Disclaimer: Disney owns the Might Duck's I'm just borrowing them for a while

AN: this chapter is dedicated to Cake Eater, my first reviewer. For all who want to know, the second set of lyrics in the last chapter was also by Live, form a song called Dolphin Cry. Now on with the Chapter:

Chapter 2

Restraints

I'd been sitting by the phone, contemplating phoning the Ducks for a game of schoolyard puck, when it rang. I was frantic. I called Charlie to find him in a similar state. Almost as one we decided to go to the Ice Rink. I pulled on my blades, and sprinted out of the house, ignoring my mother's calls. I started to speed down the way to Eden Hall, meeting Charlie at the Bridge. Without even a second glance we both continued to sprint down to Eden Hall. This was taking too long for my liking.

We got to the rink and threw open the doors. Looking around the rink quickly, I spotted him first and tore through the bleachers to where he lay. Charlie was not far behind me. When we got there Charlie pulled up short at the awful site in front of us. Adam 's arms and legs were covered in blood. He was unconscious from the blood loss and his breathing was becoming very shallow.

I pulled off my shirt and ripped it in half tying a half around each wrist and putting pressure on the wounds. Charlie was, at the same time, pulling out his phone and dialling 911. While he dealt with the operator I watched Adam, just to make sure he kept breathing. It took the Ambulance 5 minutes to get there. But to us those five minutes felt like an eternity. Both Charlie and I were sitting next to Adam, applying pressure to a wound. We sat quietly watching our best friend and praying to God he would survive this.

When the Paramedics finally arrived we both moved back and allowed them to work on Adam. Charlie came over to me and told me to go with Adam, and he'd phone his family and meet me at the hospital. He then took off the jersey he was wearing over his shirt and handed it to me. I thanked him and followed the Paramedics out to the ambulance.

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I sat on the bleachers waiting for someone at the Banks' House to answer the phone. I remember when we got these phones, it was Christmas last year and Jesse, Adam and myself met by the pond to exchange gifts. Jesse was the first to give out his gifts. He handed us each a wrapped box. Inside each was the friendship bracelets we all now wear. I went next, I got Adam a journal, because for as long as I can remember he's written in one, and I knew he needed a new one, and I gave Jessie a necklace with a sword charm at the end. I thought it was really cool and I knew he would like it. When it got to Adam's turn he gave us each a wrapped box. Jess and I had looked excitedly at each other and ripped off the wrapping paper. When we finished, we stared at the boxes in shock. They were phones. We both protested, and he told us to shut our traps. He told us that they were there so that if any of us every really needed one of us to talk to, they had a guaranteed way of reaching one of the two of us. After some more protesting and a few death glares from Adam, we gave up. The phone being answered interrupted my thoughts.

"Adam is that . " Mr Banks asked

"Mr Banks, it's Charlie," I interrupted him, "Adam is at the Park Memorial Hospital. There's no time to explain, just get down there as quickly as you can."

"Thank you Charlie, we'll be there as quickly as we can." The phone went dead.

I looked around the place and saw some of Adam's things lying around the spot were he had been. I scanned them and my eyes caught two pieces of paper on top of one of the jerseys. I slowly picked them up. I read the top one. It was the suicide note. My eye's widened at what I read. He really didn't know how much everyone cared for him. He wasn't a tool, he was a friend, and everyone cared for him. Tears were making steady tracks down my cheek. I couldn't believe how alone he must have felt.

When I read the other page my despair was replaced by anger. Anger at Mr Banks. He was always on Adam's case about something. Hockey, grades, Hockey and more Hockey. I gave him my spot because I always said and believe that I would make a better coach than a player, and anyway it's unanimous among the Ducks that Adam is by far the best player.

I gathered up the all of the stuff and took it with me to the hospital. It took me about 10 minutes to reach the hospital, but to me it felt like two. I was dreading what I would find when I got there. I entered the hospital and found the waiting room. It was pretty empty. I spotted Jesse almost instantly. To say Jess was a wreck would be an understatement. He had tears streaming down his cheek and was pacing impatiently. When he saw me he told me they had taken his straight to the E.R and he hadn't heard anything since. That had been 20 minutes ago. We both looked at each other and knew that if Adam pulled through this he was going to die a slow, painful death at our hands.

After another few seconds of silence, I then handed Jesse the letters and started to pace in his place. It had been about 35 minutes since we found Adam and about 15 since I'd spoken to Mr Banks. They'd be here soon.

I looked at Jesse when he cursed, not that that was unusual but he didn't usually do it with such venom.

"What's up," I asked him

"I'm just thinking about what Adam thinks about himself. People think he's being modest when he says he's not that good at things, he really doesn't know just how good he is. His self-esteem is shot, and it's all Mr Banks' fault. If he had been just a little easier on Adam maybe we wouldn't be here. But look what has happened. Our best friend is in there trying to die, while doctors work to keep him alive." He looked about ready to explode. He opened his mouth to continue, but shut it when he saw something behind me.

I turned and saw that the Banks family were here. I looked at my watch, five minutes had past. It had taken them 20 minutes to get here. They rushed over to us and frantically demanded to know what had happened to Adam.

Jesse looked away, so I knew it would be up to me to tell them.

"You might want to sit down for this," I advised them. They sat, Mrs Banks clinging to Mr Banks' hand. "Earlier, Jesse and myself each received disturbing calls from Adam. He sounded like he was saying a last goodbye. Both of us got extremely worried and after a quick phone call decided to check Adam's favorite place in the world, but also the place that has caused him the most pain. The Eden Hall Ice Rink. When we got there we found Adam unconscious. He . He had . He had slit his wrists."

Mrs Banks gasped, then collapsed onto her husband in tears. Mr Banks went white and lowered his head into his hands. Adams brother __________ (If you know his name in the movies, please fill it in.) sat there looking stonily ahead with tears trailing down his cheeks. I went and sat next to Jesse.

We waited for another few minutes then the doctor came out. Jesse and I shot out of our chairs and rushed to her, the Banks' right behind us.

"Are you Adam's family," she asked eyeing Jesse and myself

"Yes," I answered without missing a beat.

"We managed to stabilise him and he's awake now, you can go and see him, He's in room 212."

"Thanks," I cried as the two of us sprinted down the hall to the stairs, while the Banks' stayed to talk to the doctor for a while, and then take the elevator.

Room 212 was right opposite the stairwell and both of us stopped in the doorway, to see a sight I never want to see again. Adam was hooked up to two IV's. Monitors were bleeping all around him. He had a tube in his nose to help him breath. He was staring out of the window and was deathly pale from the blood loss.

"Adam," Jesse ventured

Adam jumped slightly before turning slowly to look at us. He gave us a small smiled while meeting our eyes.

We both rushed forward and seized one of his hands each.

"Never do that to us again, Adam, please!" I begged him. "Please. We couldn't stand to lose you." Jesse nodded frantically. He smiled weakly at us before his eyes drifted behind us. A look of horror clouded his face. Confused Jesse and I turned to look behind us at the door. Standing framed by the doorframe was Mr Banks. Adam was hyperventilating, and trashing around trying to get away. He wasn't moving much, and I couldn't understand it. That's when I saw them, a little way up from his wrists, I looked at Jesse and saw a mirror of what my own face must look like, a look of abject horror. I had just realised what they had done to our best friend. They had him in restraints.

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A/N: Thanks a bundle to my reviewers, you got my butt into gear so I got this out quicker:

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Jess - Hope you approve, Jesse should have a greater bit next time, but Charlie just worked better in this chapter. I also have to agree with you. I love Adam and Jesse, and couldn't believe Jesse wasn't in the 3rd one, that sucked.

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Adam - Yeah, I did, you see I really suck at spelling *blushes*. Hope this chapter cleared up that little fact. I was hoping people would notice that little innuendo. Thanks.

Cake Eater - I'm glad you find it 'cool-ish'. I love Banks so I love this bandwagon a lot, I'll read it any time and any place. So one day I just decided to write it.

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