Ub2 chapter 15

Ultimate Betrayal

What happened?

"What's goin on?" Tiffany opened the stairs leading to the critical floor Jordan was on, the door making a hiss as it opened. She was followed closely by Tempest and they both saw the white as a ghost Brian, his mouth open in shock as he stared towards his sister's room.

"They said code blue and rushed to her room, I was downstairs and was paged. I ...I thought it was J paging but it was Diego and they're still working on her." Brian stammered, his mind going in all kinds of directions, wondering what if and what was going to happen. Most people knew a code blue was a flat line or that when death was ultimately around the corner, reverse rarely an occurrence.

"No." Tiffany covered her mouth, her legs feeling like they were going to give up.

"We got up here as fast as we could." Vince, Leon, And Letty rushed in, saying not a word more seeing the distraught expressions among the group.

"You guys gotta have faith in that kid in there." Ice shook his head, reminding the group of who they were worried about. He walked up behind Tiffany and led her to a chair, sitting her down.

"She gave up after I was mean. I said that shit and I shoulda kept my mouth shut. I was too hard on her." Tiffany caught her tears at the corner of her eyes, refusing to privilege them of falling down her cheeks as she confessed to her brother in a small voice.

"And she'd expect no less from you." Ice soothed, holding his sister's hand as he knelt beside her.

"He's right. She'd be hella pissed if you babied her like we do all the time." Dominic sat down beside Tiffany on her other side, sighing in his own misery.

"That girl has to be okay, she's' overcome far too much." Tempest reasoned, mainly to convince herself as Brian and her stood closet to the room's door. She leaned over and peeked into the room's small rectangle window only to see blood pooling on the floor and a team of hospital officials working rapidly over her.

"Temp, come on. Sit down." Leon coaxed, seeing her reaction of her face deadening in color. They were all heavy hearted with the realization that this could really be the last of Jordan. All they had was the little hope that she would be revived. A code blue meant that the heart had stopped beating and the only thing was the hope of reviving that person under the code.

"Who was the last one to talk to her? Me? It's all my fault, Guys. I probably discouraged her." Tiffany tried to hold herself together, her consciousness getting the best of her as she was leaned 

over, her hands holding her head. She couldn't bear to look up at anyone or if a grim looking doctor stepped out of that room.

"Tiff, it was not you. She was doin fine…I don't know what happened." Brian put his arms around his wife and held her head to his chest.

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Inside the hospital room, Diego, surrounded by several doctors and nurses were working nonstop to get Jordan's breathing back on its own.

"Jordan. Jordan, J, wake up." Diego called in her usual English accent as she pushed more nitrate into her intravenous line that was in her upper arm. She tapped her shoulder vigorously, hoping the familiarity of her voice would spark her to come to consciousness.

"You know her?" The doctor asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly as Diego watched her friend and chewed her lip nervously.

"Yeah, she should have this hospital named after her, she's been here so much." Diego sighed sadly.

"Her stats are looking better. Keep talking." The doctor nodded as the nurse rattled off her vitals, with increasing numbers, every few seconds or so.

"Jordan, hey girl. You got the whole team out there stressin." Diego finished pushing the medicine and disposed of the needle. Jordan's head shook, her eyes still closed, making Diego smile. "Ha. Come on, wake up, wake up. As Temp would say, where's Jordan? " Diego asked, encouraged by her quick progress. She couldn't' bring herself to walk out and face the crew if her and the team of doctors didn't get her back from the brink of death.

"She says…peek-a-boo too." Jordan whispered, licking her lips at the difficulty of talking, her eyes flickering as if she was trying to open them.

"Yes, yes, she does. Welcome back, Girl. You scared the hell outta me. You feeling any pain?" Diego asked, glancing at the doctor, still worried and in awe at his behavior. Doctors usually were not as nice and compassionate when it came to patients. They usually barked orders and moved at high paces without any cares to the nurses, if anyone knew the patient, any kind of that stuff. Good for this doctor, Diego thought, she would hate to have to throw punches at him.

"A little, I want to go home." Jordan cried, moaning as the doctor was working on her and her body part that was still gushing blood.

"Hey, no talk of that. You can see them in a bit if you hang on and try to work wit us, ok? Hang tough and you can talk to them. I'm giving you some morphine so you should be getting some relief." Diego said, her voice in a soothing tone as she opened a vial and then drew up the medicine. She pushed the medicine in at a timed pace and watched Jordan's vital signs. The 

doctor walked out, leaving the rest of them to finish cleaning up the room and Jordan. He was rushed by Brian and Tiffany.

"Is she ok?' Brian asked, his arms still around his wife.

"She slit her wrists, both of them and I am ordering her to be under a complete psyche evaluation and some time once she has recovered in a psyche ward after she's healed. That's a very depressed little girl." The doctor sighed, as he saw Brian's shocked look.

"She sliced her wrists? She wouldn't do that." Brian whispered wanting the crew to over hear just yet.

"She did and I'm sorry." The doctor nodded.

"You are not ordering her anywhere. She is fine." Tiffany growled, as the doctor continue dot talk.

"We'll discuss this at another time. I have another trauma victim on the way. Excuse me." The doctor said sidestepping Tiffany as Diego came out.

"Di" Roman asked, shocked to see his girlfriend in her room, as did the rest of the crew.

"you guys might want to sit down." Diego wiped her eyes, tired from her long twelve hour shift almost at end.

"Is she alive?" Tempest asked, not wanting to be patent after seeing Tiffany and Brian worked up only yards away.

"She is, I'll let Brian and Tiff tell ya the details, I have to go. I have another patient. I m sorry." Diego sighed as her beeper went off and after checking it. "She's good and stable thankfully. She lost a lot of blood and crashed She was under for about three minutes, so watch her closely. 'I'll be back in a n hour." Diego kissed Roman and flew down the hall in a rush, the beeper going off a second time.

"You awake, sis?" Brian asked, Tiffany following g behind him, still beating herself up and feeling guilty.

"Hey guys." Jordan smiled, licking her dry lips and tried to talk louder.

"You scared me. How you feelin?" Brian coughed nervously, his heart feeling as heavy as his feet did at the sight of his sister. Jordan opened her eyes and saw Tiffany behind her, almost t standoffishly.

"Why you cryin, Tiff?" Jordan asked, trying to sit up.



"I'm just.. Allergies.. Silly girl." Tiffany choked back a crack in her voice, looking at Jordan's blood bandaged hands. "What were ya thinkin, sweetheart? We're not mad, I'm not mad. I'm so sorry I was so hard on you." Tiffany stroked Jordan's hair and kept her voice very soft as she mentally tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"It wasn't' you. I don't know. I don't know." Jordan shook her head, Tiffany hushing her to not get her worked up so much as Brian paced, trying to find words.

"Relax, sis." Brian nodded in agreement with Tiffany's motions.

"I'm ok, really. Please don't look so scared." Jordan held Brian's hand , her grip weak, as she played with his hand nervously as she watched him for a reaction.

"You scared us." Brian admitted, though giving his trademark grin to make sure to make his sister quit worrying. It worked and se relaxed a little bit.

"I have to keep you on your toes." Jordan managed a half giggle, jumping when Tiffany's cell phone sounding, indicating she had a text message.

"Easy, just my phone." Tiffany assured her, forcing as she read the message. She realized she was being watched and smiled. "I'm gonna send Temp in here before she starts knocking out the nurses or holdin them hostage or some shit to see you, ok, Girl?" Tiffany asked, kissing Jordan's forehead and walking out in a rush after getting a nod and smile.

"IS she doin ok?" Leon jumped up, alongside Tempest.

"Yeah, she's doin peachy, as she would put it." Tiffany answered, her voice filled with sarcasm. She followed Tempest to the door. "Don't leave her side for nothin." Tiffany asked her tone and eyes pleading more than ordering as she whispered under her breath.

"Kay, what's goin on?" Tempest asked, knowing by the stiffness in her best friend's body that something was up.

"Let's just say I'm gonna go do the job I passed on to you a while back. I got it, though, no worries. We'll catch up and chat later fo sho and I'll fill ya in." Tiffany promised with a slight smile, then she headed for the elevator.