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"I'm looking for Jesse Higgins." I told the nurse at the front desk of the Emergency/Trauma ward. I waited impatiently as she scanned a list of names. This was the third hospital I'd been to. He had to be here... it wasn't close to the Toretto's but it was the best... best equipment, nurses... he had to be here.
"I'm sorry there's no-one by that name here. Have you tried the county hospital?" she questioned politely.
"Yes!" I said with frustration... "What... what about someone with no name? He was shot... at least 5 times? Check... check your John Doe list or something." I demanded in frustration. He had to be here... I just had a feeling... Jesse and I had always shared this... whatever the fuck you wanted to call it... but I knew he had to be here.... if he wasn't... I didn't have a fucking clue what I was gonna do next.
I watched her eagle eye'd as she scoured the list with a frowning face, that otherwise... in another situation... might have been pretty... with the blonde hair escaping her severe bun whimsically... in another situation.
"We have 3 men with gun shot wounds... 2 multiple ones... would you... like to try and make an identification?" The nurse asked as I watched her put a phone to her ear. I nodded numbly and kept my hands clenched at my side as my gut fell into the bottom of my feet painfully.
I know I heard what she said into the phone but I couldn't remember it as she led me down the sterile, silent, hospital floors. we passed a room, and there was a kid about 13 lieing in bed... his face wrapped up on one side in bandages... he looked so frail... for a second I even thought it was Jesse... like somehow.. in the 2 days we'd been parted he'd shrunk, and he's hair had grown over black, and his had falling into a dull black pool of colour looking completely out of place on the boys face.
I could only mutter a prayer to anyone listening when the nurse continued past that room, into a sterile, room, with metal instruments and metal tables... metal sinks, stark white walls... and curtains drawn around what I could just tell where bodies... I just didn't know if they were alive or dead....
The nurse stopped, I knew what she was going to say when she turned those sympathetic... yet cool, eye's on me and told me to prepare myself. She pulled a curtain back, and my legs went weak and my stomach bounced... I was actually relieved... almost glad that the almost gutted man lieing on the table wasn't Jesse... I shook my head weakly... not letting any of my sign outside of a harshly let out sigh show my emotional state.
She pulled the curtain back around the man, and I felt the nasty urge to push her out of the room... to demand she take me to the next... next... John Doe... I had to see... I had to know... if Jesse wasn't here I had to look... if Dom hadn't left him... I'd know... I'd be by his side!
When I emerged from my vengeful, vindictive Dom direct thoughts... I was staring down at a blonde head... in an actual bed... he looked, peaceful, and at rest... "Is... he... dead?" I gulped down the bile swirling in my stomach, as I looked at Jesse, wanting to shake him... wake him... get him out of hospital's that he hated.
The nurse was talking... I couldn't tear my eye's from Jesse... but somewhere... I realized that I was supposed to be repling to her questions. "Ah... uh... yes... I know him... Jesse... Jesse Higgin's... that's his name... 20... no... no living relatives... except... me... yes... his brother... yeah... thanks..." I replied, as I fell heavily in a near-by chair looking at Jesse... afraid to take my eye's away from him in case he disappear, as the nurse padded out in her quiet hospital shoes.
I don't know how long I stared at him... I can't remember if I spoke to him... but the sun was rising when I finally felt a tugging in my gut. But it wasn't hunger... It was this painful need to tell Jesse how I felt in case... I couldn't think about in case... but I could tell him. I knew he could hear... he would hear... he was Jesse.
"Jess... Jesse man... It's Leon..." I worked up... just in case he wasn't sure that I had been keeping constant vigil over him... "Jess... don't go do anything stupid man... we came here together bud... sunny California... we were gonna live the high life... listen man... we came here together and we'll leave together... you get well... and we'll head down to Mexico... and we'll scoop all the cute mexican senorita's together... listen man... don't leave without me... your my brother. The best friend I ever had... I love you man..." I choked... and the tears fell.
Me. Leon, Mr-Cool-Slap-'Em-On-The-Ass-And-Smile, Reyne, crying. Crying like a baby. But shock was all that was registering... I didn't give a damn if it was shameless... or un-manly... Jesse... I never felt bad about anything I did for Jesse... like if I were to take a semi-automatic and blow out the Tran's... guilty, innocent... I couldn't care. They had put my family in ruins. My brother in a coma. I'd have done anything for Jesse right about then.
"I'm looking for Jesse Higgins." I told the nurse at the front desk of the Emergency/Trauma ward. I waited impatiently as she scanned a list of names. This was the third hospital I'd been to. He had to be here... it wasn't close to the Toretto's but it was the best... best equipment, nurses... he had to be here.
"I'm sorry there's no-one by that name here. Have you tried the county hospital?" she questioned politely.
"Yes!" I said with frustration... "What... what about someone with no name? He was shot... at least 5 times? Check... check your John Doe list or something." I demanded in frustration. He had to be here... I just had a feeling... Jesse and I had always shared this... whatever the fuck you wanted to call it... but I knew he had to be here.... if he wasn't... I didn't have a fucking clue what I was gonna do next.
I watched her eagle eye'd as she scoured the list with a frowning face, that otherwise... in another situation... might have been pretty... with the blonde hair escaping her severe bun whimsically... in another situation.
"We have 3 men with gun shot wounds... 2 multiple ones... would you... like to try and make an identification?" The nurse asked as I watched her put a phone to her ear. I nodded numbly and kept my hands clenched at my side as my gut fell into the bottom of my feet painfully.
I know I heard what she said into the phone but I couldn't remember it as she led me down the sterile, silent, hospital floors. we passed a room, and there was a kid about 13 lieing in bed... his face wrapped up on one side in bandages... he looked so frail... for a second I even thought it was Jesse... like somehow.. in the 2 days we'd been parted he'd shrunk, and he's hair had grown over black, and his had falling into a dull black pool of colour looking completely out of place on the boys face.
I could only mutter a prayer to anyone listening when the nurse continued past that room, into a sterile, room, with metal instruments and metal tables... metal sinks, stark white walls... and curtains drawn around what I could just tell where bodies... I just didn't know if they were alive or dead....
The nurse stopped, I knew what she was going to say when she turned those sympathetic... yet cool, eye's on me and told me to prepare myself. She pulled a curtain back, and my legs went weak and my stomach bounced... I was actually relieved... almost glad that the almost gutted man lieing on the table wasn't Jesse... I shook my head weakly... not letting any of my sign outside of a harshly let out sigh show my emotional state.
She pulled the curtain back around the man, and I felt the nasty urge to push her out of the room... to demand she take me to the next... next... John Doe... I had to see... I had to know... if Jesse wasn't here I had to look... if Dom hadn't left him... I'd know... I'd be by his side!
When I emerged from my vengeful, vindictive Dom direct thoughts... I was staring down at a blonde head... in an actual bed... he looked, peaceful, and at rest... "Is... he... dead?" I gulped down the bile swirling in my stomach, as I looked at Jesse, wanting to shake him... wake him... get him out of hospital's that he hated.
The nurse was talking... I couldn't tear my eye's from Jesse... but somewhere... I realized that I was supposed to be repling to her questions. "Ah... uh... yes... I know him... Jesse... Jesse Higgin's... that's his name... 20... no... no living relatives... except... me... yes... his brother... yeah... thanks..." I replied, as I fell heavily in a near-by chair looking at Jesse... afraid to take my eye's away from him in case he disappear, as the nurse padded out in her quiet hospital shoes.
I don't know how long I stared at him... I can't remember if I spoke to him... but the sun was rising when I finally felt a tugging in my gut. But it wasn't hunger... It was this painful need to tell Jesse how I felt in case... I couldn't think about in case... but I could tell him. I knew he could hear... he would hear... he was Jesse.
"Jess... Jesse man... It's Leon..." I worked up... just in case he wasn't sure that I had been keeping constant vigil over him... "Jess... don't go do anything stupid man... we came here together bud... sunny California... we were gonna live the high life... listen man... we came here together and we'll leave together... you get well... and we'll head down to Mexico... and we'll scoop all the cute mexican senorita's together... listen man... don't leave without me... your my brother. The best friend I ever had... I love you man..." I choked... and the tears fell.
Me. Leon, Mr-Cool-Slap-'Em-On-The-Ass-And-Smile, Reyne, crying. Crying like a baby. But shock was all that was registering... I didn't give a damn if it was shameless... or un-manly... Jesse... I never felt bad about anything I did for Jesse... like if I were to take a semi-automatic and blow out the Tran's... guilty, innocent... I couldn't care. They had put my family in ruins. My brother in a coma. I'd have done anything for Jesse right about then.