DISCLAIMER- This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "7th Heaven". I own no characters except for
Halo, Madison and Dr. Welsh. No money is being made from this story. Any
resemblance of a character in this story to any real person living or dead
is purely coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation
depicted in this story and any such actual organisation is purely
coincidental.
"Mom, Dad, Simon's collapsed." Matt yelled out as he ran to the limp Simon. He prayed he was all right. One minute he had been fine, the next he was on the floor, gasping for air.
"What happened?" Annie said as she ran up the stairs, shortly followed by Eric. "Oh my gosh, Eric call 911." She rushed to his side and started stroking his hair. "Everything is going to be OK. What have you taken Simon? Simon? Tell us what you took."
Simon's hand started to unfold. Matt took out a small bottle of Vicodin. He opened it up to find it empty. "Simon, did you take these? Mom, it's his medication, it's empty."
Eric rushed up the stairs. "They're on their way. Simon, Simon how are you?" Simon's eyes were now closed. He could barely breathe. His chest kept rising in short loud breaths. "Keep your eyes open Simon. Come on, talk to us." Eric tapped his face lightly.
The paramedics rushed up the stairs. As they lifted him on to the stretcher, Matt handed them the bottle, telling them he took them. Matt hopped in the ambulance with him. Annie and Eric followed closely behind in the car as he was rushed to St. Mercy hospital.
Once Simon was stable, Matt said to him. "God, Simon. What were you thinking? I thought you were getting better. How can you keep doing this too yourself? I mean, I thought Dr. Welsh was helping. What is it Simon? What do you want? You're not just hurting yourself here. You're hurting all of us. I love you Simon. And I know you know that."
"I'm Sorry. I love - you - too." Simon managed to gasp out as he took off his oxygen mask. He was almost at St. Mercy. "I don't want to die Matt."
"I don't want you to die either little man. I love you. You're not going to die. Not today." Matt leant over and wrapped his arms around Simon. Perhaps he was finally realising that he was loved. Perhaps he was getting better. Saying that he loved him had to be a good sign. He hoped.
As soon as they arrived, Simon was rushed into the emergency room. The doctors made him swallow ash, saying that hopefully it would counter act the drug. Six nurses and two doctors huddled around him. Matt and his parents sat outside the room, praying that he was all right. Matt explained to his parents what Simon had said in the ambulance and how he didn't want to die.
A tall, middle aged doctor came out of the room. From his expression, you were unable to determine whether he was the bearer of good or bad news. Annie and Eric immediately stood up. "Is he OK? Is Simon OK?" Asked a frantic Annie.
"Mom, Dad, Simon's collapsed." Matt yelled out as he ran to the limp Simon. He prayed he was all right. One minute he had been fine, the next he was on the floor, gasping for air.
"What happened?" Annie said as she ran up the stairs, shortly followed by Eric. "Oh my gosh, Eric call 911." She rushed to his side and started stroking his hair. "Everything is going to be OK. What have you taken Simon? Simon? Tell us what you took."
Simon's hand started to unfold. Matt took out a small bottle of Vicodin. He opened it up to find it empty. "Simon, did you take these? Mom, it's his medication, it's empty."
Eric rushed up the stairs. "They're on their way. Simon, Simon how are you?" Simon's eyes were now closed. He could barely breathe. His chest kept rising in short loud breaths. "Keep your eyes open Simon. Come on, talk to us." Eric tapped his face lightly.
The paramedics rushed up the stairs. As they lifted him on to the stretcher, Matt handed them the bottle, telling them he took them. Matt hopped in the ambulance with him. Annie and Eric followed closely behind in the car as he was rushed to St. Mercy hospital.
Once Simon was stable, Matt said to him. "God, Simon. What were you thinking? I thought you were getting better. How can you keep doing this too yourself? I mean, I thought Dr. Welsh was helping. What is it Simon? What do you want? You're not just hurting yourself here. You're hurting all of us. I love you Simon. And I know you know that."
"I'm Sorry. I love - you - too." Simon managed to gasp out as he took off his oxygen mask. He was almost at St. Mercy. "I don't want to die Matt."
"I don't want you to die either little man. I love you. You're not going to die. Not today." Matt leant over and wrapped his arms around Simon. Perhaps he was finally realising that he was loved. Perhaps he was getting better. Saying that he loved him had to be a good sign. He hoped.
As soon as they arrived, Simon was rushed into the emergency room. The doctors made him swallow ash, saying that hopefully it would counter act the drug. Six nurses and two doctors huddled around him. Matt and his parents sat outside the room, praying that he was all right. Matt explained to his parents what Simon had said in the ambulance and how he didn't want to die.
A tall, middle aged doctor came out of the room. From his expression, you were unable to determine whether he was the bearer of good or bad news. Annie and Eric immediately stood up. "Is he OK? Is Simon OK?" Asked a frantic Annie.