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I~ Sorry I took so long, I was stuck on part, but thanks to Josie's help, I was able to finish the scene, and the chapter!
Don't forget to reply when you've read this chapter! I love replies! Oh, and more thanks to my beta reader, Amanda, who is finally back, and reminding me about writing, so you can all thank her for any future updates to my fics! ~ /I
Salvation
By Jules
Chapter 2
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Brady pulled up in front of the Lockhart's house, he spotted a glowing light in Mimi's bedroom window; so he knew that she was home.
He jumped out of the jeep, and strode up to the house, ready to demand some answers.
Brady pounded at the door, but got no answer. He couldn't yell, because the neighbors would probably call the cops, and he had no desire to deal with the police right now. He looked around, and when he was confident no one was looking, pulled out his lock pick kit (which he had for just such occasions, and when he often locked himself out . . .).
A few moments later, he had the door open. He softly closed it behind him, wondering why on earth Mimi's parents hadn't woken from his hammering. Then he remembered Belle having said something about them being out of town.
I'Good./I' He thought, I'That means Mimi and I can talk without being disturbed. She used to be so compassionate. The girl I knew would never have done anything like this . . .'/I
He calmly went up the staircase, and noticed the flickering light coming from an open doorway.
"Mimi, it's Brady. We have to talk." He announced loudly, coming down the hallway.
He got no answered, he presumed her to be asleep as a result, but a little thing like her sleeping that wasn't going to stop him. Brady Black was going to get his answers, tonight.
He took two strides within the doorway and froze. The room was filled with tall, fiery candles, and Mimi lay on her bed in the most- Iamazing/I dress- he'd ever seen in his life.
She looked so beautiful he was dumbstruck. He couldn't understand why he hadn't seen how attractive she was before. The flames danced, and she looked so peaceful, so innocent, and unbelievably desirable. But his heart constricted, and a deep cold enveloped his being when he noticed the multiple -open and very empty- pill bottles on the ground near Mimi's bed.
"Meems . . ." He called out louder, rushing to her bedside, and kneeling beside it. That was when he noticed the pale shade of her skin.
He caressed her cheek, "Mimi, wake up."
No response, "MIMI, wake up! It's Brady, Mimi, I need you to wake up."
He still got no response. He checked for a pulse, it was weak, and growing fainter. He noticed the note on her dresser. He just read the first sentence, and he grabbed Mimi's phone and dialed 911.
I"Hello, 911 emergency. What is the nature of your call?"/I
"I think my friend tried to commit suicide. She won't wake up, there's empty pill bottles around the bed, and a suicide note."
I"An ambulance is on its way. Does your friend have a pulse?"/I
"Yes, but it's very weak, and it's growing weaker and . . ." Brady noticed that the slight movement of her chest stopped, "NO! MIMI! I have to go! She stopped breathing!"
Brady dropped the phone and began to do assisted breathing on the fading girl. I[Paramedic term for basically breathing for the victim, used when the victim is not breathing, yet still has a pulse, using CPR on a victim with a pulse can cause more damage than good]/I
A few minutes later, the ambulance screeched to a halt outside the Lockhart home, and two paramedics rushed into the house and towards the sound of Brady's calling voice whom had heard them arrive.
With in a few moments, they'd taken over CPR, gotten Mimi on the stretcher, and had gathered the empty pill bottles. Brady grabbed the note, and rode along with them in the ambulance, after lying and telling them that he was her boyfriend.
Mimi's heart had stopped once on the way to the hospital, Brady thought he was going to die right then and there too, but the paramedic was able to bring her back. On the way to the hospital, Brady read her note.
He was shocked by what it said. Mimi loved him! His heart pounded faster at the thought. Brady had known Mimi forever; he'd known she had a crush on him, but love . . . . It killed him that she didn't think that she deserved him, or her friends. He knew that Mimi deserved more then anyone had ever given her, especially him.
He shoved the note back into his pocket, when they reached the emergency entrance and ran in after the gurney.
The paramedics rushed in as the doctors came to the gurney, demanding the details of her condition as they hurried through the trauma room's doors, leaving Brady forlorn and fearful in the hall.
Brady just felt so helpless, and he longed for control of the situation. He dropped down in a chair, elbows on his knees, head hanging listlessly down. Why hadn't anybody noticed Mimi's plain downward spiral? How could they have let it get this bad. His sister, Shawn, and Philip hadn't even noticed anything was wrong when Mimi was homeless. There had to have been signs, Mimi wasn't that great of an actress, and she was horrible at keeping secrets.
Just like there had been hints this time. Brady had just been so caught up in his obsession with Chloe; he had overlooked many of the signs that Mimi had been trying to give them. How had he missed the change in her? He'd known her since they both were practically toddlers. God, why hadn't he caught on that she was struggling before she tried to take her own life?
Brady ran his hand through his hair, sighed, and stood up. He had to call everyone and get them there. He knew that Mimi would most likely not want to see any of them if she even lived and woke up. But they all loved her, and he wanted her to see that. Besides, they would all kill him if he didn't tell them that their friend had done this, and he'd found her.
He went outside, since cell phones were not permitted to be used inside, and began making the calls. He only told everyone that something had happened to Mimi, and that they had to get to the hospital right away. He never went into detail with any of them, promising he'd explain more once they got there. Brady knew this wasn't the type of thing he could tell them over the phone.
It took awhile to make all the calls, and Brady went back inside just in time to see orderlies and doctors wheeling Mimi's gurney to an elevator.
"Where are they taking her?" He quickly demanded of the doctor he saw coming tiredly out of the trauma room.
"Up to ICU, she's in pretty bad shape." The resident looked at the obviously saddened young man sympathetically, "Family member can visit once they've got her all settled in. And another doctor will explain everything to you once you get up there."
"Thanks . . . um, her friends and my family will be showing up soon. I need to tell them where I am, but . . ."
"Go, I'll tell them where you are." The resident promised.
"Thanks, my names Brady Black, most of them will be teenagers, and will be either dressed up for a dance, or look like they just threw on some clothes."
"Got it. Now go, see your wife."
Brady didn't bother to correct him as he ran for the elevators. Brady arrived in the ICU unit quickly, and soon saw one of the doctor's who had been hurrying along side Mimi's gurney when it left the trauma room, leaving one of the private rooms.
"Is that Mimi's room?"
"Teenage suicide attempt, correct?" The frazzled doctor questioned.
Brady nodded his head.
"Yeah, are you a member of the family?"
"I'm her boyfriend." Brady quickly improvised, "Her family is away for the weekend, and I don't know how to contact them. How is she?"
"Well, it's too soon to tell. She took a lot of pills. Some of them were quite serious prescriptions, and the combinations she took were quite volatile with each other. A doctor would never prescribe them together because of the effects they will have on the patient. We're lucky she'd left the bottles nearby, they helped us identify the drugs in her system. Even so, it's touch and go. And if she ever wakes up, we're not sure what kind of damage, besides psychological, we may be looking at." The doctor took in Brady's stricken features, "I'm so sorry sir. Frankly, only time will tell."
Brady nodded his understanding, unable to speak, and went over to the window of Mimi's room, and gazed at her inert form. He couldn't believe how tiny and frail she looked, surrounded by so many machines, monitoring her heart, pumping oxygen into her body, there were wires and tubes all over the place.
He stood there and stared through the window at Mimi, debating whether to question if he could go in or not.
Before he had a chance, everyone came streaming in. The Brady family, the Blacks, , Shawn and Belle were hand and hand, still dressed for the dance. Philip came with them, minus his jacket.
"Brady, what's happened? Why are we in the ICU?" Belle demanded, Brady could read the terror all over her face.
"What happened to Mimi, Brady?" Shawn asked. Brady saw Philip coming up behind them.
"You better sit down," he said.
"I don't want to sit down I want to know what happened to my best friend!" Belle shrieked, knowing it had to be bad, Brady hadn't even taken his eyes off of Mimi.
"We need to sit down before I tell you," now turning his attention to them.
"Come on Belle, there's chairs over there," Shawn directed, knowing that they will probably need to be sitting when Brady told them what happen.
They all walk to the chairs and sit down, Belle didn't hesitant and immediately demanded her answers, "What happened to my best friend tonight Brady? Why is she in ICU? Did she have a bad accident? What's wrong with her?"
"Belle, there was a bad combination of pills in her system, Mimi slipped into a coma from toxic shock. Her heart stopped twice on the table. She's breathing on her own, but they have her on pure oxygen." Brady explained.
The doctor came up from behind Brady, and repeated his earlier answer, "It's touch and go. A lot of it depends upon her. But the chances of her waking up are low, and they get lower the longer she's in the coma."
"Oh dear God no!" Belle cried out, collapsing against Shawn.
Philip cashed down into a chair in shock.
"Mimi was very lucky you came along when you did Mr. Black. .If you hadn't found her when you did, she would most probably be dead right now. A minute more or longer and she wouldn't even have a chance of recovering without serious brain damage. I just want to warn you all, if Mimi ever does wake up. She may very likely be resentful of Brady for saving her." The doctor advised.
"What do you mean?" Philip questioned.
"She was very determined to kill herself, his arrival prevented the completion of her endeavor."
"WHAT?!" Philip jumped back up.
Shawn and Belle were frozen in shock, as were the rest of the Brady and Black families.
"Mimi tried to kill herself?" John Black questioned, trying to process the idea of his little girl's best friend actually attempting such a feat.
"Oh my, I though her boyfriend had told you."
Brady mouthed 'Go with it.' From behind the doctor's back to the families.
"No, my Uncle didn't have a chance to tell us." Philip explained, "We had just gotten here when you came up."
"Why? I didn't think she was this bad . . . ." Shawn trailed off.
"Brady how could she do this? Why? . . . ." Philip broke off his questions as well
Belle was in so much shock she couldn't speak, she could just cry.
"She couldn't get over the guilt of what she did at the last blast dance and her fear of losing all of you to Chloe was too much to her. She felt that she was never good enough to be our friends and when we started spending more time with Chloe and zero time with her, that's when she realized that we knew that she was beneath her . . . ."
"That's a lie! We never thought she was beneath us!" Philip cried out angrily.
"Philip," cutting him off, "this is what Mimi believed to be true, she felt like a charity case and was always screwing up so she knew she couldn't deal with what she did and all the people that she hurt, all the people that she loved, she couldn't live with it." Brady got choked up thinking about it, "She thought we would be better off without her . . . ."
Belle was pale and trembling, leaning against Shawn in support. The arms he had wrapped around her were the only things keeping her off the floor. Shawn's head was bowed, the guilt he felt for not noticing that Mimi had been in trouble, ate at his heart. How could he have missed that something was wrong?
Philip leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He blamed himself for being so wrapped up in Chloe. He hadn't ever noticed that his friend had obviously been needing him more than ever.
The three teens were silent, caught up in the remorse that weighed heavily upon their souls. One of their best friends, a girl they'd known since they were little, had tried to kill herself. They had all been so preoccupied with their selves they all had missed that Mimi was having difficulty, again. None of them had hung out with her much as of late. Belle and Shawn, Philip and Chloe, they had become their own 'couple world'. Brady was obsessed with Chloe, and was Belle's brother, so he'd been semi involved. Mimi didn't have that safety net of an in like being a sibling. They had all begun to take her for granted. Belle couldn't remember the last time she and Mimi had engaged in a gabfest together.
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I~ Sorry I took so long, I was stuck on part, but thanks to Josie's help, I was able to finish the scene, and the chapter!
Don't forget to reply when you've read this chapter! I love replies! Oh, and more thanks to my beta reader, Amanda, who is finally back, and reminding me about writing, so you can all thank her for any future updates to my fics! ~ /I
Salvation
By Jules
Chapter 2
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Brady pulled up in front of the Lockhart's house, he spotted a glowing light in Mimi's bedroom window; so he knew that she was home.
He jumped out of the jeep, and strode up to the house, ready to demand some answers.
Brady pounded at the door, but got no answer. He couldn't yell, because the neighbors would probably call the cops, and he had no desire to deal with the police right now. He looked around, and when he was confident no one was looking, pulled out his lock pick kit (which he had for just such occasions, and when he often locked himself out . . .).
A few moments later, he had the door open. He softly closed it behind him, wondering why on earth Mimi's parents hadn't woken from his hammering. Then he remembered Belle having said something about them being out of town.
I'Good./I' He thought, I'That means Mimi and I can talk without being disturbed. She used to be so compassionate. The girl I knew would never have done anything like this . . .'/I
He calmly went up the staircase, and noticed the flickering light coming from an open doorway.
"Mimi, it's Brady. We have to talk." He announced loudly, coming down the hallway.
He got no answered, he presumed her to be asleep as a result, but a little thing like her sleeping that wasn't going to stop him. Brady Black was going to get his answers, tonight.
He took two strides within the doorway and froze. The room was filled with tall, fiery candles, and Mimi lay on her bed in the most- Iamazing/I dress- he'd ever seen in his life.
She looked so beautiful he was dumbstruck. He couldn't understand why he hadn't seen how attractive she was before. The flames danced, and she looked so peaceful, so innocent, and unbelievably desirable. But his heart constricted, and a deep cold enveloped his being when he noticed the multiple -open and very empty- pill bottles on the ground near Mimi's bed.
"Meems . . ." He called out louder, rushing to her bedside, and kneeling beside it. That was when he noticed the pale shade of her skin.
He caressed her cheek, "Mimi, wake up."
No response, "MIMI, wake up! It's Brady, Mimi, I need you to wake up."
He still got no response. He checked for a pulse, it was weak, and growing fainter. He noticed the note on her dresser. He just read the first sentence, and he grabbed Mimi's phone and dialed 911.
I"Hello, 911 emergency. What is the nature of your call?"/I
"I think my friend tried to commit suicide. She won't wake up, there's empty pill bottles around the bed, and a suicide note."
I"An ambulance is on its way. Does your friend have a pulse?"/I
"Yes, but it's very weak, and it's growing weaker and . . ." Brady noticed that the slight movement of her chest stopped, "NO! MIMI! I have to go! She stopped breathing!"
Brady dropped the phone and began to do assisted breathing on the fading girl. I[Paramedic term for basically breathing for the victim, used when the victim is not breathing, yet still has a pulse, using CPR on a victim with a pulse can cause more damage than good]/I
A few minutes later, the ambulance screeched to a halt outside the Lockhart home, and two paramedics rushed into the house and towards the sound of Brady's calling voice whom had heard them arrive.
With in a few moments, they'd taken over CPR, gotten Mimi on the stretcher, and had gathered the empty pill bottles. Brady grabbed the note, and rode along with them in the ambulance, after lying and telling them that he was her boyfriend.
Mimi's heart had stopped once on the way to the hospital, Brady thought he was going to die right then and there too, but the paramedic was able to bring her back. On the way to the hospital, Brady read her note.
He was shocked by what it said. Mimi loved him! His heart pounded faster at the thought. Brady had known Mimi forever; he'd known she had a crush on him, but love . . . . It killed him that she didn't think that she deserved him, or her friends. He knew that Mimi deserved more then anyone had ever given her, especially him.
He shoved the note back into his pocket, when they reached the emergency entrance and ran in after the gurney.
The paramedics rushed in as the doctors came to the gurney, demanding the details of her condition as they hurried through the trauma room's doors, leaving Brady forlorn and fearful in the hall.
Brady just felt so helpless, and he longed for control of the situation. He dropped down in a chair, elbows on his knees, head hanging listlessly down. Why hadn't anybody noticed Mimi's plain downward spiral? How could they have let it get this bad. His sister, Shawn, and Philip hadn't even noticed anything was wrong when Mimi was homeless. There had to have been signs, Mimi wasn't that great of an actress, and she was horrible at keeping secrets.
Just like there had been hints this time. Brady had just been so caught up in his obsession with Chloe; he had overlooked many of the signs that Mimi had been trying to give them. How had he missed the change in her? He'd known her since they both were practically toddlers. God, why hadn't he caught on that she was struggling before she tried to take her own life?
Brady ran his hand through his hair, sighed, and stood up. He had to call everyone and get them there. He knew that Mimi would most likely not want to see any of them if she even lived and woke up. But they all loved her, and he wanted her to see that. Besides, they would all kill him if he didn't tell them that their friend had done this, and he'd found her.
He went outside, since cell phones were not permitted to be used inside, and began making the calls. He only told everyone that something had happened to Mimi, and that they had to get to the hospital right away. He never went into detail with any of them, promising he'd explain more once they got there. Brady knew this wasn't the type of thing he could tell them over the phone.
It took awhile to make all the calls, and Brady went back inside just in time to see orderlies and doctors wheeling Mimi's gurney to an elevator.
"Where are they taking her?" He quickly demanded of the doctor he saw coming tiredly out of the trauma room.
"Up to ICU, she's in pretty bad shape." The resident looked at the obviously saddened young man sympathetically, "Family member can visit once they've got her all settled in. And another doctor will explain everything to you once you get up there."
"Thanks . . . um, her friends and my family will be showing up soon. I need to tell them where I am, but . . ."
"Go, I'll tell them where you are." The resident promised.
"Thanks, my names Brady Black, most of them will be teenagers, and will be either dressed up for a dance, or look like they just threw on some clothes."
"Got it. Now go, see your wife."
Brady didn't bother to correct him as he ran for the elevators. Brady arrived in the ICU unit quickly, and soon saw one of the doctor's who had been hurrying along side Mimi's gurney when it left the trauma room, leaving one of the private rooms.
"Is that Mimi's room?"
"Teenage suicide attempt, correct?" The frazzled doctor questioned.
Brady nodded his head.
"Yeah, are you a member of the family?"
"I'm her boyfriend." Brady quickly improvised, "Her family is away for the weekend, and I don't know how to contact them. How is she?"
"Well, it's too soon to tell. She took a lot of pills. Some of them were quite serious prescriptions, and the combinations she took were quite volatile with each other. A doctor would never prescribe them together because of the effects they will have on the patient. We're lucky she'd left the bottles nearby, they helped us identify the drugs in her system. Even so, it's touch and go. And if she ever wakes up, we're not sure what kind of damage, besides psychological, we may be looking at." The doctor took in Brady's stricken features, "I'm so sorry sir. Frankly, only time will tell."
Brady nodded his understanding, unable to speak, and went over to the window of Mimi's room, and gazed at her inert form. He couldn't believe how tiny and frail she looked, surrounded by so many machines, monitoring her heart, pumping oxygen into her body, there were wires and tubes all over the place.
He stood there and stared through the window at Mimi, debating whether to question if he could go in or not.
Before he had a chance, everyone came streaming in. The Brady family, the Blacks, , Shawn and Belle were hand and hand, still dressed for the dance. Philip came with them, minus his jacket.
"Brady, what's happened? Why are we in the ICU?" Belle demanded, Brady could read the terror all over her face.
"What happened to Mimi, Brady?" Shawn asked. Brady saw Philip coming up behind them.
"You better sit down," he said.
"I don't want to sit down I want to know what happened to my best friend!" Belle shrieked, knowing it had to be bad, Brady hadn't even taken his eyes off of Mimi.
"We need to sit down before I tell you," now turning his attention to them.
"Come on Belle, there's chairs over there," Shawn directed, knowing that they will probably need to be sitting when Brady told them what happen.
They all walk to the chairs and sit down, Belle didn't hesitant and immediately demanded her answers, "What happened to my best friend tonight Brady? Why is she in ICU? Did she have a bad accident? What's wrong with her?"
"Belle, there was a bad combination of pills in her system, Mimi slipped into a coma from toxic shock. Her heart stopped twice on the table. She's breathing on her own, but they have her on pure oxygen." Brady explained.
The doctor came up from behind Brady, and repeated his earlier answer, "It's touch and go. A lot of it depends upon her. But the chances of her waking up are low, and they get lower the longer she's in the coma."
"Oh dear God no!" Belle cried out, collapsing against Shawn.
Philip cashed down into a chair in shock.
"Mimi was very lucky you came along when you did Mr. Black. .If you hadn't found her when you did, she would most probably be dead right now. A minute more or longer and she wouldn't even have a chance of recovering without serious brain damage. I just want to warn you all, if Mimi ever does wake up. She may very likely be resentful of Brady for saving her." The doctor advised.
"What do you mean?" Philip questioned.
"She was very determined to kill herself, his arrival prevented the completion of her endeavor."
"WHAT?!" Philip jumped back up.
Shawn and Belle were frozen in shock, as were the rest of the Brady and Black families.
"Mimi tried to kill herself?" John Black questioned, trying to process the idea of his little girl's best friend actually attempting such a feat.
"Oh my, I though her boyfriend had told you."
Brady mouthed 'Go with it.' From behind the doctor's back to the families.
"No, my Uncle didn't have a chance to tell us." Philip explained, "We had just gotten here when you came up."
"Why? I didn't think she was this bad . . . ." Shawn trailed off.
"Brady how could she do this? Why? . . . ." Philip broke off his questions as well
Belle was in so much shock she couldn't speak, she could just cry.
"She couldn't get over the guilt of what she did at the last blast dance and her fear of losing all of you to Chloe was too much to her. She felt that she was never good enough to be our friends and when we started spending more time with Chloe and zero time with her, that's when she realized that we knew that she was beneath her . . . ."
"That's a lie! We never thought she was beneath us!" Philip cried out angrily.
"Philip," cutting him off, "this is what Mimi believed to be true, she felt like a charity case and was always screwing up so she knew she couldn't deal with what she did and all the people that she hurt, all the people that she loved, she couldn't live with it." Brady got choked up thinking about it, "She thought we would be better off without her . . . ."
Belle was pale and trembling, leaning against Shawn in support. The arms he had wrapped around her were the only things keeping her off the floor. Shawn's head was bowed, the guilt he felt for not noticing that Mimi had been in trouble, ate at his heart. How could he have missed that something was wrong?
Philip leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He blamed himself for being so wrapped up in Chloe. He hadn't ever noticed that his friend had obviously been needing him more than ever.
The three teens were silent, caught up in the remorse that weighed heavily upon their souls. One of their best friends, a girl they'd known since they were little, had tried to kill herself. They had all been so preoccupied with their selves they all had missed that Mimi was having difficulty, again. None of them had hung out with her much as of late. Belle and Shawn, Philip and Chloe, they had become their own 'couple world'. Brady was obsessed with Chloe, and was Belle's brother, so he'd been semi involved. Mimi didn't have that safety net of an in like being a sibling. They had all begun to take her for granted. Belle couldn't remember the last time she and Mimi had engaged in a gabfest together.
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