Why, hello again! Just as a warning, this chapter is kind of fast. So… yeah. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Here's thanks for reviewers:
Daniel Wesley Rydell: Here's more! I'm glad you still like it! This isn't one of my better chapters, but I hope you still like it!
Britt-Angel: Thanks! I'm so glad you liked the Indiana Jones part!! It's one of what I call "Random Thoughts of Angela"! lol
Doc-Dm: lol. Yeah, I guess it was kind of a big cliffie! ^_^ But it's all answered in this chapter!
DMFAN: All your answers will be answered in this chapter. ^_^ You kind of have to read it carefully to find out who shot Dane. I didn't come out and say it, but it is subtly put in there! ;) Tell me if you find out who it was! ^_^
Mellon-nin: Alas, your review made me laugh much, even though I was there when you typed it! I am quite glad I didn't get THOSE points, for I don't need any more of those!!! lol yes, the commas were wonderful, weren't they? ^_^
StrangePenguin: I'm so glad you liked the Indiana Jones part!! I wasn't sure what people would think of that, but everyone seemed to like it! Well, they didn't say anything bad about it anyway! lol I'm also glad that you like the father-son relationship. I tried to make it believable based on the episodes with Dane. I'm so excited you like my story so much!!! ^_^ *hugs* I hope you like this chapter as well!
Chapter 7
"Dad!" Jesse cried out, dropping to his knees as his father fell to the floor. He quickly pushed his dad out of the doorway, but couldn't get away fast enough himself. Just before he was safe, a single shot ripped into his upper ankle, causing him to cry out. After he regained his composure, he painfully scooted to his fallen dad.
"Dad," Jesse whispered, fearing the worst.
"Jess…" Dane painfully whispered back.
"Just try to relax, okay Dad?" Jesse said, kicking into "doctor mode" regardless of the burning pain in his shoulder and ankle. Getting closer, he began to examine the gun wound. Tearing the bloodstained shirt open single-handedly (think about it), Jesse was relieved when he found that the wound was closer to his collarbone than his heart.
Although the wound wasn't deathly serious yet, Jesse still had to stop the bleeding. He began to take off his scrubs shirt as easily as possible, revealing the white shirt underneath. Although he tried not to, the fabric brushed against his still hurting shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain. Balling it up, he pressed it against the wound.
"C'mon, Dad. You gotta keep talking to me, okay?" Jesse pleaded as a few stray tears crept down his face.
"Okay," Dane whispered. "Did you… get shot?"
"Yeah, but it's not too bad."
"Liar." Dane said with a slight grin. "Everyone knows… doctors are… the worst… patients." Jesse couldn't help but smile at his father's truthful comment. He then looked towards the door with a frown. Gently, he took his father's arm and pressed his hand to Jesse's shirt on his chest. Once he was satisfied that his father was going to put enough pressure on the wound, he started inching towards the door.
"Jesse…" Dane whispered with worry for his son but Jesse held up his hand to silence him. Carefully, he poked his head out to check out the situation. Luckily for him, their captors weren't looking. But that's about where their luck ran out. The fire was only about 2 feet from the door, and there was no help in sight. Jesse had to pull his head back inside because of the intensity of the heat. They weren't going to get out that way. Looking around the warehouse, Jesse couldn't see any other door. They were in trouble now.
"Dad?" Jesse said, crawling back towards his dad. "We're going to have to move to the other side of the warehouse, okay?" Dane nodded slightly. Jesse knelt at Dane's feet an arm's length away. Carefully, he pulled him along the concrete by his father's ankles. Scooting back on his knees, he repeated the process. That is how they painstakingly made their way across the warehouse. By the time they got to the other end, Jesse was breathing heavily and the pain in his ankle made his vision blur. When he looked back at the door, his heart sank. The fire had gone inside the warehouse, and was burning everything in its path.
"How close?" Dane whispered.
"Not too bad." Jesse replied shortly, not wanting to worry his dad.
"Really."
"It's close." Jesse said, looking into Dane's eyes. Worry reflected in both men's eyes. "There has to be another way out!" Jesse exclaimed, his worry turning into anger. He began to franticly look around the warehouse for any way to escape. A change in the shadows caught his attention. "I'll be right back…" he murmured. Painfully he limped towards the right side of the warehouse. As he came near it, his hope rose. Running his hand on the wall, he found that it was actually a garage door. As quickly as he could, Jesse limped back.
"I've found a garage door," he stated, trying to keep his voice down. A pained smile fell across Dane's face. "I'm going to have to pull you over there again." Jesse tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He wasn't sure if he would be able to drag his father across the floor another time. But looking at the fire that was much closer than before, he knew he had no choice. Slowly, he gently pulled Dane towards the garage door, stopping after every pull to catch his breath.
"Leave… me," Dane whispered, his eyes pleading his son to obey.
"I can't," Jesse said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I won't enjoy spending Father's Day with you if you're underground." He tried to smile, but didn't have the strength to do so. Instead, he continued pulling his father along. Although it was taking longer than pulling his father from the door, the fire wasn't moving any slower. It was only ten feet away and gaining fast. No matter how much strength Jesse put into pulling his father, he knew he wouldn't be able to get out in time.
"Leave… me," Dane demanded again.
"No, dad!" Jesse said "We're either getting out of this both alive, or we're both going to die trying." Jesse kept painfully dragging his father across the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the garage door. Quickly, he searched for something to break the door with and settled on a metal box. Jesse then wasted no time in pounding the door, hoping his captors had already left thinking they were dead. Looking behind him, he saw that the fire was less than eight feet away. That caused him to hit the door even harder. Finally, the door started to splinter and crack. Lost in his job, it took a while for Jesse to hear the voice yelling at him. Confused, he stopped pounding the door.
"Jesse? Jesse, is that you?" a muffled voice said from behind the door.
"Steve?" Jesse could only dare to hope.
"Jesse, get down." Steve instructed. Jesse lay on the ground next to his dad. A tiny explosive went off over their heads, breaking the door much quicker than Jesse had.
"Jess!" Steve said franticly, looking for his friend through the hole the LAPD had created.
"Steve!" Jesse said. "The fire's only a few feet away, we gotta get my dad out of here! He's been shot." he explained quickly. Steve nodded and kicked the door so that the hole was large enough and low enough to pass Dane through. Kneeling, Steve lifted Dane up from under the shoulders and dragged him to the outside, Jesse following close behind.
"Let's go," Jesse said, limping towards the mob of police cars and ambulances.
"Jesse!" he heard, and turned towards Mark and Amanda running towards him. When they reached him, Amanda embraced him tightly, causing him to wince.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. What happened?" Amanda asked in a rush, looking him over with a trained eye.
"You've been shot." Mark said, more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but it's not that bad." Jesse said, not convincing either of them as he started to slightly waver on his feet.
"C'mon, let's get you to Community General." Amanda said, leading him towards the cars. Jesse only took a few steps when he collapsed against Amanda.
"Okay, maybe it's worse than I thought," Jesse admitted wincing as the adrenaline wore off. Mark allowed himself to chuckle softly as the three made their way to the awaiting ambulance. Mark and Amanda helped Jesse sit on the edge of the ambulance as Mark inspected Jesse's ankle and Amanda inspected his shoulder.
"Well, Jess, it's broken all right." He said with a sigh. "Let's get you to Community General."
"Wait," Jesse said, searching the crowd. "Where's my dad?"
"He left in an ambulance a few minutes ago. The paramedics said he'll be fine." Steve said, walking up towards the group.
"Now can we go?" Mark asked, raising his eyebrows. Jesse nodded. He had had enough excitement for one day. As gently as they could, Mark and Amanda pulled Jesse into the ambulance as Steve jumped in after them.
"Lets go!" he yelled at the driver as his father and Amanda continued to fuss over Jesse.
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No cliffie, sorry! lol Okay, this is where I really need feed-back. I want to know if you guys want to have a sequel or just to tie everything up in this story. Granted, it will take a while for the sequel to come out, but I will work hard at it if you guys want one! So, please, tell me! Thanks so much!! ^_^
Daniel Wesley Rydell: Here's more! I'm glad you still like it! This isn't one of my better chapters, but I hope you still like it!
Britt-Angel: Thanks! I'm so glad you liked the Indiana Jones part!! It's one of what I call "Random Thoughts of Angela"! lol
Doc-Dm: lol. Yeah, I guess it was kind of a big cliffie! ^_^ But it's all answered in this chapter!
DMFAN: All your answers will be answered in this chapter. ^_^ You kind of have to read it carefully to find out who shot Dane. I didn't come out and say it, but it is subtly put in there! ;) Tell me if you find out who it was! ^_^
Mellon-nin: Alas, your review made me laugh much, even though I was there when you typed it! I am quite glad I didn't get THOSE points, for I don't need any more of those!!! lol yes, the commas were wonderful, weren't they? ^_^
StrangePenguin: I'm so glad you liked the Indiana Jones part!! I wasn't sure what people would think of that, but everyone seemed to like it! Well, they didn't say anything bad about it anyway! lol I'm also glad that you like the father-son relationship. I tried to make it believable based on the episodes with Dane. I'm so excited you like my story so much!!! ^_^ *hugs* I hope you like this chapter as well!
Chapter 7
"Dad!" Jesse cried out, dropping to his knees as his father fell to the floor. He quickly pushed his dad out of the doorway, but couldn't get away fast enough himself. Just before he was safe, a single shot ripped into his upper ankle, causing him to cry out. After he regained his composure, he painfully scooted to his fallen dad.
"Dad," Jesse whispered, fearing the worst.
"Jess…" Dane painfully whispered back.
"Just try to relax, okay Dad?" Jesse said, kicking into "doctor mode" regardless of the burning pain in his shoulder and ankle. Getting closer, he began to examine the gun wound. Tearing the bloodstained shirt open single-handedly (think about it), Jesse was relieved when he found that the wound was closer to his collarbone than his heart.
Although the wound wasn't deathly serious yet, Jesse still had to stop the bleeding. He began to take off his scrubs shirt as easily as possible, revealing the white shirt underneath. Although he tried not to, the fabric brushed against his still hurting shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain. Balling it up, he pressed it against the wound.
"C'mon, Dad. You gotta keep talking to me, okay?" Jesse pleaded as a few stray tears crept down his face.
"Okay," Dane whispered. "Did you… get shot?"
"Yeah, but it's not too bad."
"Liar." Dane said with a slight grin. "Everyone knows… doctors are… the worst… patients." Jesse couldn't help but smile at his father's truthful comment. He then looked towards the door with a frown. Gently, he took his father's arm and pressed his hand to Jesse's shirt on his chest. Once he was satisfied that his father was going to put enough pressure on the wound, he started inching towards the door.
"Jesse…" Dane whispered with worry for his son but Jesse held up his hand to silence him. Carefully, he poked his head out to check out the situation. Luckily for him, their captors weren't looking. But that's about where their luck ran out. The fire was only about 2 feet from the door, and there was no help in sight. Jesse had to pull his head back inside because of the intensity of the heat. They weren't going to get out that way. Looking around the warehouse, Jesse couldn't see any other door. They were in trouble now.
"Dad?" Jesse said, crawling back towards his dad. "We're going to have to move to the other side of the warehouse, okay?" Dane nodded slightly. Jesse knelt at Dane's feet an arm's length away. Carefully, he pulled him along the concrete by his father's ankles. Scooting back on his knees, he repeated the process. That is how they painstakingly made their way across the warehouse. By the time they got to the other end, Jesse was breathing heavily and the pain in his ankle made his vision blur. When he looked back at the door, his heart sank. The fire had gone inside the warehouse, and was burning everything in its path.
"How close?" Dane whispered.
"Not too bad." Jesse replied shortly, not wanting to worry his dad.
"Really."
"It's close." Jesse said, looking into Dane's eyes. Worry reflected in both men's eyes. "There has to be another way out!" Jesse exclaimed, his worry turning into anger. He began to franticly look around the warehouse for any way to escape. A change in the shadows caught his attention. "I'll be right back…" he murmured. Painfully he limped towards the right side of the warehouse. As he came near it, his hope rose. Running his hand on the wall, he found that it was actually a garage door. As quickly as he could, Jesse limped back.
"I've found a garage door," he stated, trying to keep his voice down. A pained smile fell across Dane's face. "I'm going to have to pull you over there again." Jesse tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He wasn't sure if he would be able to drag his father across the floor another time. But looking at the fire that was much closer than before, he knew he had no choice. Slowly, he gently pulled Dane towards the garage door, stopping after every pull to catch his breath.
"Leave… me," Dane whispered, his eyes pleading his son to obey.
"I can't," Jesse said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I won't enjoy spending Father's Day with you if you're underground." He tried to smile, but didn't have the strength to do so. Instead, he continued pulling his father along. Although it was taking longer than pulling his father from the door, the fire wasn't moving any slower. It was only ten feet away and gaining fast. No matter how much strength Jesse put into pulling his father, he knew he wouldn't be able to get out in time.
"Leave… me," Dane demanded again.
"No, dad!" Jesse said "We're either getting out of this both alive, or we're both going to die trying." Jesse kept painfully dragging his father across the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the garage door. Quickly, he searched for something to break the door with and settled on a metal box. Jesse then wasted no time in pounding the door, hoping his captors had already left thinking they were dead. Looking behind him, he saw that the fire was less than eight feet away. That caused him to hit the door even harder. Finally, the door started to splinter and crack. Lost in his job, it took a while for Jesse to hear the voice yelling at him. Confused, he stopped pounding the door.
"Jesse? Jesse, is that you?" a muffled voice said from behind the door.
"Steve?" Jesse could only dare to hope.
"Jesse, get down." Steve instructed. Jesse lay on the ground next to his dad. A tiny explosive went off over their heads, breaking the door much quicker than Jesse had.
"Jess!" Steve said franticly, looking for his friend through the hole the LAPD had created.
"Steve!" Jesse said. "The fire's only a few feet away, we gotta get my dad out of here! He's been shot." he explained quickly. Steve nodded and kicked the door so that the hole was large enough and low enough to pass Dane through. Kneeling, Steve lifted Dane up from under the shoulders and dragged him to the outside, Jesse following close behind.
"Let's go," Jesse said, limping towards the mob of police cars and ambulances.
"Jesse!" he heard, and turned towards Mark and Amanda running towards him. When they reached him, Amanda embraced him tightly, causing him to wince.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. What happened?" Amanda asked in a rush, looking him over with a trained eye.
"You've been shot." Mark said, more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but it's not that bad." Jesse said, not convincing either of them as he started to slightly waver on his feet.
"C'mon, let's get you to Community General." Amanda said, leading him towards the cars. Jesse only took a few steps when he collapsed against Amanda.
"Okay, maybe it's worse than I thought," Jesse admitted wincing as the adrenaline wore off. Mark allowed himself to chuckle softly as the three made their way to the awaiting ambulance. Mark and Amanda helped Jesse sit on the edge of the ambulance as Mark inspected Jesse's ankle and Amanda inspected his shoulder.
"Well, Jess, it's broken all right." He said with a sigh. "Let's get you to Community General."
"Wait," Jesse said, searching the crowd. "Where's my dad?"
"He left in an ambulance a few minutes ago. The paramedics said he'll be fine." Steve said, walking up towards the group.
"Now can we go?" Mark asked, raising his eyebrows. Jesse nodded. He had had enough excitement for one day. As gently as they could, Mark and Amanda pulled Jesse into the ambulance as Steve jumped in after them.
"Lets go!" he yelled at the driver as his father and Amanda continued to fuss over Jesse.
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No cliffie, sorry! lol Okay, this is where I really need feed-back. I want to know if you guys want to have a sequel or just to tie everything up in this story. Granted, it will take a while for the sequel to come out, but I will work hard at it if you guys want one! So, please, tell me! Thanks so much!! ^_^