I have noticed that I have neglected Jonathan's other friend, Peter. He's just mentioned briefly and was Jon's "ride" in an earlier chapter. Yes Nakhti! I took heed to your drink&driving warning in an earlier review. I wouldn't want him to fail a breathalizer test!
Chapter Ten- A Last Resort
"He's in shock." stated a voice.
"Will he be okay?"
"I can't tell for sure. We need to stablize him though."
"A needle?" asked another voice, concern more prominent.
"Yes. It will knock him out for a while, give him time to recover from the shock. That must've been a severe shock for him to go into arrest. What did you tell him?"
"I told him about Connie. He asked, didn't he Rick?"
"Yeah. Then he started gasping for breath, and we called you."
"It will be a shock for him. When the ambulance got to the scene, she was already dead. Everyone thought your brother was as well Mrs O'Connell. He'd collapsed from his illness. He shouldn't have gone out."
"He didn't tell us where he was going..."
They all stopped when they heard a groan.
"Jonathan?" asked Rick.
Jonathan tried to sit up. "What?" He asked groggily.
"Are you okay?" asked Evelyn gently.
"I am sick of people asking me that!" He noticed the needle. "No bloody way!"
"You need it Mister Carnahan." explained the Doctor.
"Mr Carnahan was my father." said Jonathan gravely. He winced as the needle pierced his skin. He gradually felt more relaxed. The Doctor muttered something to Evelyn.
"If he starts saying distracted mumblings, or forgets where he is, you must call me immediatley. Here is my emergency number."
"Thank you." nodded Evelyn.
As soon as the Doctor had gone, Jonathan watched as Rick and Evelyn sat at his bedside.
"I want you to tell me exactly what happened."
"Jon, I don't know if we should-I mean we don't exactly know ourselves."
"Please." he begged. "She was my best friend."
Evelyn sighed and began to tell him what happened. "Onlookers say that you and Connie walked into the road. A car came speeding down and just as it hit Connie, you collapsed. She was dead before she hit the ground. Everyone thought it had hit you..." her voice trailed off.
"We got a phone call," supplied Rick. "Saying that you'd been involved in a Hit and Run outside the Sunset Club. When we got there, we saw you in an ambulance. You were completely knocked out. They brought you back here at your request instead of the hospital. You apparently demanded to be took home before you collapsed again."
Jonathan remembered Connie talking to him in his dream...She had been an angel.
Jonathan face twisted into dismay. If he hadn't asked to come home...She wouldn't be dead...
He suddenly felt exhausted. "I need to rest." He announced.
"Of course you do. If you need anything." offered Evelyn as she and Rick opened the door and left.
Jonathan was left with his own grief stricken thoughts. Connie was dead. He was going to die. What a bloody good life he'd led. Getting drunk in Cairo, London and France. Had he achieved anything? No.
He had a brief sleep, but all he could dream about was...nothing. His life was being taken away from him and now where his dreams. He wished that letter would come with his results.
~*~
Jonathan woke up and headed downstairs. He shouldn't be out of bed, but he didn't care anymore. Jonathan picked up the post and looked through the piles of letters. He seperated his post from his sisters.
A nervous looking Rick appeared.
"Hey Jon, how are ya feeling?"
"Shit-beat actually." He replied off-handedly. "Where's Evy?"
"She's asleep. D'you wanna drink? Some breakfast?"
"I'm alright thanks. I'm just going to read the mail." Jonathan headed off to the lounge. He carefully opened the letter that was addressed to him.
*Dear Mister J. Carnahan,
This another letter to inform you that your parking fine is severly overdue. Failure to pay will result in drastic action.
yours sincerely
P Johnson. Police Dept. Parking Fines*
Jonathan blinked as he re-read the letter. He held his head in his hands. "Parking fine. A bloody parking fine." Were the only words he could mutter. Jonathan sat quietly for a moment. The letter with his results was taking ages to come, and he knew that if he kept getting his hopes up everytime a letter arrived he would drive himself insane. As his thought pattern was on cars, soon he was thinking of Connie and the Hit and Run.
He felt grief overtake him. He wished he'd been knocked down instead of Connie. She would still be alive and he wouldn't have to prolong an inevitable death.
Jon dropped the letter and headed over to the drinks cabinet. He reached for the key on its top and swiftly opened the cabinets door. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and swigged deeply from it. He relished in it's taste and soon he'd forgotten all about the letter and his friends death. He felt like good ol' Jonny Carnahan again. He sat in his chair drinking his depression away until a pain caused him to drop his bottle and cry out in agony.
~*~
Rick heard the cry of pain and the smash of a bottle. Instantly he was in the lounge where he'd last seen Jonathan go and saw Jonathan, wide eyed staring at him. By the smell of it whiskey stained the floor, and Jonathans breath stunk of it.
"Goddamn it Jonathan!" Jonathan heaved and threatened to be sick. Rick quickly got Jon under the shoudler and carried him to his room.
"What were you doing?" He asked as Jonathan doubled over in pain as he got into bed.
"What?" He asked bewildered.
"Why were you drinking? Was your letter the results? Are you going to be okay?"
"I have no idea what you're on about." He announced blankly.
Rick's blood ran cold. Jonathan didn't have a clue what was going on. "Stay here." He ordered, as though Jonathan might just jump out of bed and do a runner to the nearest bar. Rick frantically dialed the Doctors emergency number.
"Hello? Doctor Smith here."
"Hello, it's Rick O'Connell, Jonathan Carnahan's brother-in-law. He's...He's...Things have gotten worse, can you get here as soon as possible please?" Stammered Rick.
"Of course, I will be right over." promised the Doctor.
Rick rushed back upstairs to find Jonathan throwing up in the bathroom.
"Jesus Jonathan!" He noticed that Jonathan hadn't stopped clutching his side. "Is it your side? Is the pain making you sick?"
"Yeah." managed Jonathan. He staggered back to his bed, looking absolutely appalling. Rick feared the worst.
"How much have you drank?"
"I lost count." He replied with lack of emotion.
"Why are you drinking in your condition?" He asked as though he was scolding a small child.
Jonathan didn't reply. "Jonathan? Jonathan?" Rick rushed over to his bedside. "SHIT! EVY!" He heard the door open and the sound of feet on the stairs. Seconds later Doctor Smith appeared.
"What happened?" He asked as he checked his patients pulse.
"I found him drinking whiskey. He's been throwing up, I asked him if it was because of the pain and he said it was. He just passed out!" Rick rushed out of his brother-in-laws room and into his own on the other side of the manor house.
"Evy?" He ran in to find his wife half awake in her nightdress.
"What Rick? What's happened?" She pulled on a dressing gown and followed her husband.
Upon seeing the sight of her brother she nearly fainted. He looked, to use such a blunt a term, like death warmed over. His skin resembled that of a wet flannel, he had goosebumps and seemed to have a chill even though he was covered in sweat.
"Doctor Smith what's wrong with him!" shrieked Evelyn.
"Cirrossis of the liver, I'm afraid." He replied as he tried to awake his patient. "How long has he been unconscious for?"
"A couple of minutes." muttered Rick in disbelief. Evelyn clung onto him as her brother showed no sign of coming-to.
"Do something..." She begged.
The doctor shot her an annoyed glare. "He's doing everything he can Evy." comforted Rick.
Evelyn watched as her brothers breathing slowly deteriorated, and each breath seemed a struggle.
"No Jon, please...Don't..."
The doctor put away his equipment, and turned to the distressed couple. "I'm sorry-" He began.
Evelyn burst into tears. "No!"
"-But I can't do anything else for him. Try to keep his last few hours peaceful. I'm so sorry."
The doctor left the house, leaving Evelyn struggling to keep back her anger and upset. "Jon? Jon I know you can hear me. Wake up. Please..."
Evelyn broke down into tears so mighty that her shoulders shook. Jonathan still didn't show any signs. Evelyn knew that this was the worst. She was about to lose her brother...
"Please Jonathan...don't leave me..." Sobbed Evy, her eyes sore and full of sadness. Suddenly, Jonathan's face moved slightly, and Evelyn almost died from shock and sadness. "Jon?" She whispered.
Her brother knew that this was the end. "I'm sorry." He muttered as he felt his muscles weaken.
"No, don't be sorry Jon. I love you, you're my brother. Don't apologize to me. Just please, don't leave me, not yet, please... We got through Hamunaptra Jon! We got there! You got your treasure! You haven't even spent it all yet...Just don't go...Please don't leave me..." Her grip tightened on his clammy hand.
Jonathan listened to his sister's words as he struggled to ignore the pain and sickness welling up inside him. Eventually he managed a weak smile and stated quietly.
"Goodbye old mum, I'll be sure to tell Mother and Father about you and Rick." Evelyn burst into more frightening silent sobs, and Rick closed his eyes as Jonathan took his final breath.
~*~
Chapter Ten- A Last Resort
"He's in shock." stated a voice.
"Will he be okay?"
"I can't tell for sure. We need to stablize him though."
"A needle?" asked another voice, concern more prominent.
"Yes. It will knock him out for a while, give him time to recover from the shock. That must've been a severe shock for him to go into arrest. What did you tell him?"
"I told him about Connie. He asked, didn't he Rick?"
"Yeah. Then he started gasping for breath, and we called you."
"It will be a shock for him. When the ambulance got to the scene, she was already dead. Everyone thought your brother was as well Mrs O'Connell. He'd collapsed from his illness. He shouldn't have gone out."
"He didn't tell us where he was going..."
They all stopped when they heard a groan.
"Jonathan?" asked Rick.
Jonathan tried to sit up. "What?" He asked groggily.
"Are you okay?" asked Evelyn gently.
"I am sick of people asking me that!" He noticed the needle. "No bloody way!"
"You need it Mister Carnahan." explained the Doctor.
"Mr Carnahan was my father." said Jonathan gravely. He winced as the needle pierced his skin. He gradually felt more relaxed. The Doctor muttered something to Evelyn.
"If he starts saying distracted mumblings, or forgets where he is, you must call me immediatley. Here is my emergency number."
"Thank you." nodded Evelyn.
As soon as the Doctor had gone, Jonathan watched as Rick and Evelyn sat at his bedside.
"I want you to tell me exactly what happened."
"Jon, I don't know if we should-I mean we don't exactly know ourselves."
"Please." he begged. "She was my best friend."
Evelyn sighed and began to tell him what happened. "Onlookers say that you and Connie walked into the road. A car came speeding down and just as it hit Connie, you collapsed. She was dead before she hit the ground. Everyone thought it had hit you..." her voice trailed off.
"We got a phone call," supplied Rick. "Saying that you'd been involved in a Hit and Run outside the Sunset Club. When we got there, we saw you in an ambulance. You were completely knocked out. They brought you back here at your request instead of the hospital. You apparently demanded to be took home before you collapsed again."
Jonathan remembered Connie talking to him in his dream...She had been an angel.
Jonathan face twisted into dismay. If he hadn't asked to come home...She wouldn't be dead...
He suddenly felt exhausted. "I need to rest." He announced.
"Of course you do. If you need anything." offered Evelyn as she and Rick opened the door and left.
Jonathan was left with his own grief stricken thoughts. Connie was dead. He was going to die. What a bloody good life he'd led. Getting drunk in Cairo, London and France. Had he achieved anything? No.
He had a brief sleep, but all he could dream about was...nothing. His life was being taken away from him and now where his dreams. He wished that letter would come with his results.
~*~
Jonathan woke up and headed downstairs. He shouldn't be out of bed, but he didn't care anymore. Jonathan picked up the post and looked through the piles of letters. He seperated his post from his sisters.
A nervous looking Rick appeared.
"Hey Jon, how are ya feeling?"
"Shit-beat actually." He replied off-handedly. "Where's Evy?"
"She's asleep. D'you wanna drink? Some breakfast?"
"I'm alright thanks. I'm just going to read the mail." Jonathan headed off to the lounge. He carefully opened the letter that was addressed to him.
*Dear Mister J. Carnahan,
This another letter to inform you that your parking fine is severly overdue. Failure to pay will result in drastic action.
yours sincerely
P Johnson. Police Dept. Parking Fines*
Jonathan blinked as he re-read the letter. He held his head in his hands. "Parking fine. A bloody parking fine." Were the only words he could mutter. Jonathan sat quietly for a moment. The letter with his results was taking ages to come, and he knew that if he kept getting his hopes up everytime a letter arrived he would drive himself insane. As his thought pattern was on cars, soon he was thinking of Connie and the Hit and Run.
He felt grief overtake him. He wished he'd been knocked down instead of Connie. She would still be alive and he wouldn't have to prolong an inevitable death.
Jon dropped the letter and headed over to the drinks cabinet. He reached for the key on its top and swiftly opened the cabinets door. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and swigged deeply from it. He relished in it's taste and soon he'd forgotten all about the letter and his friends death. He felt like good ol' Jonny Carnahan again. He sat in his chair drinking his depression away until a pain caused him to drop his bottle and cry out in agony.
~*~
Rick heard the cry of pain and the smash of a bottle. Instantly he was in the lounge where he'd last seen Jonathan go and saw Jonathan, wide eyed staring at him. By the smell of it whiskey stained the floor, and Jonathans breath stunk of it.
"Goddamn it Jonathan!" Jonathan heaved and threatened to be sick. Rick quickly got Jon under the shoudler and carried him to his room.
"What were you doing?" He asked as Jonathan doubled over in pain as he got into bed.
"What?" He asked bewildered.
"Why were you drinking? Was your letter the results? Are you going to be okay?"
"I have no idea what you're on about." He announced blankly.
Rick's blood ran cold. Jonathan didn't have a clue what was going on. "Stay here." He ordered, as though Jonathan might just jump out of bed and do a runner to the nearest bar. Rick frantically dialed the Doctors emergency number.
"Hello? Doctor Smith here."
"Hello, it's Rick O'Connell, Jonathan Carnahan's brother-in-law. He's...He's...Things have gotten worse, can you get here as soon as possible please?" Stammered Rick.
"Of course, I will be right over." promised the Doctor.
Rick rushed back upstairs to find Jonathan throwing up in the bathroom.
"Jesus Jonathan!" He noticed that Jonathan hadn't stopped clutching his side. "Is it your side? Is the pain making you sick?"
"Yeah." managed Jonathan. He staggered back to his bed, looking absolutely appalling. Rick feared the worst.
"How much have you drank?"
"I lost count." He replied with lack of emotion.
"Why are you drinking in your condition?" He asked as though he was scolding a small child.
Jonathan didn't reply. "Jonathan? Jonathan?" Rick rushed over to his bedside. "SHIT! EVY!" He heard the door open and the sound of feet on the stairs. Seconds later Doctor Smith appeared.
"What happened?" He asked as he checked his patients pulse.
"I found him drinking whiskey. He's been throwing up, I asked him if it was because of the pain and he said it was. He just passed out!" Rick rushed out of his brother-in-laws room and into his own on the other side of the manor house.
"Evy?" He ran in to find his wife half awake in her nightdress.
"What Rick? What's happened?" She pulled on a dressing gown and followed her husband.
Upon seeing the sight of her brother she nearly fainted. He looked, to use such a blunt a term, like death warmed over. His skin resembled that of a wet flannel, he had goosebumps and seemed to have a chill even though he was covered in sweat.
"Doctor Smith what's wrong with him!" shrieked Evelyn.
"Cirrossis of the liver, I'm afraid." He replied as he tried to awake his patient. "How long has he been unconscious for?"
"A couple of minutes." muttered Rick in disbelief. Evelyn clung onto him as her brother showed no sign of coming-to.
"Do something..." She begged.
The doctor shot her an annoyed glare. "He's doing everything he can Evy." comforted Rick.
Evelyn watched as her brothers breathing slowly deteriorated, and each breath seemed a struggle.
"No Jon, please...Don't..."
The doctor put away his equipment, and turned to the distressed couple. "I'm sorry-" He began.
Evelyn burst into tears. "No!"
"-But I can't do anything else for him. Try to keep his last few hours peaceful. I'm so sorry."
The doctor left the house, leaving Evelyn struggling to keep back her anger and upset. "Jon? Jon I know you can hear me. Wake up. Please..."
Evelyn broke down into tears so mighty that her shoulders shook. Jonathan still didn't show any signs. Evelyn knew that this was the worst. She was about to lose her brother...
"Please Jonathan...don't leave me..." Sobbed Evy, her eyes sore and full of sadness. Suddenly, Jonathan's face moved slightly, and Evelyn almost died from shock and sadness. "Jon?" She whispered.
Her brother knew that this was the end. "I'm sorry." He muttered as he felt his muscles weaken.
"No, don't be sorry Jon. I love you, you're my brother. Don't apologize to me. Just please, don't leave me, not yet, please... We got through Hamunaptra Jon! We got there! You got your treasure! You haven't even spent it all yet...Just don't go...Please don't leave me..." Her grip tightened on his clammy hand.
Jonathan listened to his sister's words as he struggled to ignore the pain and sickness welling up inside him. Eventually he managed a weak smile and stated quietly.
"Goodbye old mum, I'll be sure to tell Mother and Father about you and Rick." Evelyn burst into more frightening silent sobs, and Rick closed his eyes as Jonathan took his final breath.
~*~