Everybody's gotta die sometime. That's life.

- Archie Bunker


Mac called 911. He knew that Don needed medical attetion. "Hold on, Don. There coming. Just hold please."

Don was smiling. 'At least he's happy.' Mac thought. Mac kept slapping Don in the face, trying to get him to wake up.

Two EMT's came in. "Dective Taylor. We got it, now." Mac stepped away from his lifeless friend, so they could do there job. "Do you know how many drinks he has had?"

"No....no, sorry." Mac replied. He looked around Don's apartment. He saw the many bottle everywhere, he saw the pictures of Jess. He knew his friend was hurting but he didn't know how to fix that, how to stop the hurt. He was mad that he couldn't do anything. He dialed Stella Bonasera number.

"Mac?" She anwsered sleepily. She has been sick the past week, with the flu. "What's up?"

"I'm at Don's place. He has to the hosptial. But someone needs to clean out his place of beer and shit. Are you feeling better?" Mac asked her.

"Yeah. I can come over there for a bit. I'm going to need some help though."

"I'll Adam or Danny or someone on the way to the hosptial. I call you soon, Stella." Mac hung up the phone, follwing the Emt's and Don out the door.




Mac waited in the waiting room as the doctor's worked on Don. He saw Sheldon Hawkes. "Mac?" Sheldon asked surpised to see him here. "Are you ok? Why are you here?"

"Don." Mac anwsered quiclky. He forgot that Sheldon worked here on his day's off from the lab. "Do you have any plans?"

"I was going to meet up with Adam and Danny and have a beer. Why? What's up?" He asked his boss.

"Stella is going to need help at Don's apartment."

"No prombelm. I'll get Danny and Adam to help too, Mac."

"Thanks."




About an hour later, the doctor came out of Don's hosptial room. "He wants to talk to you."


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