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Far From Home P6
All of the men in the room looked up at the ceiling before looking back to each other before looking back up at the ceiling again.
"What the hell man?" Mike asked quietly.
"Maybe it's the pipes" Nick said.
"WALKING AROUND?" Mike shouted back.
"Hey, don't yell at me man. It was just a suggestion as to what it could be. This house is old, and you never know" Nick explained.
"Brock?" Paul called.
The bigger man looked over to his boss.
"Myself, Joe and you are going to go up and see if there's someone up stairs. The rest of you stay put. Colby..." Paul called to the younger man who looked over to him.
"Keep him awake" he said pointing to Jon who looked like was going to fall asleep at any moment.
"We might need to get out of here double time and we can't risk him being passed out" he added.
"Boys?" Paul called over his shoulder as he walked over to the door and opened it.
Joe looked back to Jon and Colby before following Brock and Paul out of the room.
Colby swallowed deeply.
This whole situation sucked ass!
He looked down to Jon and noticed his eyes had closed.
"Woah...Jon…hey Jon" he said lightly tapping his friends face.
"Open your eyes man, c'mon" he said tapping him again, a little harder this time.
With a groan, Jon came too and looked up at Colby, his eyes glazed over.
"Hey, you need to stay awake ok?" Colby said ruffling his friend's sweaty hair.
"Colby" Heyman called a few seconds after.
Colby turned to look at him.
Heyman didn't speak, he simply pointed to the spot on the floor next to Jon.
When Colby looked down, he saw a small pool of blood forming beneath him.
"Oh shit" he whispered.
"No wonder you can't keep your eyes open…you're bleeding out" he added worriedly.
He pulled his friend up and leaned him back onto himself for support before slowly lifting his damaged arm.
He pulled up Jon's t-shirt to look at the wound and found that the bandages were soaked through with blood.
"Dammit" he muttered before lowering Jon's arm back down, a strangled moan emanating from the injured man.
Upstairs, Paul, Joe and Brock wondered the hallways in search of the footsteps they had all heard.
"What do you think it was?" Joe asked his boss.
"I don't know. I mean, we looked in every room. There was no one up here" Paul said, confused as to where the noise had come from.
"Usually I'd say you were hearing things, but the fact that we all heard it; it can't be nothing" he said as they continued their journey down the corridor.
Brock was vigilantly looking from his left to his right as they walked.
As they neared the end of one hallway, he saw movement from inside one of the rooms to his right.
He tapped both men on the backs to gain their attention before nodding towards the room.
They all turned and slowly made their way inside.
It looked the same as all of the other rooms.
Dark, dirty and old.
As they looked around, they found no one inside.
"I thought you saw something" Paul asked Brock as he turned to face him.
"I did" the bigger man replied.
"It looked like someone walked past the door" he told them.
"Wait a minute" Joe said as he stepped back into the hall and began to count the doors.
"When we were up here earlier, this door was locked" Joe told them as he walked back into the room.
"Well no one's forced it open. Look. The door frames still in one piece and we would have heard someone breaking it down from downstairs" Brock told them.
They all looked at each other confused.
If there was no one there, then who the hell did they hear walking around? And what had Brock seen?
The trio of men continued their search of upstairs but came up with nothing.
"Got dammit" Paul muttered under his breath, getting more and more agitated.
"We should have just stayed on the coach" he said aloud.
Once coming to a dead end, they turned around and decided to make their way back to the library.
"How's he doing?" Windham asked Colby before bending down to get a closer look at Jon.
"Not good" the smaller man said worriedly.
"He's bleeding...bad" he told him.
"I've got an idea...but you won't like it" Randy said walking over to them.
"Why...what is it?" Colby asked, desperate for any help at this point.
"He's gonna go into shock if he keeps bleeding like that. Not to mention he won't make it if he bleeds to death. We need to cauterize the wound" Randy explained.
Colby didn't like the idea, not one bit, but he knew it was probably the only way to save his friend.
He nodded a confirmation, so Randy and Windham left to go to the pantry to find something metal they could heat up.
Colby called over to Claudio and asked him to check Jon's jeans pockets for his lighter.
The man nodded and crouched down to begin his search.
Eventually, he found the item in Jon's back pocket.
Colby released a breath he'd been holding as gently stroked his now unconscious friend's hair back off of his sweating face.
"This is the one time I won't scold you for smoking" he said into his friends ear.
After a few minutes of silence, Paul, Joe and Brock walked back into the room.
They explained that they had found nothing and no one upstairs.
It was then that Paul looked around and noticed people missing.
"Where's Randy and Windham?" he asked.
"They went to find something metal" Colby told them.
"For what?" Paul asked confused.
"To cauterize Jon's wound before he bleeds to death" Randy said as he and Windham walked back into the room.
"He's got more blood on the floor then in him at the moment" he added grimly.
Paul walked over to where Colby had Jon leaning against him and asked to see the wound.
Colby slowly and carefully pulled his friends t-shirt up, revealing the still oozing wound.
"Jesus" Paul sighed lowly as he saw the extent of the injuries a second time.
Joe walked over to his friends and knelt down next to them.
"Is this a good idea?" he asked Colby.
"It's either this or he's gonna bleed out. I don't really see any other option right now" Colby told him sadly.
Randy began to clean a silver spoon that he'd found in the pantry with the rain water he'd collected before walking over to where Jon was still leaning against Colby.
He got the younger man to gently lift his injured friends arm before pulling up the man's blood soaked t-shirt.
Randy used the rest of the rain water to clean the wound once he'd taken the blood soaked bandages off.
Claudio handed him Jon's lighter and Randy took a deep breath as began to heat it up from underneath.
"You're gonna have to hold him down and keep him quiet" Randy told Joe and Colby.
"If there is someone here walking around, we don't want them hearing him and finding where we are. I'm gonna warn you, it's not gonna be pretty" he explained.
Joe swapped places with Colby and pulled Jon back against his chest.
He wrapped one of his arms around his friend's waist holding his injured arm out of the way, his other hand, he reluctantly placed over his friend's mouth to hold in any noise he may make.
Jon, who was still unconscious, didn't give any indication what so ever that he was being held still and silenced.
Colby carefully sat on his friends legs and held the man's uninjured arm tightly so that he couldn't lash out, which he knew his friend would undoubtably try to do.
He shot a terrified glance to Joe as he watched Randy come closer with the lighter and now glowing red hot spoon.
"Ok…um…hold him...tight" Randy told them as he placed a hand on Jon's chest and pushed down to help keep him in place.
He swallowed deeply and then held the spoon over the wound.
"Ok, here we go" he said quietly as pushed the spoon down as hard as he could.
He flinched as the sound of sizzling flesh sounded throughout the room.
As soon as the heated object touched him, Jon's back arched as his eyes flew open at the contact of the heat on his wound.
A desperate scream ripped itself from his mouth underneath Joe's hand.
The look of pure agony and confusion in his eyes forced Joe to look away.
"I'm sorry man…I'm so sorry" Randy said, trying to sooth the Ohioan.
Jon began to try and kick his legs, trying franticly to move away from the pain.
Colby used all of his weight to try and keep his friend still, but the man was so desperately trying to get away that he was actually bucking Colby off of his legs.
Brock quickly walked over before kneeling and grabbing the ankles of the thrashing man's legs, successfully helping to pin him down.
"Shhh…it's ok…you're ok" Colby said desperately, trying anything to help calm his agonised friend.
"Sorry man, but I have to do this again" Randy said as he began to reheat the spoon.
"It's not done yet?" Joe asked frantically.
"No" was Randy's short reply.
Colby could see that this was hurting Randy just as much as his friend.
He didn't like being the reason behind someone's blinding pain.
Once Randy had reheated the spoon for the second time, he nodded, and all of the men tightened their grip on the injured man.
Just like the first time, Jon's muffled scream ran through the room.
Brock had to look away as he caught the look of pure agony on the man's face, not liking it one bit.
Tears flowed freely from Jon's eyes as he tried to breathe through the pain.
Finally, after an agonising few minutes, Randy had successfully managed to stop the bleeding.
He gave a small nod before he stood up and walked over to the desk in the centre of the room.
He chucked the spoon onto its hard surface before placing his palms flat against the desk top and leaning forward, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as he did so.
He hated having to inflict that much pain on a friend; even if it was to save his life.
Paul walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his back.
"You did good kid" he told him proudly.
"I know that must have been horrific to do, but it's what he needed" he added, trying in some way to ease the man's guilt.
Randy gave a small nod as he continued to try and calm his pounding heart.
Joe looked down at Jon and saw that he had passed out from the pain.
He was grudgingly relieved that he had.
The man would hopefully stop feeling the agony that he'd just been forced to endure while he was out cold.
Colby gently squeezed Jon's hand before standing up and putting his hands in his head as he began walking around, exhaling loudly as he tried to release the tension that was suffocating him.
Brock sighed as he gave Jon a pat on the leg before going back to stand with Heyman.
Windham shook his head as he wiped a hand down his face.
He would never forget what he had just seen as long as he lived.
The sounds of Jon's muffled, agonised screaming had Bryan wishing he could suddenly go deaf; anything to stop hearing it over and over again in his head.
The smell of burnt flesh still lingered the air and it made Randy want to vomit.
"You ok?" Paul asked him.
Randy gave a weak nod before turning and sitting on the floor, his back resting against the leg of the desk.
The shock of the situation was starting to hit him, and it was overloading his body and mind.
"Maybe we should move Jon to the couch, give him a blanket to keep him warm" Windham said aloud.
"He's shaking" he added, pointing to Jon's quivering body.
Shock had definitely set in.
Joe gently picked his friend up and carried him to the couch.
After laying him down as painlessly as he could, he covered him with a blanket and sat on the floor next to him, kindly wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
The only sound in the room, was the loud booms of thunder from outside and the mixed breathing of the men that occupied it.
"What do we do now?" Mike questioned worriedly.
The room remained silent, as no one had an answer.
To be continued…
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