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The lady at the front desk led him back were Adam was, doctors and nurses were frantically putting ice around Adam, desperately trying to lower his temperature. Donald watched helplessly was the doctors tried to figure how the cause for Adam's fever. The site making him sick to stomach to watch, Donald returned to the waiting room, were he sat and waited for everyone. One of the machines monitoring heart rate let out a lone call, not long after Donald left the room. Donald said a silent prayer as he hoped it wasn't Adam. "CRASH CART IN BAY 3!" One of the doctors called, another nurse wheeled in the machine, "Clear!" Donald held his breath as the machine shocked his son, a minute past like an hour, Tasha arrived with three worried siblings, "Where is he?!" Bree said nearly shouting. Donald pointed behind him unwilling to look at the site, Chase fell to his knees, Bree started crying and Leo was afraid to look, hiding his face in Tasha's shirt. "Clear!"the doctor said again, driving steaks through everyone's hearts. However this time the machine returned to it's rhythm, The Davenport's finally breathed, Adam was stabilized, the doctors now we're able to examine him. Cutting the shirt sleeves, that reached past his hand, the doctors made a shocking discovery. Adam's entire right arm, was black, with a gash extending from his shoulder to his elbow, it leaked out scary green fluid, the doctor felt the arm, it nearly burt his hand. A nurse took some bags of antibiotics and inserted a IV along with the antibiotic into Adam's arm, to slow the spread of the dead and dying tissue, along with lower his fever.
The doctor turned to talk to the family, "Adam Davenport." He said the Davenport's stood up, "How is he?" Donald asked, "He's in pretty bad shape. He has gang green, on his right arm." The doctor handed Donald a clipboard with a paper on it. "Can we see him?" Chase asked as Donald filed out the paper. "Yes but brief, we need to get him into surgery as soon as possible." The doctor answered, Bree, Chase and Leo walked to Adam's room. He was pale as a sheet, and hooked up to a lot odd machines, Adam's right arm was as black as tar. Chase and Bree immediately resented every time they insulted his intelligence, every time they didn't say that they loved him. "Adam, you have to be okay, cause I need to tell you something." Chase whispered in Adam's ear, before exiting the room in tears, Bree and Leo following after saying what might be there last goodbye.
8 HOURS LATER
After a lot of pacing, feet tapping, crying and general panicking, Adam was finally out of surgery. "The surgery went great . Adam is a very strong boy, I'll show you to his room. He should be waking up now." The doctor said with a smile, as he lead them up to Adam's room, he explained all of the things that Adam would go through. But they didn't care about any of it Adam was alive, that's all that mattered they'd deal with the rest. Once inside the room, the doctor ran a simple test to check for brain damage, after that he left the family to see the boy. Adam was fully conscious and talking, cracking jokes about losing his arm "Guess you guys can start calling me crip, now huh." Adam had said with his cocky laugh, after the doctor left. Donald hugged his son, "Why didn't you tell me?" Donald said without separating, Adam's answer caused tears to fall "I didn't want to bother you." He said hugging his father with his one arm. "Hey, why are you crying guys?" He said noticing the tears falling off his family's faces. They all enveloped him a hug "Just glad your alright Adam." Bree said wiping the tear away. They all laughed. Adam was released from the hospital within two days, he still had a long road ahead of him but everyone knew he'd be just fine...
