Chapter Twenty-Five: Wake Up Call-Day 101 Part. 1

(Twin's POV)

Isa's POV

"Is she still breathing?" I ask sliding into the passengers seat the same time Kate gets into the driver's seat, doors slamming simultaneously. "Is she still breathing?" I repeat not getting an answer.

"I—I think so." I hear my brother mumble from the backseat but I can't look back to face him-them.

"Mom?"

"Yes baby, she is still breathing." I hear my mother utter out in between a sniffle.

"Kate what happened?" I ask looking over to her but she doesn't say anything she just flips the gear into reverse and we go flying backward so fast I instantly regret not fastening my seat-belt but honestly that is the least of my problems at the moment. "Kate what happened? Who were those men?"

"They were bad men," she says flatly. The car suddenly slamming to a stop, her hand flicking the gear again and we're off flying down the street.

It was like a scene from the Fast and Furious movies and I would have taken an odd amount of pleasure speeding down the street, running stop signs and swerving from other cars. It would have been amazing had Bo not been in the backseat bleeding like a stuck-pig.

I look down at my hands covered in blood since it had taken all four of us to get her in the car. She wasn't that big but when dead weighting and having my mother trying to keep pressure on the wounds it became a challenge. Even for Kate, and Kate could life like a gazillion pounds—I think she is hurt. Well I know her feelings are hurt but I mean physically. I want to ask if she is okay but I don't think it's the time.

I swallow back a building sickening feeling rising as I just stare at this blood on my hands. I wasn't the skittish type. I helped mom in the lab before, I've worked on cadavers, I cut up frogs and pigs but this—this was Bo's blood—this was my mother's blood.

Did I just say mother? No—she wasn't-she was though.

I feel the sickening feeling rising and I can't breathe suddenly, I feel like my lungs are contracting. Like I was burning up—what did I do? Was this my fault?

I mean obviously I know it wasn't my fault we were kidnapped and it wasn't my fault she was hurt but—I had asked her to save Kate. I begged her to save Kate and I didn't even take a second to see if she was hurt—would I have cared if I knew? Would it have made a difference? Did I notice? Did I call her mom as a ploy? Was it manipulative—I had seen my mother do it so many times with Kate to get what she wanted I guess it could have been me using her tactic.

No—I meant it when I said it.

"Oh God," I let out as I look away from Kate just in time to throw up. Luckily I managed to get most of it on the floor—and my shoes.

"Charlotte?" I hear my mother's voice from behind me and I want to answer I do—I'm just not sure I'm done. "Baby are you okay?" she asks again and I feel one hand reach up from behind trying for my shoulder.

"I—I'm fine apply pressure." I groan out tears filling my eyes.

Maybe it was because for this whole time I felt like my mother had forgotten about me, had replaced me with Bo and the fact that she would tear her attention away from her now, even go to reach for me—proved she still loved me. Maybe it was because I couldn't help the overwhelming guilt over asking Bo for help to save Kate. Maybe it was guilt about a lot of things pertaining to Bo—maybe it was just that I threw up everywhere and tears were a natural reaction.

If only it were that simple.

"Are you okay?" Kate asks softly looking from the street as we jump a curb making a turn to me.

"Yeah—I don't know what happened."

I lie—seems fitting—my parents do it effortlessly—ALL of them.

I turn around in my seat and look at my brother. His features fear ridden and covered in tears and blood. Bo's-our mother's head in his lap.

Ethan's POV

I can feel my sister's stare on me and I want to look up to see if she is okay but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from my mother's face. She looks so peaceful—I wish she didn't look so peaceful. I want to see pain or something—something that lets me know she isn't about to say screw it, this peacefulness is far better than the bollocks I have to deal with in the real world.

I think I'm crying but I don't wipe the tears away, I just watch as they fall onto her face. Her head is in my lap, one arm over her chest holding her in place the best I can as the other gently runs over her hair. I know she looks peaceful but I wonder if she is in pain—I just want her to know she isn't alone.

There is blood everywhere. It's all over the back of the cream colored leather seats, it's all over me and mother—especially mother.

"We're almost there—get ready." I hear Kate say as we pop over another curb.

I see mother start to shift the best she can in the tight space and while still keeping pressure. I do the same and figure she is going to try and pull mom out of her side. I feel like we're in an episode of some television show, I felt like I was about to be a paramedic or a trauma surgeon and had it been anyone but a parent of mine I would have enjoyed the learning potential in this situation but all I can think is about how I don't want her to die.

We jump another curb and I look up this time seeing we are in front of the emergency entrance of the hospital wing of mother's work. To my surprise Isa jumps out leaving the door open before Kate even shifts the gear into park.

Kate gets out of the car to pull the door open on mother's side.

"Ethan baby, I need you to keep pressure so I can slip out and pull her free okay? Can you do that?"

"Y-yes." I say reaching over, my hands going over her's as she pulls them away. I feel a rush of panic course through me as I feel the blood seep into my hands and I know I have to press down harder. I worry it's going to hurt her but I also know if I don't she will bleed out. So I do what I need to do and press down harder. "Mom-" I let out my voice trembling and I feel so stupid, I was almost a man I shouldn't be scared.

"I know baby, I know." she says softly.

She and Kate grab a hold of her by the hips and pull her down out of the car enough that Kate scoops her back up into her arms, mother's hands replacing mine. I slide down the seat effortlessly just quick enough to witness them laying her atop a stretcher that Isa had run to get. Mother hops atop sitting over her legs pressing down harder as a pair of female nurses come running out beginning to take the stretcher away from Kate and Isa.

"We have a double GSW. Her pulse is thready and breathing is shallow, slowing rapidly. Stomach is distended by approximately two inches. Her body began shutting down near instantly. Blood loss is rapid and passed the first threshold. We're going to need an immediate laparotomy, a thoracotomy is not an option."

"What does that mean?" Kate asks as the three of us quickly jog behind them.

"Breath sounds are diminishing, we're gonna need to bag her." the nurse on the right says pulling her stethoscope from her ears as they rush by two double doors, another nurse running up to join them and as the doors come to a close the three of us are left standing there.

"I—I don't want her to die," I look over at Isa who steps away from Kate's touch. "I—I don't want her to die." she repeats, voice breaking.