Authors' Note: alright, more intensive stuff, a twist even in this chapter, make things even more depressing and sad...'
Jack-Rocks: yea i finally did, more is on the way, '
Chapter 5: More Problems
Kims' POV
I had forced my dad into the car, making him lay down on the back seat. I crouched down in the area below the seat, trying to keep him calm as I could and keep him breathing. Chase had jumped into the drivers' seat and headed off towards the nearest hostipal. I could tell my father was going to pass out soon, very soon. I kept trying to reassure him that it was going to be okay, and to try and keep taking deep breathes. He was clutching his chest for dear life almost, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. I could tell this was much more then a panic attack, a panic attack wouldnt cause this much pain, I dont think. After about 5 minutes of driving Jack finally lost his battle with conciousness, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and closed, and his body went limp. I checked his pulse on instinct, it was there but fading, quickly.
"Hurry up!" I lashed out at Chase. I didnt mean to lash out at him but i was worried and concerned by my father. I hope he understands.
"We are almost there" He replies to me, glancing back quickly, then pulled into the Emergency Room Bay area of St. Johns' hostipal.
Chases' POV
I jump out of the car first, running flat out into the hostipal going to the check in desk.
"I have a man in the back of my car that desperatly needs medical attention quickly!" I spoke to the nurse.
"Lead me to him" She said, signalling a few doctors, and another nurse to help her. I led the team of doctors and nurses to my car which was parked right infront of the doors. Kim pushed the door open for them. They pushed Kim out of the car, in a kind but rushed way, they moved Jack onto a gurney and rushed him into a trauma room.
I was told to wait in the waiting room with Kim. She wrapped her arms around me, crying softly. I embraced her, trying to comfort her. I led her into the waiting room, and we both sat down.
Jacks' POV
I was trying my best to breathe like Kim instructed me too, but it hurt so much. I still wasnt getting much air even with the deep breathes, that only seemed to hurt more. Darkness was threatening to take over me, I was holding my chest tightly attempting to stop the pain, but it was failing miserably. I was trying to stay concious for Kim for the most part, but I failed at that as well. After only a few minutes in the car. I fell back into the darkness.
FlashBack
I awoke to find myself on the ground in a pitch black room. My immense pain from before had faded some, but was replaced with hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. I cough some trying to sit up. I cant see anything infront of me, not even myself. I press my hands against my chest gently, feeling around. I found the 4 holes in my right shoulder easily enough, they had been stitched up.
Then I remembered the shot gun, being fired at me. I quickly run my fingers along my chest, searching for the entry point. I found it finally, a huge hole, well it had been stitched up as well, but it was big. It was just left of my heart. How the hell did I survive that! They must have professional doctors here, at least good enough to keep me alive. Keep my in this miserable hell hole.
Is the army even looking for me I wonder. Are my teams individually being held in seperate rooms such as this? Are they alive? The mission is still fuzzy to me. What happened? What do they want with me? I contemplate this.
What felt like an eternity in that pitch black room, was really only a week they told me once they opened the door. I winced closing my eyes as the bright light invaded the dark area. I wanted to speak but then I remembered my mouth was taped shut, yea it still hurt, but it should be healing up pretty good now.
The two men entered the black room and picked me up. I could just barely stand on my feet. They basically dragged me down the dim corridors into another room. We got to the middle of it, then they pushed me down onto my knees. They knew I wasnt going to pull anything, Im too weak to pull anything. I havent eaten in a week, and Ive been injuried pretty badly. I am not that stupid to pull anything in this state. The man that beat me before came forward, with a old style shaving devise.
"Have you learned your lesson Bauer?" He asked me. I glared at him menacingly. He slaps me across the face, my head jerked hard to the right. Im going to have whiplash for a Long time. He walked around me. He started to shave my head. I hissed angerly at him, what the hell is he doing to me! I want to do something but I see several guns, pointed exactly at me. So I let him shave my head.
"When are you going to realize, I own you, And you WILL do as I say" The man said seeing that I was about to attack him, even If i died in the process. Id rather die then be owned by someone. No one owns me. As soon as the blade pulls away from my head again I wipe around as fast as I can and punch the guy in the stomach. He groans and falls backwards.
"Teach Him A Lesson!" He says regaining his balance. A few men surround me, strong men. They punch me a few times until I curl up into a fetal position on the ground, they kick me continiously. Just before I was about to pass out again the men stop.
"Get him up" The men roughly grab me up onto my knees as before. I can barely keep on my knees, I am so dizzy. The man walks to infront of me.
"At least we got your head shaved now, lets go onto the second part of the transformation" He smiled wickedly, pulling out a rod from a furnace that I just realized was there. A glowing hot metal rod, it had a long number at the end. He had the men hold me still. I knew what was going to happen now. The end that had a long number on it, the glowing orange end, was pressed onto my neck hard. I could actually smell my skin burn. I squirmed to get out of the pain, the agony, but the men held me still. I groaned in pain as he held it there for an unnecessary ammount of time, propably just to bring more pain and agony to me. Finally what felt like an eternity the thing was taken off my neck. I huffed in pain trying to catch my breathe as well.
The men let go of me and I fell to the ground, shaking in agony. The man smiles tossing the rod back into the bucket of water, it sizzled. I glare up at the man in pain, trying to get to my knees again.
"People will now refer to you as 135797531" He told me. How dare he change my name to a number.
"My...name...is Jack...Bauer" I hissed through my broken mouth, it hurt like hell. But I needed to show I was not going to fall for this shit. They wont reduce me to a slave! Or whatever they wanted me to reduce to. They wont do it!
"So 135797531 can speak now fellows, You guys know the punishment for speaking out of turn. I dont think 135797531 does, teach him" The man hissed then left Jack to the several guards.
The guards surrounded me again. I dropped to the floor pulling into the fetal position again. They kicked me repeatively. I think I heard a few of my ribs break in the process. Just before I passed out they picked me up and dragged me out side, the first time Ive been outside in awhile. I glance around at the buildings, it looked like a prison for sure, it had a retaining wall all the way around it. I winced again as the natural light was alot for my eyes to handle. I saw other prisoners walking around aimlessly. They too had tattooed numbers on their necks, and same clothing as i had. Aside they had a shirt, I just had pants.
The brought me to a hole that was covered with a simple wood planks ontop of it, nailed together. They opened it and just tossed me down there. I must have fell over 15 feet, because when I hit the muddy ground it was pitch black again. They must have put the cover over it again. I tried to move but pain streaked through my body, my right arm was broken now, and propably my right leg as well. I landed on my right side. The whole was just wide enough for me to lay down flat, but thats about it. Did they just leave me to die now? In this mud hole that could pass off as a well.
Kims' POV
After an hour one of the doctors came to talk to Chase and I. I nearly tackled him. They shouldnt have taken that long I think at least.
"You are his daughter?" He asks me.
"Yes How is he? Can I go See him?" I asked instantly.
"Yes, He should be fine, I have discovered some health issues though. He had a heart attack, which I think you thought was a panic attack right?" He asked.
"Yea" I answered simply, I knew it was more then just that, but I didnt know what else more.
"We got him stable, but I think he may need a heart transplant. His heart is very weak, and is just barely hanging on as it is. If he should have another heart attack, I think it would propably be his last." The doctor explained. I gasped as the mention of a heart transplant.
"We need to get him a new heart soon, I put him on the donors' list. He has a good chance I think of getting one soon. For now I reccommend his stay hostipalized" The doctor explained to me. I nodded in agreement with the fact that he should stay hostipalized, this is really serious.
"How long do you think it will take to get him a new heart?" I ask.
"Im not sure, It could be a few days, it could be a few weeks, it could even be a few months, Let me take you to his room" He started to lead me towards the ICU area of the hostipal. They gave Jack a private room thankfully. Chase was holding me the whole time, trying to comfort me.