Hi everyone. I know it's been a while, but I'm still getting the hang of writing from other people POV's. Hope this was worth the wait. Please and review. If anyone has any advice about writing from other People POV'S please let me know. Enjoy!
Jeff's view
I sit chewing my finger nails, trying to distract myself, in the cockpit of Tracy one. I told my boys to go pack some clothes and phone their employers and tell them, they needed time off for a family emergency.
I looked at my watch and realise I've only been sitting here for 10 minutes after I packed my own clothes. I quickly go back to my nails before I allow my mind to think the worst for my baby girl.
When all my children were growing up, I always treated her differently. Marty could get away with so much more than her brothers sometimes. However I suppose a father with 5 sons and daughter would do that. Despite fighting with her brothers, she was never in any trouble, done well in school and would do anything I asked. The perfect daughter that a father would want.
I've already lost the number one woman in my life. I can't lose the second important woman in my life as well.
I slowly look up at the window and send a silent prayer to God.
"God please don't take her from me. I already buried my wife. I can't bury my daughter to."
As I say my prayer, a single tear slides down my face. I allow myself this moment to cry but I need to be strong for my sons, especially Gordon.
All of my children are close to each other, even before Lucy passed away. However Gordon and Marty, being twins, made them have a special bond that I can't describe.
Sometimes it was like magic. They could finish each other's sentences and they always knew where the other one was. They would even talk to each other first about problems instead of myself, Scott or their grandmother.
I look up to the window to see, if I can see my boys coming. I can see in the distance, five shades making their way over to Tracy one. However I am shocked at the order they are walking in.
Normally in a situation like this, Scott is always in front of the boys as he's the eldest, but today Gordon is in front of everyone else.
Even in a situation like this, I would still expect Scott in front. This is a sure sign that calm, funny Gordon is not ok.
All the boys reach Tracy one in seconds and quickly set about the task of putting away their bags and preparing to the leave the Island. Normally, I would ask little questions to make sure everything was done properly, but today, I'll just leave them to it and get away as soon as we can.
"Good to go dad." Shouts John, from the back seats.
"Ok boys. Here go." I replied, without turning around to see him. All I want to do is get to LA ASAP!
I quickly pick-up the radio to speak to Brains.
"Tracy one to Tracy Island. Requesting permission for Take-off?" I state into the radio, even though I don't need permission as it's my Island.
"R-r-o-g-g-e-r Mr. Tr-racy." Replies Brains.
"Thanks Brains, Over." I reply back and turn off the radio.
With that conversation over, I go into auto-pilot and begin to make my way over to the runway.
I sneak a quick look back at my boys and can see something strange. None of them are talking to each other.
Normally our planes rides are full of games and conversation, but today nothing.
I quickly turn back to the task of taking off my plane. Going a little faster than I should have, I get the plane up in the air within record speed and head towards the air-strip outside of LA.
"Hold on Marty. We're coming!" I say quietly to myself as another tear runs down my face.
Gordon's View
Stupid zipper! Come on!
I groan in frustration as I realise shouting at the bag, won't make it close faster. This is one of the worst days of my life.
First, my twin sister has been shot three times and now i'm trying to leave to go and see her and my stupid bag won't close.
Realising I need to calm down before I try again at zipping up the bag; I slump against my bed and let my thoughts take over.
"Marty, what happened?" I ask myself out loud.
Marty was always conscience when it came to her work and guns. She once showed me how to operate a gun. The whole time I was watching her, it felt like her life was depending on it as she was so careful in the way she handled it.
Something must have gone wrong.
If I lose Marty, a part of me would be lost also.
Me and all my siblings all have close bonds to each other. However as Marty and I are twins, we have an even stronger and special bond
When we were younger, we were glued at the hip. Everywhere one went, the other followed. If we had problems, we always went to each other first and ganged up on our brothers.
Even now when were both almost 20, were just as close. We either text or phone each other every day, and we also meet once a week for lunch or dinner to see each other.
I can't lose my best friend.
I realise I need to take a big, deep breathe realising that sitting here won't make me get to Marty faster. I go over to the bag that I tossed away and close it without a problem this time.
"Hold on Schirra. I'm coming." I say quietly to myself, hoping somehow my sister will hear.
I grab my bag and head towards the kitchen to meet my brothers. I'll probably be the last one there, like always but I don't care what my brother think right know. All I wanna do is go and see Marty.
As I near the kitchen I can hear Scott giving my other brothers a lecture.
Oh great! Another lecture.
As I near closer, I can hear my name being said in the conversation. I decide to stop and listen around the wall to eavesdrop.
"Ok guys listen. I know we're all concerned about Marty and all wanting her to be ok. However we need to help Gordon through this." Stated Scott.
What! I didn't see this coming.
"Everyone knows how close Marty and Gordon have always been. This will be affecting him slightly more than the rest of us. We need to help him if he needs it. Everyone got it? Stated Scott.
"Got it." Stated all four of my brother's voices together.
I stunned at what I've just heard. I'm the one who's always joking and not really a big softy. It's nice to hear for once that my brothers care about me and know how much I'm struggling already with what has happened to my sister.
However hearing this, makes me more determined to get going.
I straighten up and march into the kitchen, but instead of stopping I keep going straight past my brothers.
"Come on! Let's Go!" I state firmly to them and keep walking.
I try not to laugh imagining the confusion going on behind me.
I quickly make it to Tracy 1, where dad is waiting for us, closely followed by my brothers.
Once were all on board, we secure the doors and our luggage so we can take off. I'm so anxious to take off that I am resisting the urge to shout at my brothers to tell them to hurry up.
Oh God! I'm turning into Scott. What's happening to me?
I let out a small chuckle as I think of me as Scott. Wouldn't that be a hilarious idea?
As we prepare to take off, I finally feel some form of relief. I know Marty isn't completely fine, but knowing I'll be there with her is giving me some form of hope.
4 hours later
That was the longest flight EVER!
Normally me and brothers do stuff to pass the time. Sometimes we play games with each other, talk or play on portable games consoles. However today, all that the five of us done, was look at a window and stare at the view for 4 Hours.
Were now at the air strip waiting on cars coming to get us, after putting Tracy 1 away in her holder. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. No-one wants to say anything in case they hurt someone else or are too scared to speak.
As if dad has red my mind, he clears his throat to speak.
"Ok guys, we need to sort something out here." Stated dad.
This wasn't what I expected.
"I know right now we're all concerned for Marty, but look at what we know. The report said she's is stable and just needs to wake up. It's not like she's hanging on by a threat to life. When we go into that hospital, I want everyone to be optimistic and not assume the worst. Got it?" Stated dad, sharply.
"Ok." The five of us stated in unison.
This must be bad. Normally dad is so supportive to us if we need help. For him to turn around and be so sharp with us proves how stressed he is about Marty.
Before any of us can recover, our cars arrive.
Dad goes in one car with Alan and all our luggage, which is being taken to a hotel across the road from the hospital. While the rest of us go in another car.
30 Minutes Later
After yet another silent journey, the four of us climb out of the car and go to join dad, who is currently telling the drivers of the cars where our hotel is and other instructions.
As we reach dad, he turns to us, as the drivers drive off. This time he looks like he is going to cry.
"Ok boys. Remember what I said. Think positive. Come on." Stated dad.
We all nod our heads and follow dad into the reception area of the hospital.
We reach reception in record time.
"Hello could you please tell me where Miss Marty Tracy is?" Dad asks the reception lady.
"What's your connection to the patient Sir?" Replies the receptionist.
"I'm her father and these are her brothers." Stated dad.
"Ok Sir. Bear with me a moment until I find her room." Replies the receptionist.
"Thank you." States dad.
For some reason I can't help but fidget. It' must be because I'm nervous.
"I'm sorry Sir; there isn't a Miss Tracy in this hospital." States the receptionist.
What!
"Excuse me?" Asks dad, slightly confused.
"We don't have a patient by the name of Miss Tracy in this hospital." States the receptionist.
This can't be happening. The report said Cedar's Hospital was where they were treating Officer Tracy.
Wait a minute. I got an idea.
"Excuse me. The patient name might be Officer Tracy." I slowly stated to the receptionist.
Everyone gives me a look, thinking I'm crazy.
"Oh yes. Officer Tracy. The gunshot wound Officer. Is that Correct?" States the receptionist.
Yes! One point to me.
"Yes that's her." Replies dad.
"Ok Officer Tracy is being held on the Fifth floor. Once there a nurse will take you to her room." Replied the receptionist.
"Thank You." States dad.
After we hear this, we all make a rush for the elevator. Luck is on our side, as the elevator is on the same floor as us. We all pile in and are soon on our way to the Fifth floor.
This is it. Finally after 12 hours of Marty getting shot, were going to see her.
As the doors open on the fifth floor, Dad makes another mad rush for the reception area.
"Hello. We're the family of Officer Tracy. Where is her room?" States dad, in a nervous tone.
"Yes Sir. If you go to the right of that corridor it's the only private room there." Stated the nurse.
"Thanks." Stated dad.
Well, she wasn't much help. Wait til she finds out who we are.
Dad is off again in a mad rush, doing in the direction we were told, with the five of us following behind him.
Once we turn right, we see one big room, with the door open. Without hesitating we all pile in to see Marty.
When I see her I'm shocked.
She is as pale as the sheet that is covering her. There's wires all-around her. There a three huge bandages. One on her should. One on her tummy area and one on her leg.
After a moment of just staring at her, I was about to go and touch her hand, before a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"All of you get out!" Stated a very angry voice.
The six of us turned around to see a young woman standing the hospital doorway.
"Please get out!" Stated the young woman again.
I don't think so.!
To be continued
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