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Maxie silently sat in the waiting room. She had been there for over an hour, awaiting results on Jesse. Nobody was telling her anything. Looking next to her, Maxie saw her father fast asleep. Making sure not to make any extra noise, Maxie stood up and headed over to the bathroom.
Once she entered, she quickly ran to the sink to put some cold water on her face. Looking into the mirror, Maxie saw her puffy eyes, and her flushed cheeks. It was still obvious that she had been crying. Sighing, Maxie exited the bathroom.
Walking back to her seat, she saw Mac talking to a doctor. Her heart jumped into her throat as her stomach did flips. Based on the look on Mac's face, Maxie knew something was wrong.
Marching over to her father and the doctor, she spoke. "What's wrong?"
Mac sighed, rubbing his temples. "Sweetie, everything is going to be okay. Just sit back down and let me talk to the doctor."
Maxie shook her head. "No way. I want to hear this. I NEED to hear this. Please." She said, turning her head from Mac to the doctor.
Mac nodded his head. "Fine. Continue, doctor."
The doctor nodded his head. "Well, as I was saying, Jesse needs a bloos transfusion...badly. Unless we find him a donor, he WILL die. He needs blood."
Maxie let out a loud sob, as her knees went weak. Collapsing to the floor, Mac picked her up and sat her in a chair.
"Why can't you just get the kid some blood? You're a hosital. THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO, GODDAMNIT!" Mac spoke to the doctor, furious.
The doctor calmly shook his head. "Unfortunately, it's not that simple. He has a rare blood type. I suggest that you get some people checked out. All we can do right now is wait. Wait, hope, and pray." The doctor said, before walking away.
Mac knelt down to be eye level with his sobbing daughter. "Your mother's on her way with Georgie and Dillon. It's going to be alright, sweetie."
Maxie nodded her head, still sobbing. "Daddy, I can't lose him."
There was a ping in Mac's chest. She wasn't his little girl anymore. Mac nodded his head, stroking her cheek. "You're really in love with him, aren't you?"
Maxie looked up through her tears, smiling slightly. She nodded her head again.
Mac lifted her head so he could lock eyes with her. "You listen to me. Jesse is a fighter. He's a good kid, who lives on impulse. That's not the way I would live MY life, but that's who Jesse is. He's not a safe person. But that boy is one HELL of a fighter. He's going to make it, okay?"
Maxie nodded her head before looking up to see Georgie, Dillon, and Felicia. "Sweetie, I'm so glad you're alright." Felicia said, hugging her daughter.
Georgie spoke. "How's Jesse?"
Maxie let out another sob as Mac sympathetically shook his head 'no' at Georgie.
Georgie nodded her head, tears flooding her own eyes. "Well we can be of some help, right? How can we help?"
Mac pulled Georgie and Dillon aside as Maxie was being comforted by her mother. "Is there any way that Dillon can get a blood test?"
Dillon nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. But what's going on?"
Mac looked back towards a crying Maxie, and then focused on Dillon. "Jesse's hurt. He's gonna die unless they find him a blood donor. I know that none of us are it. So I guess you could give it a try."
Dillon nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. Anything to help." He said before Grabbing Georgie and rushing over to the elevators.
Mac walked back towards Felicia and Maxie. "Honey, what can I do to make it better?" He asked, kissing her forehead.
Maxie looked up, tears in her eyes. "I wanna see him."
Mac shook his head. "I don't think that's the best ide.."
Maxie cut him off. "Please." She let out another sob before continuing in a quiet voice. "Please."
Mac nodded his head. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise you anything."
Maxie nodded her head as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder.
Five minutes later, Mac returned. "Maxie, follow me."
Maxie nodded as she gripped onto her mother's hand for support.
Walking into the dimly lit room, Maxie smiled.
He didn't look awful, or beat up. He looked beautiful. Like he was sleeping.
Maxie walked over to the bed, sitting in the chair next to it.
Mac and Felicia stood behind her, surveying the scene.
Maxie gripped his hand. "I love you." She whispered as she kissed his cheek.
Mac looked away uncomfortably, but Felicia gripped his hand as she held a proud smile on her face.
"Come on, sweetie. Let's go." Mac said as he tried to usher his daughter out of the room.
Maxie reluctantly nodded her head as she kissed him on the forehead.
Letting go of his hand, she began to walk towards her parents. Once her hand touched the door knob, the worst noise she could have ever heard sounded. It was coming from Jesse's monitor. He was flat lining.
"JESSSSEEE!" Maxie screamed as doctors ran out into the room carrying all of these technical looking machines.
Mac had to physically hold his daughter back because she continued to attempt to run towards him.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you and you family to leave the room." An orderly spoke.
Mac nodded his head as he practically dragged his hysterrical daughter from the room.
Felicia, who had a few tears down her cheeks also, ran towards Dillon and Georgie as they turned the corner into the waiting room.
Immediately, Dillon and Georgie's faces dropped. Looking over at Maxie's hysterrical state, Georgie began to stutter."I..is.
Is..he..Is he..Dead?"
Felicia shook her head 'no' before letting out a sob. "We were in his room with Maxie, and right before we left he flat lined.
I pray to God, for Maxie's sake, that he's okay. I mean, he's going to be okay...right?"
Georgie nodded her head. "He's not gonna leave her. Trust me." Georgie then walked towards Maxie and hugged her.
Jesse had to be alright. The doctor's continued trying to revive his lifeless body. Let's pray that it would work.