Luke crouched down next to his seizing nephew, but had no clue what he was supposed to do. Lorelai had called 911 and Luke could hear her explaining the situation and giving the address to the diner. Jess had stopped seizing an was now laying motionless on the tile. Luke was amazed at how small his nephew looked, just laying there out cold on the dirty floor.
Lorelai bent down next to Luke and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"The ambulance should be here soon," she said gently.
Luke didn't even seem like he had heard her. He simply stared at Jess, unblinking.
The paramedics showed up a couple of minutes later, rushing in with a stretcher. Luke was so lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixated on Jess, that he hadn't heard the commotion behind him. He was unaware of the paramedics presence until one of them touched his shoulder and he jumped nearly a foot in the air.
"Sir, we need to get to him," the medic said, gesturing towards a passed out Jess. Before the paramedics words even registered to Luke, the other paramedic that was bent down next to Jess yelled out, "Get the paddles, we don't have a pulse!"
Luke stood up, wanting nothing more than to grab his nephew and shake him until he woke up, but was held back by a strong hand. Luke tried to shake the offending touch off, but the hold on his bicep only tightened. Luke turned to see who it was that had a death grip on him and was surprised to see it was Taylor. What the…Crap. Luke had completely forgotten that the diner had been occupied. That meant he would have to close up before leaving and worse, that meant the entire town had just watched Jess collapse and have a seizure. At the thought of his nephew, Luke immediately returned his focus to the present. There were three medics around Jess. One was feeling for a pulse, one was injecting something into Jess' vein and the other was rubbing two paddles together before putting them to Jess' chest. Luke watched as his nephew's back arched upwards before crashing back to the floor. The medics tried again, still nothing.
"Keep trying!" the medic that was checking Jess' pulse yelled. And they did, one more time. This time, though when Jess' body feel back onto the tile the paramedic yelled with relief, "We got a pulse!" There was a collective sigh of relief in the diner as they all let go of the breath they had been holding.
The paramedics quickly lifted Jess and strapped him to the stretcher before rushing him into the back of the ambulance. Before slamming the door, the youngest looking of the paramedics leaned out and yelled to Luke.
"Sir, are you riding with him?"
Luke, who was rooted to his spot, didn't respond right away. He was having trouble thinking clearly and forming coherent sentences.
"Sir?"
Taylor pushed him forward a little, but it was all Luke needed to pull himself together. He rushed to the ambulance and hopped up into the back. The doors were immediately slammed shut behind him and he looked down at his nephew. Jess had an uncomfortable looking oxygen mask covering his face and two IVs sticking out of his arm. He gently picked up one of Jess' hand. His skin was clammy and cold to the touch which worried Luke.
Luke was not a particularly religious man, but he closed his eyes and prayed, something he hadn't done since his mother died when he was younger. Please, just let him be okay…
Wow it's been awhile, huh? I know this is short, but I want to update my other stories tonight too. You can look forward to the next six chapters of this story sometime during December.
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