Disclaimer: I'm really sorry about not updating, it's just no one gave me a review, so it puts me off updating a hell of a lot. My other stories are doing well, so I mostly concentrate on them :s so sorry. Here's the next chapter

Mike's p.o.v

"NOOOOOOOO!" the shriek of terror stopped Mike dead in his tracks, only to twist around to look back towards the person who screamed out in what seemed like pain. What he saw when he bolted around the corner, where most of his work colleagues stood near the three ambulances ready for Darcy and the four boys who made up the band Big Time Rush, his blood literally froze in his veins, his legs almost collapsing underneath him to send him crashing to the floor if his stubbornness and professional attitude refused to allow his knees to buckle

James Diamond, one of the boys that had been kidnapped along with his band mates, was kneeling on the floor sobbing hard and loudly, bent over a body that he had clutched in his arms, rocking them back and forth while he sobbed. It took Mike a whole second to recognise the body James was hunched over, a whole second that Mike really could have used to dash towards James and look at the state of his daughter because she was the one who was looking pale. He missed his body running towards James, miss how he tried to lightly coax James to let Darcy's body go by soothing him that someone was coming. He soon jumped out of his skin when his body turned to scream that they needed a paramedic

"James, its okay. Someone's coming" Mike tried to pry James' fingers from around Darcy's clothing, his knuckles white with strain, but no matter how much Mike tugged one by one at his fingers, he couldn't get them to budge. James continued to rock back and forth, holding Darcy's unconscious body close to his chest, ripping the fabric even more when someone lightly touched James' shoulder. He jerked away from the touch as if he was burnt, trying to crawl away from everyone, dragging Darcy's body with him, the hazel eyes were blank and glazed over like a china dolls

"Don't hurt my sister" James spat in a vicious voice, twisting his body just enough so that he was shielding Darcy away from everyone to protect her, his eyes still glazed over. Mike's whole body froze, not in terror of how James spat the words, but in fear of what James said. Memories that Mike tucked away in his mind were trying to make a come back, he shook his head to try to get rid of the memories, blinking back the tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, that wouldn't have looked professional

"What's your name, young man?" Simon spoke, standing next to Mike but never approaching James any more than necessary. The woman that had touched James' shoulder had moved back, and now that people were starting to talk to James his eyes seemed to start to clear up a hell of a lot, he kept blinking furiously, his mouth opening and closing

"I-I'm so sorry" James muttered, loosening his hands around Darcy's clothing but never enough for her to crash to the floor and make whatever injuries she had worse. Now that Darcy's face was not smushed to James' chest, Mike could see the injuries. Her face was bruised, the bruises were a horrid colour, a mixture of purple and dark blue mostly over her cheeks and jaw line. Blood, not fresh but dried because the colour was a darker shade, it coated the whole left side of her face, Mike kept his emotions buried underneath a mask, because if he showed any sort of fear while Darcy was getting looked over, then James could snap easily. The paramedic looking over Darcy drew her hand back violently when there was a small groan of pain, and Darcy started to shift on the floor by James' knees

"Darcy sweetheart?" the paramedic spoke sweetly, making sure that she was the one in Darcy's field of vision, smiling in a confident manner as Darcy's grey eyes squeezed shut for a moment in pain, a small groan that was hoarse escaped from her mouth. She blinked a couple of times

"Where does it hurt Darcy?" Mike spoke for the paramedic as she searched inside her bag, pulling out various items from the bag, but really, Mike was not paying attention to anything except Darcy, who was now collected into a hug with James, her head buried onto his chest. Another memory tried to break past, succeeding

Darcy had only been two years old when she had an accident, being thrown across the room, only to smash into the glass table that was centered in the middle of the room. Her small body had hit the glass hard, smashing it instantly, and now she lay in the shattered shards, some of the pieces glistening red from Darcy's blood. It had not been Mike that had held her as the glass pieces were taken out of her body by a paramedic, but by a blurred figure in Mike's mind. The figure was older than Darcy, a seven year old blur held Darcy close to their chest as she sobbed in broken sentences telling the person that it hurt. They whispered sweet nothings into her ear, rocking her back and forth

"Mike? We're taking Darcy to the hospital" Simon, his best friend and team mate, shook him gently by his shoulders and waking him up from the memory, the only bad thing was how horribly blurred the person's figure and face was, especially the face. Mike honestly thought that it would be him that was holding Darcy as she cried, but it wasn't, he was witnessing the moment happening, watching it through his own eyes

"Y-Yeah I'm coming" Mike whispered, because it was the only thing that he could manage, his throat was seizing up rapidly as a paramedic suddenly pulled their hands back when Darcy hissed in pain, holding her side at her ribs and having a face that was twisted in pain. No matter how many tries everyone took to remove Darcy's hand, she only fisted her shirt with the pain

"Darcy" James coaxed "we need to see what's causing you so much pain" James grabbed her wrist to try to pry her fingers away from her already ripped black tank top, but the sharp inhale from James caused everyone to gather around Darcy in fear. Mike's legs almost gave out from underneath him

Darcy's whole hand was covered in blood from when she removed her hand from around her side near her ribs. Suddenly, without warning, Darcy started to cough violently, her whole body shaking as she doubled over, her hand cupped around her mouth until she stopped. James rubbed her back, something that Mike was meant to do, he clasped his hand in Darcy's, but instantly his mouth contorted in a look of horror that made his tan face grow pale

"H-Help!" James suddenly screamed in despair as Darcy's body toppled over, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her palm, splattered in blood, lay boneless on the floor

At the hospital Mike was told to sit down and wait until a doctor told him what was wrong, but he couldn't wait for a reply, he desperately needed to know what condition his daughter was in. Any news would have been good to him, anything to hell him of the trouble Darcy was in. He stared at the white walls, letting his body relax into the stone like chair that faced reception, where a young woman sat behind the desk filing her nails, a bored expression on her face as she scraped her nails. People were frantically running about the place ever since James, Kendall and Logan came into the hospital, checking up on them to check for injuries. They all were pushed in a different direction into a room by a nurse smiling at them in a comforting way, neither of the boys fought against them. While the other three boys were getting checked up, Carlos was being wheeled inside the operating room with a mask over his face however, he was still unconscious, dead to the world. The front of his shirt, which had not been changed because of the emergency, was stained a breathtaking, horribly red colour all the way to half way past his chest. Mike watched the nurses crowd over the bed Carlos was in, checking his vitals and giving a doctor a small nod to indicate that he was ready

"It must have been how Darcy felt while I was in the hospital before all this shit happened" Mike thought, crossing his arms and sinking into the chair with a scowl on his face, his lips out in a childlike pout. Logan was the first one to walk out of the room, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, twisting around back inside the room to thank the doctor. When he turned back to Mike, he seemed to freeze on the spot as soon as their eyes met, Logan's face going impossibly paler

"H-Hello M-Mr Black" Logan stuttered, still rubbing the back of his neck as he settled into a chair next to Mike, trying to rest against it but his body was too rigid, to wooden as he shuffled back

"You don't need to be so nervous around me Logan, I won't hurt you" Mike tried to sooth Logan beside him, watching as the younger boy started to twirl his thumbs together in a circle, staring at them while he did it. His shoulders were to his ear lobes, but the door swung open as James came out of the room next to Logan's, a small, fake smile, which even Mike noticed, was plastered on his face. He tried to appear cocky as he waved heart-heartily at both of them, but Mike noticed the hard shaking of his hands as they were outstretched away from his body, the panicked look deep inside his hazel eyes. Those hazel eyes captured Mike's attention, and as James and Logan spoke, Mike's eyes couldn't tear away. They were never as evil looking as Jacob's, whose dead body was found inside the building with a single gun shot to the chest-unlucky bastard- but it still held a memory of when Mike found out that Darcy was getting abused by the bastard

"S-Stop, p-please" were the words Mike heard as he turned the doorknob to his house, shrieked almost as a scream from someone he never wanted to hear anything like that from in his entire life, Darcy. When he flung open the door, the whole room was trashed. The table had been broken, the legs of the table scattered across the room, some part of it had some specks of blood where it must have been used to hit someone over the head and cast to the other side of the room, long forgotten. There was a shriek of terror again that had Mike's heart plummet past his feet and out of his body, it made him move quickly though, bolting into the kitchen and seeing the state it was in.

Most of the dishes that had been inside the rack were smashed to the floor, pieces of the precious plates were scattered. But the thing that made Mike's blood run cold was the small figure curled up against the cabinets, their legs to their chest and their arms lifted to cover their head. It was Darcy

"You stupid bitch!" Jacob cried in anger, striking Darcy in the face to make her head snap back against the wood behind her. She made no move to fight back, instead she flinched back and tried to become part of the wood behind her. Those grey eyes were filled with a large amount of inhumane fear that reflected back into Mike's heart, it literally almost filled himself with the fear his daughter was feeling. At that moment, Mike almost flashed back to another time where Darcy showed that much fear in her grey eyes, or any emotion for that matter

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter!" Mike sneered before Jacob could swing his fist at Darcy again, instead the pathetic boy turned so fast on his heels that he almost lost his balance. There was no amount of fear or fright in his hazel eyes, he looked smug at being found being abusive

"Hello, Mr Black" Jacob spoke smugly, flashing a smile that was meant to make him seem innocent, instead it made him angry

He had never been so angry in his life, or at anyone. The red mist had coated his vision, compacted it so tightly that it had been impossible to shake it from his vision so he couldn't see what he was doing. He had almost killed Jacob that day, almost beaten him so hard that he would have died from his injuries because of Mike. It had been lucky that he managed to stop himself, to control the anger that he had built up for so long, especially after the murder of someone very close to him

He couldn't forget that day

"Mr Black? Are you okay?" James' voice woke Mike from his daydream luckily enough, but he still felt hollow inside, like nothing, except knowing that his daughter was alright, would fill that hole. He only nodded numbly, never meeting anyone's eyes until he knew that the tears blurring his vision disappeared

"I'm fine thank you James" Mike spoke, watching as another door opened and a doctor stood out of the room, a clipboard tight in their hands tightly, their knuckles white with strain

"Is there a guardian around?" the doctor asked, holding a clipboard in his hand ready to use

"I am" Mike stood up to present himself to the doctor. He gave Mike a glance, shifting the clipboard to another hand to push his glasses further up his face, buying himself some time

"Logan is okay, only malnourished, the same as James. They just need a good feeding for a few days and they should be fine. James has some nasty cuts on his back, but a few months of putting this" the doctor pulled out a small tube out of his pocket, simply handing it to Mike to look over. 'Apply twice a day' it read on the length of the tube "and they should heal without any scars"

"Thank you" James replied for Mike, taking the tube from Mike's hand to look at it himself. James twisted it in his fingers, giving in a long look. Mike noticed that Kendall had yet to make an appearance, and the doctor must have noticed

"Kendall Knight will be kept in the hospital for precaution. He has broken ribs, so I suggest not lifting anything heavy or doing anything strenuous when he is released. Make sure that you make sure he keeps taking deep breaths. Also, Kendall has some..." the doctor broke off his sentence to glance behind him, where Kendall sat in the bed in the room. It was like they were communicating telepathically, because Kendall nodded towards the doctor to allow him to continue "Kendall has some nasty burns on both sides of his body, I do not know what caused them, but they could scar because nothing was done to stop it. He will need to apply some cream to the burns, however, he was not as lucky as James" the doctor paused again to look at Kendall, and Mike found himself doing the same. Kendall's face was stone-like, showing no emotions in neither his face nor his eyes, but he looked alone sitting in the bed, fiddling with his fingers

"Is there anything else?" Mike asked, hoping that some information would be given about his daughter

"Your...Brother Carlos is in surgery to remove the bullet in his abdomen. It's a simple surgery and shouldn't be too complicated. He has lost quite a bit of blood because he was left with no one to help his situation" Logan and James all flinched at the harsh tone the doctor gave off, as if he has physically hit them. Mike opened his mouth to object against them not helping Carlos when he needed it, but there wasn't a chance

"We couldn't help him" Logan spoke out of the blue, startling everyone. Logan was the one that was always in the shadows, keeping quiet and silent to listen to things being said. It must have been how the doctor was talking about them that made Logan speak out "the guy who shot Carlos refused anyone to approach him, threatening that if we approached, he, and these are his words not mine, 'I won't be so kind with where I aim'" Logan's tone turned dark, as if he had become the person that had shot Carlos. Mike saw that James backed away from Logan for a moment, taking tiny steps away from him

"Can I speak to a Mr Black please?" another doctor, female this time, shattered the doctors sentence before it even begun. Mike twisted the upper half of his body to look at the doctor, wondering why it was him that she wanted to talk to

"I'm Mr Black" Mike spoke in a puzzled tone, raising his eyebrows as the doctors, Mrs. Smith as it read on the tag, tried to beacon him into another room, a friendly smile on her face. But Mike didn't move, didn't even flinch at her attempts to shift him

"This information regards your daughter, Mr Black" Mrs Smith spoke in a troubled tone, her eyes suddenly going dark with sadness. Even though his heart pulled, he still didn't move "I would rather speak in private about her...situation" Mrs Smith whispered the last part like it was a deadly secret, but it seemed quite loud in the silent room, or was that just Mike?

"The boys" Mike gestured to James and Logan behind him with a arch movement of his arm "deserve to know what my daughters situation is. They were involved in the kidnapping" Mrs Smith continued to try to beacon him into the room

"Sir please, I would rather speak in private. I understand the situation the boys have been in, bu-" Mrs Smith didn't finish her sentence, because Mike had walked away to sit, rather softly, into a seat facing Kendall's room

"If you won't speak about Darcy's condition here, where everyone else can hear. Then I don't want to hear it" Mike crossed his arms over his chest, tipping his head and looking like a spoilt brat in posture. James walked into his field of vision, about to explain that it was okay about him finding out the information about Darcy first. Mike knew that it was going to be the first thing that came out of his mouth before it even started

"Mr Black-" that's as far as James got, because Mike lifted his hand up, palm forwards, to silence him. His green eyes looked at Mrs Smith standing there with her mouth open like a fish out of water, shocked and repulsed that Mike had reacted like a child. But this was not fair that he find out the information about Darcy, when James was the one that had to deal with her lying unconscious on the floor

"Please, just tell us everything" Mike pleased. Mrs Smith sighed

"Darcy..." Mrs Smith started, but was interupted by another doctor, one that was wiping their hands with an already bloody towel

"Hello, I'm Mr Carter" he began "I was doing surgery on a Mr Garcia. The surgery was successful, we got the bullet out, and are currently taking him back to his room. He lost a lot of blood, so we are giving him blood and nutrients to get his strength up" pulling down the mask, Mr Carter gave them all a brilliant smile, teeth and all "he's in room 219 if you wish to see him. However, he is still unconscious, so please do not wake him" Mr Carter left them. Mike knew that the boys would bolt out of the hallway to find Carlos, so when he turned around to Mrs Smith to ask her again about Darcy, he was suprised to find them both, James and Logan, still standing there, waiting. Mike's mouth fell open with shock

"Darcy has gone into surgery to repair the damage lung she sustained. It was damaged at the bottom, and there was a lot of blood inside her lungs. I was suprised to find that she did not immediately start coughing up blood until the very last moment. She also broken four ribs, her shoulder was dislocated and put back wrong, so we had to set that" Mrs Smith looked at the chart, clicking her tongue "she has a serious concussion" Mrs Smith's finger ran along the paper, her eyes darkening the longer her eyes stayed on the page

"How is she?" James asked in a timid voice, running his fingers through his hair as Mrs Smith didn't even glance up at the question

"She's still in surgery" Mrs Smith's voice was hoarse, as if she was scared about giving the answer "she lost a lot of blood, and her injuries are serious. Some have gotten infected, and she's battling for her life at the moment. We are not sure if she will even make it through the surgery, let alone the night with her injuries. I'm so sorry" the metal clipboard snapped shut with a harsh 'clack' Mrs Smith's eyes looked wet as tears threatened to leak from her eyes as she looked at Mike. She knew the situaton Darcy had been in before, being abused by Jacob before she came here

"Oh god" a voice cried out in fright beside Mike, but his vision was darkening, filling in as he stared at one part of the wall. Terror gripped him tightly, holding his heart, stopping it from beating as his body became numb. He couldn't pull in enough air to please his lungs, they cried out with the fiery pain that blossomed in his ribs, but he ignored it, taking short, sharp gasps of breath as panic settled over him

Voices screamed at him to breathe

But Mike ignored them all, collapsing to the floor moments later

His vision blackening to nothing