's okay. Then faster we move, the better," Trent said.
"Trent, he's waking up," Ray said.
Trent dropped back to his knees. "How ya doing brother?"
Sonny's voice shook and he was pale and sweaty. "I'm all right. Trent, what the hell?"
"We're gonna get you out of here okay? What's your pain like?"
"Uh, like an eight? It fucking hurts man. And my chest is so tight."
Trent nodded. If he was claiming an eight he was probably really at an eleven.
"Trent?" Sonny croaked. "Something's happening…"
Trent glanced down and his eyes went wide. "It's okay. Side effect of the venom. Erections lasting up to four hours." He tried to keep his voice neutral and calm but he was pretty sure he'd failed when every single member of the team got very still. There were some things a man just shouldn't have to suffer, and this was definitely one of them.
Sonny stared at him in wide-eyed panic. "You mean this thing is making my ding dong…?"
"That's the least of your worries right now," Trent told him. "It'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Sonny's voice cracked.
"Yes." He wasn't. He wasn't sure of anything except that they needed to get out of here as fast as possible.
Sonny's eyes rolled back into his head and he convulsed for a second time. "Hold him steady!" Trent yelled as he pushed him onto his side.
"Trent we gotta get him out of here," Ray said.
"Working on it," he said through gritted teeth. Sonny's body relaxed and Trent gripped his face in his hands. "Sonny, hey, you with me?"
His blinked at him groggily. "Yeah," he managed. "Yeah I'm here."
"I want you to stay awake all right? Listen to me, HEY!" he tapped forcefully on Sonny's face until his eyes opened again. "You stay awake! If you feel anything change you tell us right away, got it?"
Sonny nodded. "Yeah."
His breathing was labored but it wasn't going to get any better lying on the forest floor. Trent looked up at Jason. "We're as good as we're going to be."
"Let's get him up!" Jason ordered. "TOC this is Bravo One. We're on the move."
Sonny was teetering at the edge of consciousness, which meant that Clay and Brock were practically carrying him through the jungle while Jason and Ray hacked a trail ahead of them. Trent hovered nearby, trying not to show how truly worried he was to the rest of the group.
They had to stop several times so Sonny could hurl and the last time nothing came up so he just dry heaved on all fours.
He collapsed onto the ground and it was only seconds before his body was convulsing again and they were all scrambling on top of him to keep him from hurting himself. When the tremors finally ceased his head lolled back and Trent rubbed a fist over his sternum. "Sonny!" he yelled loudly. "Hey!"
Sonny's eyes fluttered open. "'mkay," he slurred, but his eyes were unfocused and he didn't seem fully aware.
"Jace, he can't take much more of this," Trent said. "His blood pressure's dropping again. If we don't get some antivenom in him soon he might stop breathing."
Jason checked his watch. They were close to their exfil but every second was going to count. "TOC this is One, any chance of getting some help for our boy here? He's not doing so great."
"We've got ground support on the way One," Eric's voice crackled back. "Keep coming and they'll meet you."
"Copy that," Jason said.
It was another agonizing half hour of slow going and then Clay said in alarm, "Trent! I don't think he's breathing!"
Trent lurched toward them as they dropped him to the ground. "Sonny! Hey!" He felt for a pulse and then immediately began CPR. "Ray get another shot of epi!"
Ray ripped the cap off and plunged it into Sonny's thigh. "Come on you son of a bitch!" Trent growled. "You are not dying because of one, little spider!"
"We need ground support NOW," Jason was yelling into his radio. "Bravo Three is not breathing. Repeat Bravo Three is in extreme distress."
"Bravo One we have vehicles incoming. Standby," Eric said.
The seconds ticked by in tense silence as Trent continued to pump Sonny's chest up and down. All they could do was watch and wait.
When two transport vehicles finally appeared a medic jumped out and Trent helped him shove a tube down Sonny's throat and then squeezed the bag continuously as they loaded him into the trucks.
The ride was short and fast and then they transferred into helos. Trent's hand was beginning to cramp from squeezing but he kept going. "Let me take over," Ray said quietly once they were all loaded in.
"I got it," he said.
"Trent, it's all right." Ray gently nudged him out of the way and took over.
Trent leaned back and wiped a hand over his face. His mind was already going to places like permanent brain damage and impaired function. He checked his watch. Eight minutes. They'd been doing CPR and bagging Sonny for eight minutes. It felt like much longer. "He gonna be all right?" Brock asked.
The entire team was looking at him their faces exhausted, like the last few hours had aged them ten years. They wanted some kind of reassurance, some confirmation that Sonny Quinn was going to come out of this just fine, because they couldn't take another loss right now. Because when it came down to it, as much as they all watched out for each other, Trent was the one who made sure they all got home. And this time…this time he wasn't sure he'd done it. He shook his head. "I don't know."
A/N: At least one more chapter to follow! Leave your love in the reviews!
