A/N: hey I'm giving you an update two nights in a row to say sorry for not updating soon enough last time, so I hope you enjoy! Finally get to find out what's with up Greg this chapter, Poor little Oscar :(

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Chapter 7: Rescue

It was the next morning and Greg was feeling worse than then the night before. He had hoped it was just a migraine he could sleep off, but he now knew it was something much worse. When he had got home last night he'd taken some more pills before going to bed but they had not helped one bit. His head was pounding worse than ever and his skin was extremely pale as well as being really clammy and sweaty, even though Greg was shivering and felt really cold. He felt like death itself. He would have to call in sick for work and get someone to take care of Oscar.

Greg went to his son's room to find him sat up in his bed looking through one of his animal books. He smiled and watched Oscar intently for a moment. Even though the little boy could not read, he was very fascinated by the pictures and bright colours.

"Daddy!" the little boy said with a grin as he noticed his father leaning on the door frame. But then the little boy frowned "you look difwent"

"Daddy's not very well today, so we're going to get you ready and out to Uncle Russell's straight away, alright?" Greg didn't know if what he had was infectious or not and he certainly didn't want to make Oscar ill. The doting father felt like he could pass out at any minute.

After dressing and giving Oscar his breakfast, Greg took Oscar back to the toddler's room and instructed him to stay there and play for a while whilst Greg got changed. The little boy nodded in understanding and got out some of his animals.

Greg was getting worse. He stumbled into the landing and fell against the wall. He was getting colder even though the amount of sweat was increasing, his vision was blurring and his heartbeat was racing, making his breathing more heavy and rapid. He knew he was going to pass out, he knew it. He stumbled to his room and reached to get him mobile off his bedside table to try and call for help. But he never made it as he fell backwards onto the floor, lying limp.

"Oscar…" was the last thing he breathed, fearful of what would happen to his child with no one to look out for him as Greg was consumed by the dark.


Oscar was sat in his room with all his stuffed animals arranged in a circle on his floor; he was pretending to babysit them. He was just arranging his family of stuffed rabbits when he heard a loud thud coming from next door in his father's room that made him jump.

"Daddy?" the little boy called inquisitively, but there was no reply. Oscar's curious nature, however, was starting to get the better of him as he wanted to see what had made the loud noise. He got to his feet and was about to leave the bedroom but then he remembered what Greg had said "No" he shook his head "daddy say stay" and he went back to his animals.

A few minutes later and Oscar started to wonder why his dad hadn't come back yet and he still wanted to know what the noise was. He slowly got to his feet and popped his head out into the hallway looking it up and down, he still couldn't see Greg.

"Daddy?" he called again, but when his father didn't reply his started to get scared.

He didn't want to get in trouble for leaving his room but Oscar wanted to find his dad and get a hug to make him feel better, so he went out into the hallway, going to Greg's room first where he heard the noise come from. Oscar couldn't reach the door handle yet so he gently pushed the door open with both hands to find Greg lying on the floor with his eyes closed.

"Daddy?" he asked quietly but then moved a little closer when his father didn't reply "Daddy, you sleep?" he whispered sitting down next to Greg and putting his hand in his fathers. He found it odd that his father would be asleep on the floor; the little boy had never seen him do that before.

"Daddy, wake up" the little boy pleaded but still Greg didn't stir, the toddler had tears in his eyes now "Daddy, pwease wake up" he asked wrapping his arms around Greg's neck, but still nothing. He may only have been two, but Oscar knew something was wrong. "Why won't wake up?" he asked burying his head in Greg's shoulder with tears streaming down his face.

Then, Oscar heard someone knocking on the door downstairs startling him. He looked up wiping his eyes. He decided to go and see who it was; maybe they could help wake his daddy up. He toddled out into the hallway and went to the top of the stairs but then he stopped. His dad had told him Oscar was too little to go down the stairs by himself in case he fell so Greg was always with him. And, to such a small boy, it sure looked scary as it was a long way down to the bottom. Oscar slowly put out his foot reaching for the first step.


Nick had gotten very little sleep himself that night as he couldn't stop thinking about Katelyn and Felix, but he knew that was over now and he had to move on. He had decided to go and check on Greg that morning after witnessing his dizzy spell last night; he hoped his younger friend would be better.

Nick knocked on the door and waited for a while but there was no answer. He assumed Greg was in because the car was there, but then thought he had maybe gone for a walk with Oscar. Nick was about to walk away when he heard Oscar cry out.

"Hewp!" he heard the little boy yell. He sounded terrified.

"Oscar!" Nick called placing his hands on the door and pressing his ear to it, he could hear the toddler sniffing.

"Unc Nick?" Oscar asked not sure if he was hearing things "Unc Nick, hewp!" he called. He'd tried getting down the first few steps but slipped and ended up plonking down onto them, he was too scared to try and go any further.

"Alright buddy hang on, I'm coming!" Nick called, he tried to open the door but it was locked.

He quickly ran back to his car to grab a spare key Greg has given him from the glove compartment. Where the hell was Greg? Nick was worrying, something must be wrong; there was no way Greg would hear Oscar shouting for help and just leave him. Fumbling a little because he was in a hurry, Nick finally got the key in the lock and opened to door.

The sight of Oscar clinging onto the stairs terrified Nick. "Oscar stay there!" he ordered running up the stairs and scooping the little boy into his arms. The little boy cried into his Uncle's shoulder and shook a little, he was so scared.

"It's ok" Nick soothed stroking the back of Oscar's head and holding him tight "It's ok I've got you" the sound of the toddler sobbing into his shoulder broke his heart. "Oscar, where's your daddy?" Nick asked quietly.

The little boy looked at Nick and rubbed his eyes as he finally stopped crying. He pointed to Greg's room "In der" Oscar said shakily "daddy won wake up"

"Oh my God" Nick breathed as he felt a horrible sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He ran into the room with Oscar still in his arms and froze at the sight of a statue still Greg sprawled out on the floor. He put Oscar on the bed "Osc, I need you to be a really good boy for me now ok, your daddy is…really sick, so I want you to sit right here until I say so, alright?" the little boy nodded in understanding but kept looking at his father on the floor "good boy" Nick said ruffling the little boys hair before heading over to Greg.

Firstly he checked his younger friends pulse, it was still pretty strong but it was moving too fast and Greg's breathing sounded a little laboured. Nick couldn't see any physical wounds, like a knock on the head so he couldn't be sure what was wrong. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled 911 for an ambulance. He then called Russell and he said he'd round everyone up to tell them the news and that Nick should keep him informed. Nick placed Greg in a more comfortable position and knelt by his side in case something happened whilst they waited.

"He ok?" Oscar asked quietly, Nick had almost forgotten the toddler was there.

"Yeah, he will be" Nick said giving the little boy who he loved like a nephew a reassuring smile. But he felt guilty, Nick couldn't know that for sure and he knew he couldn't lie to Oscar. It's not a lie he told himself Greg will be ok.

"You mad?" Oscar asked quietly, he didn't want his Uncle Nick to be mad at him because he didn't do what his daddy asked. "Please no mad" he said wiping his eyes as tears started once more. "Daddy say stay but I didn't"

"Hey, hey" Nick said sitting next to the little boy on the bed "I'm not mad at you. If you hadn't have shouted I wouldn't have been able to help your daddy."

"I want daddy hug" the little boy mumbled looking at his father on the floor; he still couldn't understand why Greg hadn't woken up.

"Daddy's sick" was the only way Nick could think to describe it. "But I can give you a hug if you want?" the little boy nodded and clambered onto his Uncles lap, the Texan held him tight. Then he carried Oscar over to Greg and they sat beside him waitng.

"Daddy mad at me?" the little boy asked quietly, he just looked at his fathers' closed eyes. "Don't want daddy mad at me"

"Oscar, your daddy could never be mad at you. You helped rescue him, and he loves you very much" Nick explained.

"Love him too" Oscar said stroking his father's hair "Daddy get better?" the little boy asked hopefully, his deep brown eyes looking into Nick's, it was just like looking into Greg's.

"Yes" Nick said quietly "Yes of course he will."