Just wait for me, will you? He breathed in, trying hard to ignore the piercing pain in his lungs. I will. A sudden cramp went through his chest. He breathed out. Someone was talking… In. Out. I will get you alright again. But when? How long? Jamie felt his father´s hand on his own. He had been there for a while now. You won´t die, I promise you. - Oh yeah? Challenge me! His breathing stopped once again, but the CPAP forced him to continue once again. The glowing pain in his head remained, as well as the fire in his chest. Where are you, Danny? – Just wait for me. – I will.
It seemed as if Jamie wouldn´t breath on his own at all, the machines were doing all the work. Frank could only watch his youngest slowly dying in front of him, with him unable to do anything against it. Suddenly, the door bursted open. Danny stormed inside, a box in his hands. "Doctor!", he called out. Doctor Brook came around the bed and Danny pushed the box into his arms. "Inside this there is a vaccine against the bacillus. It will kill the rest of the bacteria." Doctor Brook seemed doubtful. "A vaccine is a chance, but no guarantee, Detective." "I know, but without it, there is not even a chance. Without this, he will die for sure." Danny took a seat in a chair next to Frank. He grimly looked at his brother, who was lying there without any life sign. "His lung is dying off. We have to try it."
Danny, Frank, Erin, Baez, Henry and Eddie were sitting in the waiting room. It was now two hours since the doctors had given Jamie the vaccine. They had asked them to leave, and now they were waiting with hope and fear. An hour ago, Henry had arrived and joined them, sipping on his fifth coffee of the day. Linda was dropping by every now and then, trying to get any information. When Doctor Brook appeared, they jumped up. "How is he?", Danny asked urgent. The other man checked his clipboard. "Well, Officer Reagan had been given the vaccine, as you know. As a result, the bacteria died off, which was a huge step, as they proved earlier to be antibioticaresistent. We made another blood test to find out they had gone, but after a MRT we could examine the damage they had done. It is comparable with the consequences of an untreated pneumonia: His lung had suffered severe harm, he is unable to breath on his own." Danny gazed at the doctor in horror. "What does this mean?", he asked. Doctor Brook hesitated. "That means, if Officer Reagan can´t get a lung transplantation within the next twelve hours, he will die for sure."