Deep Inside my Head

Hey everyone this is my first Summerland fic. I have wrote fan fiction under many a names so I'm not really new to this game, just to the fandom—so please be kind and review, review, review! Oh no flames please----I'm allergic.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Kerric. I don't own Summerland either. I don't claim to own anything other than Kerric and I would never pretend too because I really don't want to get sued. Everything else belongs to their creator.

Bradin woke with pounding in his head; it felt as though someone had jumped on his skull. He cautiously opened his eyes to be blinded by the intense sunlight pouring through the glass door in his bedroom. The pain that shot through his eyes and into his head nearly made his scream out. Bradin had never felt this bad in his entire life, not even after he overdosed and fell down the stairs—that was nothing compared to this. He felt a growing unease in the base of his stomach and new in an instant that he was going to be violently ill. Bradin tried to push himself out of the bed to the bathroom, but the world swirled around him, causing the nausea to get even worse.

He tried to call for Ava, but his voice wouldn't work. After several attempts he managed to get out of his bed and on unsteady feet made it to his bedroom door. His whole body ached, he had to rest. Bradin laid his throbbing head against his cool bedroom door. Through the wood he could hear his family mulling around in an attempt to start their days. He once again tried to call out, and he managed to form words but they were soft and straggled no one could hear him. Bradin managed to open the door and nearly fell through to the other side.

"Hey Bradin." Derrick was coming toward him, "Aunt Ava wants to know what you want for breakfast."

Bradin's legs could no longer support the weight of his body and they collapsed from under him.

"Bradin?"

His stomach gave a violent jerk and he was soon spiting up the remnant of the dinner he ate last night. The substance was mostly stomach acid and bile—he hadn't been eating much lately.

"Aunt Ava!" Derrick began to scream hysterically.

Nikki was the first to come to see what the commotion was about, and was completely shocked at the sight of her big brother practically laying in his own puke on the floor. She ran to him and felt his forehead—instead of finding the fever she expected his head was cool and clammy.

"Derrick, what wro… Oh my God!" Ava kneeled on the floor next to Nikki and Bradin. Bradin's eyes were unfocused and glazed over. His pupils were dilated. "Susannah, Jay!" "Bradin can you hear me? What's wrong, honey. Did you take something?"

"Oh My God! What's going on?"

"I think he may have overdosed again. Call an Ambulance, Now!" Susannah took off to grab the phone and Jay seemed to be rooted to his spot. "Jay, help me lay him down—on his side incase he pukes again."

Nikki and Derrick were clinging to each other desperately. Neither could ever remember a moment when they had been that scared.

Bradin could only make out parts of words his hearing seemed to be wavering in and out. He heard Ava say "overdose." He hadn't taken any drugs, and he tried to tell her that but the words were coming out in strangled grunts.

"Oh God, I think he's choking on his vomit." Ava mistook the sound as a sign of further distress. She swept her finger in Bradin's mouth in hopes to clear the boy's throat. When she found it clear she began to panic even more. "I think he's having a hard time breathing!

Suddenly Bradin's whole body started to shake. "He's having a seizure!" Help me keep him from hurting himself. Jay laid his arms across Bradin's legs as the boy convulsed.

"Is Bradin going to die, Aunt Ava?" Derrick's voice was terrified and full of tears. The poor child had been trough so much Ava couldn't lie to the boy.

"Honey, I don't know."

"Please move out of the way." The ambulance had arrived and they set to work tiring to stabilize the teen.

"We think he might have taken something. He overdosed a few weeks ago and fell down a flight of stairs."

"Thank you mam."

They quickly had an IV started and had him on a heart monitor and oxygen. It seem like only seconds had passed since the ambiance arrived that they were gone with Bradin and Ava who road with them-leaving the other four standing in the same spot. They all were quiet until Jay spoke up, come on let's get going Bradin needs us at the hospital. It was like reality finally hit them again and they left the house in nearly a run.

So what do you think? I know it is kind of short, but I'm writing this between two classes. I would also like to point out that I'm not a doctor or a health care professional at all. I work in the theatre so I did some research but I'm not going to claim that any of the medical information is correct. So please keep that in mind.

Lectavist