Dad?
Jake swore as he realised there was no way he was going to be able to get to his father without transport, especially when he wasn't entirely certain where his father was. He turned full circle before settling on the taxi he saw outside the hospital.
"Hey!" He waved at the taxi driver as he tried to get Malachy on the phone.
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"You're serious?" Leslie looked at the man holding a gun on her. "There's oxygen pumped through the hospital. Highly flammable oxygen."
The man waved the gun in her face, ignoring her words. "Move." She glared at him, determined that he wouldn't know-she was scared of him. One hand came to rest on her still heavily bandaged abdomen as she narrowed her eyes.
"I said move."
"I heard ya. What are you going to do if I stay right where I am? Shoot me and not only do you kill me you risk blowing yourself to Kingdom Come. Oxygen is flammable."
"Don't be stupid." His gun wavered slightly as he considered her words. "We breathe it in all the time."
"Yes, mixed with hydrogen, nitrogen and all the other noble gases and the elements that make up air. We breathe air not oxygen. Air only has 21% oxygen in it." She could see the man was beginning to doubt himself. "I did chemistry at college."
"Then! Then you should sit down!"
Leslie nodded, happy to do so. She could see the nurse call button dangling next to the monitor, tempting her to press it.
"And now what?"
"You tell me where Jake is. Where Sloane is."
"I dunno where Sloane is. My guess is she's with her mom." Leslie winced as she thought about the teenager who had broken all their hearts. She knew Jake had really stepped up his game when he had believed he was her father. Sighing. "And as for Jake he was here. I was sleeping. He left."
"The love of his life gets shot and he just leaves? I'm not buying it."
"Honestly? I don't care what you think ." She was exhausted. Adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins had ebbed away - draining her of what little energy she had.
"Talk!"
"I've nothing to say." Leslie sighed. "You wanna get to Jacob Doyle? You find him."
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Malachy was not a happy man. His head burned, his shoulders ached and being in a car, upside down in a ditch wasn't his idea of a good time. He groaned as his stomach lurched. He knew he needed to get out of the car as soon as possible. The smell of petrol and the sound of his son's voice brought him to his senses.
"Jake? Where are you?"
"I'm in a cab on the highway looking for you."
"No! Get back to Lesley. She needs you!" He clunked the seatbelt off. "Son? I think I've totalled the car." He sighed as he scrambled out of the door just before the car exploded.
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A/n sorry for delay , bad case writer's block.