"Damn it." The noise outside was mostly indistinguishable, but one stood out. The steady hiss of air streaming into the decontamination fold of the isolation tenting. "They shot through the outer layer." Woody made a move to insure that the small door between the actual field and the outside was sealed.
"How long's that going to hold?" Danny asked quietly, letting his head roll towards Woody.
"I don't know Rambo, an hour or so." Woody quipped, moving over towards his wife, before looking back a the hazy windows. He flinched with the second gun shot, instinctively covering Jordan with his shoulder. Danny studied the isolation barrier.
"It's okay." He muttered.
"It's fine, you know what? Let it in. Maybe a seizure would speed up these contractions." Jordan muttered.
"No no no.. you just keep him in there." Woody ordered.
"It's been over twenty four hours Woody, the risk of infection is getting higher by the second. He could be septic. Have you ever seen a baby in septic shock Woody? It's not pretty."
"Jordan I-. Wait." He looked at her incredulously. "'Speed up these contractions.' What contractions Jordan?"
His wife bit her lip.
"How far apart?"
"Ten minutes or so."
"Ten minutes?!"
"Or so."
"Damn it Jordan!"
"You were tied up!" She shouted. "And Danny's a little busy bleeding to death over there and-!" She stopped suddenly, her chin dropping to her chest with a gasp. Woody's mind flashed back to the last time he'd seen her do that. "Ow."
"Are they bad?"
"Well they don't feel good!" She ground out through clenched teeth. He glanced at his watch, until she pulled his hand away twining her fingers with his.
"Okay.. Okay.." He looked at her face. "Don't hold your breath Jordan." He reminded, before shooting a glance at Danny. "Help me out here will ya?"
McCoy shook his head before painfully moving himself towards them.
"Next time you guys come to Boston save me the invite and just drop me a post card." He growled, helping Woody ease her to the ground.
Hoyt glanced at the leak in the decontamination chamber of containment field trying to gage his time. The smoke was starting to clear a little, he could see shadows moving outside. Jordan tugged at his hand and he let his gaze fall back on her.
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"What the hell happened?" Matt Seely yelled as the Hazmat team started bringing people out of the building and dragging them towards triage.
"We have injuries." One of the Swat officers reported. "Six gas related and one gunshot wound. They're taking them to Boston General now, Sir."
"Oh my God." Amy VJ muttered as she recognized her husbands form being loaded onto a waiting ambulance. She dropped the file she'd been holding and broke into a run.
"Where are my parents?" Drew Hoyt asked pushing past the adults who'd formed a circle around them.
"Wait. Who was shot?" Garret Macy asked putting his hand up to Drew.
"The FBI informant Sir."
"No." Renee hung her head for a moment. "Is it life threatening?"
"It's hard to tell Ma'am, with the gas and all." The man said honestly.
"I don't mean any disrespect but where are my people?" Ed Deline said flatly.
"They're in the isolation room Sir." The officer reported. "The CN is still at a dangerous level. They're better off in there until the building has been cleared."
"That could take hours." Garrett muttered. "Tell me you at least got EMT's in there."
"I'm sorry Sir." The man shook his head at Garret. "A bullet penetrated the decontamination fold, Sir. No one can go safely in or out."
"Damn it!" Seely yelled, shaking his head a few times before looking up at the faces waiting for his orders. He looked at his partner. "Chris, get on the phone with anyone who was in that damn building and knows what's going on. I want someone suited up and standing as close to Woody and Jordan as humanly possible."
"Let me go." Nigel appeared from no where, wet towel draped around his neck and still pouring bottled water in his red eyes. "I'm fine suite me up."
"Fine, Nige go. I need to know what's going on. I want to talk to someone who knows how long that contamination field can hold and I want to know exactly what the risks are to Jordan and the baby. Both with short term extensive exposure and long term minimal exposure. Macy find out what's in that room and what's it going to do when exposed to CN." Matt looked at the Montecito crowd. "You guys hold tight."
"They had to put a tube in her throat." Ellie whispered softly from Ed's shoulder. "When they sprayed for bugs.." She looked up at Garrett Macy with her wide eyes. "She couldn't breath."
"We're going to take care of your Mom, Ellie. I promise."
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Nigel Townsend had been remarkably unaffected by his few moments of exposure to the CN. Few would know it was from his time in Her Majesty's Royal Army, and at the moment, know one would care.
He'd sent his wife off begrudgingly to the hospital, but he himself had donned the protective garb and was now standing outside of trace. Watching and waiting.
"Aaah! Here-. I have to-!" Jordan panted out a strew of disjointed gasping words. "Woody!"
"Push Jordan." Was all he replied, his voice eerily calm. McCoy moved his body to offer her more support, steadying her with his good shoulder.
"Good Girl, that's it." He whispered, looking quickly at Woody.
"Okay Baby one more." Hoyt cupped his free hand around her knee. She dug her fingernails into his wrist and moaned at him. "You can do this." He told her calmly. "Last time ever, I promise."
He pulled his hand from her leg, when she clamped onto his shoulder and screamed.
Then there was Ben.
"Give me the stuff." Woody ordered sticking his hand out to Danny who moved back from Jordan and collected the hemostats and scissors. Woody moved quickly, separating the baby from his mother before cleaning out his mouth and nose, rubbing him gently. "Come on.. Come on.."
"He's not breathing." Jordan painted, leaning back into Danny. McCoy cried out in pain when she hit his shoulder before he eased her to the ground., covering her with the blanket from the medkit. She tired to sit back up again but he held her in place.
"Hold still Jordan. Hold still." McCoy scooted towards Hoyt. Woody was still frantically stimulating the baby.
"He's not breathing." He told Danny. His partner took the infant, jiggling him onto his bad arm, crying out in pain again.
"Help Jordan." He ordered, clenching his teeth and taking too quick breaths before starting CPR on the baby.
"Woody-." Jordan started to rise again.
"Stay down." He whispered running his hands across her clammy face. "It's okay."
"He's not breathing."
"Danny's taking care of him."
"Let them in." She craned her head frantically to the sealed door flap.
"No."
"Woody! Damn it forget about me the baby needs-!"
"What's the gas going to do to a premature infant in respiratory distress Jordan?"
"Let Nigel come in!" She begged.
"What can he do that Danny can't?" Woody asked in anguish. "Hold still Jordan. You have to stay calm." Hoyt could see the small mist of gas that was starting to make it's way into the room. His heart beat quickened, as he griped Jordan's hand and turned back to Danny.
"Woody.." Danny whispered turning his head slightly, still working on the baby. "I need you to do this."
"What?" He looked up from his wife, rolling her over onto her side slowly.
"I.. I've lost a lot of blood…" He muttered breathlessly his chest compressions becoming less controlled. "I.. I'm gonna.."
Woody moved from his spot and snached the baby from his partner. McCoy leaned forward on his good arm. Woody gave the baby a breath before studying Danny's dark shirt as little blood drops beaded through and onto the floor.
"Nige!" Woody yelled pulling his shirt up over his mouth and tucking Ben inside of it. "Get us the hell out of here!"
Nigel busted through the decontamination field with the Emt's just as Danny McCoy thudded to the ground, right before Jordan's body started quaking.
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"They're coming out!" Matt yelled, holding up his walkie-talkie. Delinda McCoy made her way towards the waiting ambulances with the detective in tow. Ed Deline grabbed Drew Hoyt and shook his head, never releasing his grip on the boys sister.
"Wait here."
"No." Drew muttered pulling his body away from his grandfather.
Garrett Macy was jogging towards the area when the first paramedic appeared straddling the stretcher in a mad attempt to resuscitate the tiny infant.
"Any respiratory effort?" Garret asked jumping in with them as they loaded the ambulance.
"None Dr. Macy." One of the men told him as he tried to shut the door.
"I'm going." Drew Hoyt narrowed his mothers eyes at Garrett Macy, pointing his index finger at the baby. "I go where he goes."
The retired CME nodded, pulling the boy into the rig as the doors shut.
The next team came barreling from the building.
"He's in shock!" The EMT yelled to the waiting ambulance. "Through and through gunshot wound to the left shoulder. He's lost a lot of blood, we need to give O- now."
"Danny.." Delinda pushed her way to him.
"Ma'am please stand-." The driver began.
"I'm going." She told him dismissively as McCoy's shaky hand reached out towards her.
Ed Deline watched the ambulance close around his daughter and son in law, looking back towards the doors expectantly, feeling Ellie's grip tighten.
When it opened again all hell was breaking loose.
"I need Phenobarbital!" Nigel Townsend's yell proceeded the scene that followed. Woody ran along one side of the stretcher and an EMT the other. Nigel startled it, a knee on each side of each hip, holding the oxygen mask firmly to her face. "Phenobarb now!"
"That doesn't work." Ellie Hoyt whispered quietly, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It didn't work before."
"Ellie, they're going to help your mom-." Lily began slowly, Mary scowled.
"Wait.. Ed.. Wait.." She raised her hand towards Lily to stop her. "She's right."
"What?"
"She didn't respond to Phenobarb last time."
"NIGE!" Lily ran off to tell him, Ed Deline looked up to see the ME waving frantically towards the little girl. Ed took her by the hand and pulled her towards the other man with Mary in tow.
"Ellie.. Do you remember what they gave your mom before to stop the seizure?" Nigel looked gently at the little girl, trying hide his urgent tone.
"She was only seven." Ed Deline shook his head frantically.
"Ed she was there the entire time they were treating her in the ER." Mary told them quickly. "She remembers things. She-. Ellie?"
"Eleanora do you remember?" Woody took one hand off his wife and cupped his daughters chin, pulling her frozen gaze off of her mother. "Come on Ellie.. you can do this.."
The little girl turned her head to the tall Brit.
"Vicky.. Vecky.." Ellie's lips shook
"Vecuronium." Nigel said firmly holding the little girls eyes while she nodded.
"Good Girl!" Woody smiled at his daughter pulling her to his chest and kissing her forehead. "I love you, Eleanora." He whispered in her ear. "Stay with Aunt Mary."
She didn't watch them load her mother into the bus, she'd already turned her head into Mary's chest and started to sob.