I want to thank everyone for their comments! I was pretty nervous about sharing this fic, but people are enjoying it, so I'm glad I did it.
I don't know much about medical procedures, so I apologize for any mistakes.
Sorry, this is a little later than usual, I was at work for 12 hours, and I forgot to post this chapter before I left this morning.
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Denis woke to the sound of a ringing phone. He groaned and rolled to his side, spitting blood. He carefully prodded his face and hissed. Blake broke my nose. The man looked around the empty room and cursed when he heard the car drive away. He noticed that the camera was still filming and stood on shaky legs to shut it off. He took the camera, picked the phone up off the floor, and went upstairs.
Denis sat the camera down and looked at the phone. Blake must have dropped it when he tackled me. Denis looked at the notifications: 2 missed calls from Sarah. You will pay for delaying my plans, Blake. First, I'll finish what I started with Jamie. That way, you know what to expect when I go after your sister. Denis smiled, grabbed the laptop, camera, and phone, and walked out the door.
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Blake gently placed me in the car and examined my injuries.
"Where does it hurt?" He asked.
"Everywhere," I whispered.
"What hurts the worst? Your hand?"
I nodded. It definitely hurt the worst. "My throat and leg hurt too," I added. It hurt to talk, to swallow, to breathe. I cataloged my injuries. "And my chest and arm."
"Is it hard to breathe?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
I shook my head. "It just hurts."
He nodded and examined the cuts on my chest and arm. "These cuts don't look too deep. You'll probably need stitches, though." He said as he took off his jacket. He laid it over my chest and buckled the seatbelt. He shut the door and walked around the car, slid into the driver seat, and started the car. He stared out the window before looking at me with tear filled eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I shouldn't have believed him. If I had calmed down before acting, this never would have happened."
I wasn't sure what to say. Could I forgive him? No, at least not yet. It was still too fresh. I nodded and closed my eyes, settling into the seat. He was quiet for a minute, and I could feel his eyes on me. Eventually, I felt the car move, and I slowly drifted off.
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"Jamie, wake up."
Someone was shaking me, and I really wanted them to stop.
"Jamie, wake up. Come on, kid, you're starting to worry me, just wake up."
I groaned as the shaking started again. Just leave me alone.
"That's it, Jamie, wake up. Come on, just open your eyes."
What's going on? Why do I hurt so much? Why am I so cold? God, I felt like crap. The shaking started again, and I groaned in pain as my hand throbbed.
"Jamie?"
I felt a hand on my face, and I flinched. "No…"
"It's okay Jamie. It's Blake."
"Blake?" I mumbled.
"Yeah, kid. How are you doing?"
"I don't feel good," I whispered.
"I know, kid. Just hold on, we're almost there."
I felt the car slow to a stop. "I'll be back in just a minute," Blake said before I heard his door shut. I was just drifting to sleep when my door was suddenly opened.
I groaned when someone yelled. "Where's that stretcher?!" It made my head throb. I started to panic when I felt hands on me. I tried to fight them off, but I was too weak. "No...don't. Please." I whimpered. People were talking over each other, and I was laid on something soft. The hands were everywhere, and I tried to lift my arms to push them off. I cried out when agony shot through my hand. Then I was moving, people were yelling, and it made my head hurt worse. I felt like I couldn't breathe; it felt like someone was sitting on my chest, preventing me from taking a full breath. There was a prick in my arm, and the world fell away.
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When Blake finally figured out where the nearest hospital was, he drove as fast as he could. They came to a red light just a couple blocks away, and he looked over at Jamie, noticing how pale he was. "Jamie, wake up." He gently shook his shoulder. Nothing, "Jamie, wake up. Come on, kid, you're starting to worry me, just wake up." Blake shook him again, a little harder this time, and he heard a groan. "That's it, Jamie, wake up. Come on, just open your eyes." The shaking continued, and he groaned again, this time, it was full of pain. "Jamie?" He reached up to his forehead to check for a fever. Jamie flinched when the hand made contact.
"No…" He whimpered.
"It's okay Jamie. It's Blake."
"Blake?"
"Yeah, kid. How are you doing?"
"I don't feel good." He whispered.
"I know, kid. Just hold on, we're almost there." He pulled into the ER entrance and looked at Jamie. "I'll be back in just a minute," Blake quickly got out of the car and ran inside. He cut to the front of the line, and several people yelled at him. Blake ignored them, only focusing on the possibly dying child in his car. "I need help."
"You'll have to wait in line, sir." A board looking nurse said.
"No, it's not for me. I have a kid in my car; he's hurt pretty badly. I'm scared to move him."
She looked at me and saw that I was serious. She yelled at someone to get a stretcher and followed me to the car. Several people protested, but no one paid them any attention. We got to the car, and when she opened the door and saw Jamie, she momentarily froze. "Where's the stretcher?!" She yelled. Another nurse ran over, and they loaded him onto the waiting stretcher.
Jamie tried to fight them off but was too weak to do any real damage. "No...don't. Please." He struggled weakly for a few seconds before crying out in pain. As soon as he was wheeled into the lobby, everyone stared, seeming to forget that they were also waiting for medical assistance. Jamie was pushed through a set of doors, and Blake was stopped by a nurse when he tried to follow.
"You can't go back there. I need you to fill out some paperwork for your son while you wait."
"He's not my son." He stated.
"Can you tell me how you know him?"
"I…" Blake closed his eyes and prepared himself for what was to come. "I kidnapped him." He answered, looking straight into her eyes.
He watched as confusion turned to horror. The nurse backed away and started yelling. "I need security in here now!" Within seconds there was a man in a security uniform. He looked between Blake and the nurse. "He said he kidnapped that boy." She told him. He immediately put his hand on the taser in his belt, and Blake put his hand up.
"I'm not going to cause any trouble. I'll come quietly."
"Turn around and put your hands on your head." He demanded.
Blake obeyed and tried not to flinch when the cold metal bit into his wrists. "His name is Jamie Reagan," Blake told the nurse. I just hope I wasn't too late. He thought as he was lead away.
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Sarah had called Blake twice with no answer. It was decided that she should leave a message and hope that he called back. Detective Phillips offered to take her to the station to file a report for her assault. She reluctantly agreed, and as they left, she apologized profusely for what had happened. We did our best to reassure her that it wasn't her fault.
Then I got the call, the call that we had all been praying for. Jamie had been found; he was alive. We piled into two cars and drove as fast as possible. The nurse had told us that Jamie needed surgery. She wouldn't go into detail, and finally pop pulled me away from the flustered nurse. Now we were waiting.
After the first hour, Joe and Erin went on a coffee run, after four hours, pop went for food. When six hours had passed, everyone was anxious to know about Jamie's condition. Why did he need surgery? Was it for his broken leg? If so, why was it taking so long? Finally, after seven long hours, the doctor came through the door. I stood and walked over to her.
"You must be the Reagan's." She stated.
"Yes, I'm Frank, Jamie's father," I answered.
"I'm Dr. Hanson. I was one of the surgeons that helped operate on your son. First, let me say that the surgery went well."
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"So he's going to be okay?" Erin asked tearfully.
"He isn't out of the woods yet, but He's young and strong."
I was afraid to ask, but I needed to know. "How bad is it?"
"Why don't we sit down."
Everyone quickly found a seat, eagerly awaiting news of Jamie's injuries.
"I'm not going to sugar coat it. He's in bad shape. The injury I'm most worried about is his right hand. That was the main reason for the surgery, all four fingers and his thumb were broken, and we needed to make sure there wouldn't be any lasting damage. We also had to put two pins in his leg, his fibula was fractured, but additional trauma caused it to break. We put the pins in to speed up the healing process. The cast will need to stay on for at least four weeks. He will be able to put some pressure on it, but a crutch is recommended until the cast comes off.
"Oh my God," Erin whispered.
"Do you think there will be lasting damage?" I asked.
"I'm confident that with proper rest and rehab, he should regain full operation of his hand. Once his leg heals, it will be as though it was never broken." She answered.
We had barely started, and I already wanted to throw up. I looked around and saw shock, fear, and barely contained rage in everyone's eyes. I gave Dr. Hanson a nod, and she continued.
"The other injury that we are concerned about is the bruising around his throat. It appears that someone tried to strangle him."
She paused when Erin burst into tears, I wrapped my arms around her and felt my own face dampen with tears. She watched us, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"We haven't needed to intubate him, but we're keeping a close eye on his vitals. It's still a possibility but, so far, he is doing well without assistance. He also has a minor concussion but, considering the bruising on his face, he's fortunate. I could have been a lot worse. He has a large cut down his arm. It did require stitches, but there should be minimal scarring. There are also three cuts on his chest that needed stitching. His ribs are bruised and will be painful for a couple of weeks, and his wrists are bruised and raw from being restrained. He has several bruises on his back and torso, but they should clear up in about a week or so."
By the time she had stopped, I had closed my eyes; I was glad it was over.
"There's something else isn't there?" Danny asked. I opened my eyes and exchanged a glance with Danny.
She looked around before meeting my eyes. "Yes, there is. When Jamie was brought in, he was only wearing boxers."
"Please tell me h-he wasn't…" Joe stuttered.
"We didn't want to do a rape kit without a parent's permission, so unless you give us permission, the only way to know is to ask him."
Pop pulled Joe into his arms as he sobbed in despair.
"I'd like to talk to him about it. I don't want to have to put him through that procedure."
"Of course." She nodded in agreement.
"Who brought him in?" I asked.
"A man who claims to be his kidnapper."
Pop and I shared a look. "Blake." We said at the same time.
"I'm going to kill him!" Danny yelled as he stood and started pacing.
"Can we see him?" I asked.
"Of course. Jamie is in the ICU, so only two people at a time." Danny and I followed Dr. Hanson. I prayed that Jamie would be okay.
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When we walked into Jamie's room, I felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. He looked so small and fragile. His face and exposed arms were covered in bruises. He had an IV in the back of his left hand. His right was heavily bandaged and propped up on pillows.
"We have him sedated so that he won't wake for a few hours. We didn't want him to wake up in a strange place surrounded by people he didn't know."
"Thank you, Dr."
She nodded and left.
Danny pulled a chair up to the right side of the bed, and I sat down on the left. I reached out and took his hand. "I'm here now, son. Everything's going to be okay."
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I felt like someone had stuffed my head with cotton. I had a hard time stringing a thought together. I knew there was something important that I needed to remember but- What's that noise? It sounds like beeping. Man, my hand hurts. Where am I? It smells funny. Wait… Am I in a hospital? Yeah, hospital seems right. My throat hurts. Why am I here? My hand hurts. Something's tickling my nose. I tried to reach up to find out what it was, but someone was holding my hand. Wait… What's going on? Oh yeah, hospital. Why is it so hard to concentrate? With great difficulty, I pried my eyes open. I looked to my left and saw dad asleep, his hand on top of mine. I smiled. I glanced to my right and saw Danny asleep on my leg. Now that I thought about it, my leg was kind of numb, but I didn't care. My dad was here, and I was safe. That's all that mattered. I smiled and drifted off to sleep, knowing that everything was going to be okay.
