Danny's POV
Three weeks of taking shifts at the hospital to watch over Jamie, three of stress, three weeks of tension in the family, I get into a fight with Linda almost every day now. The boys have come to think that their Uncle Jamie will never wake up; Sean still doesn't understand why everybody is always crying and yelling at each other. My dad is withdrawn; I can't be in the same room as Erin without getting into an argument with her. I just wanted my brother back.
I glare at my desk not wanting to meet anybody's eyes as tears threaten to spill.
"How's your brother?" A voice that I have come to have dreams about making sure is never used again. I look up at Joel glaring at him.
"Fine."
"Really I heard he might as well be dead already! Poop baby Jamie, tick tock, I would hate for one of those little wires to get unplugged and for little Jamie to take no more breaths, tick tock." Joel laughs as an officer leads him in cuff fresh from the hospital. I get to my feet walking over to him getting right up into his face so I could look him in those cold, heartless eyes.
"You or any of your goons come anywhere near Jamie ever again I will kill you and Jamie's doing fine actually, thanks for asking." I give him my best smile before heading back to my desk.
"A detective just threatened me and you're not going to do anything about it?" Joel asks looking up at the rest of the officers in the area.
"Things fly when you hurt one of our own." Rezulli says glaring at Joel. Joel doesn't utter another word after that.
Frank's POV
I set in the chair beside Jamie, tears in my eyes as I watch my youngest, I silently pray for Joe, Mary and Ma to do everything to get our Jamie back, I will not lose another son.
Jamie has now had 7 surgeries, he has his head newly bandaged after some internal bleeding was discovered, his left and right arm were bandaged, his entire abdomen was neatly bandaged and changed frequently, his left arm was in a sling, IVs were attached, he had a tube to help him breath, but his eyes remain closed and all I wanted was to be able to see his blue eyes again that were so much like his mother's. Jamie reminds me so much of her, the family has been a wreck sense we lost him, who would have thought that it was our Jamie that held us all together?
Please do not take my son from me.
Jamie's POV
I felt weightless; there was no pain, and no sorrow, nothing. I felt free.
"Please do not take my son." These words echo in my head, making me upset, I could hear the pain and desperation in the voice, I had to help. My heart raced as I frantically tried to reach the voice but it was so far out of reach, it was like being at the bottom of a 50 feet pit and only being able to dream of what lay beyond the light above.
It was then that I realized that where I was, was not even real, just a form of a dream or maybe a nightmare and that I couldn't even feel my toes of wiggle my fingers.
"Hey baby brother, you need to wake up…we need you back here, the boys think you're already gone, just like Joe. Jamie…please wake up, me and are desperate everything is falling apart without you." I hear Danny say his voice cracking
They think I'm going to die. But why, nothing happened. My memory then clicks Laura, Don, the gang, Joel, Santa, the bridge all of it. I couldn't breathe it was like I was drowning all over again. I gasp for air, only for a pain to shoot through me making me even more desperate for air. I couldn't breathe.
Danny's POV
It wasn't ten minutes after I arrived that suddenly Jamie's breath quickens, coughs shaking his worn body, he keeps gasping like he couldn't catch his breath. Dad runs off to get a nurse; I take Jamie's hand in mine watching in horror as his body shakes, with every cough I can just imagine the pain it was causing him.
Nurses come running in pushing me out the door. I walk out to the waiting room, feeling as if it was just some awful dream and needing to be waked up.
I don't even make it to the chair when I break, tears falling, anger and frustration filing me. My father's arms wrap around me as I sob uncontrollably. This just was not fair, why Jamie?
Jamie's POV
Finally I can feel my breath coming normally. My hearing seems to be slowly coming back for I could hear footsteps and hushed voices, a heart monitor monitoring my heart rate. But most importantly I hear two people breathing softly, sounds I grew up feeling comfortable around, I would even fall asleep to sometimes.
Feeling came next; I was greeted by pain and numbness. My chest felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, my side ached, and my heard throbbed. But in this cloud of pain I also felt warmth in my hand, knowing that it was my father.
I try to open my eyes wanting to assure him and Danny that I was ok. I try to blink but my eyelids seem to weigh a ton. It's like they are glued shut. Slowly the darkness starts to disappear. First it was just a blur and just a thin line but as my eyes opened things gained shape, I move my hand in anticipation; I hear gasp from around me. Finally my eyes are wide open. I look around slowly taking everything in.
Danny kisses my forehead, much to my surprise before taking off to find a doctor.
"Jamie." My dad says when I look over at him tears of joy in his eyes.