Disclaimer: Hi everyone! First things first I'd like to apologize for leaving you guys hanging for almost a week! I know I said there'd be a new chapter by last Tuesday, but I just couldn't write in the car and then I had no time while on my trip as it was 100% family time. Plus I learned that I can really only write if I'm alone in my room, that way I can say dialogue aloud and see if it sounds right or forced. I just want to thank everyone who's been following/favouriting this story and reviewing, it really inspires me to keep this going and to strive for quality (however keep in mind I've been out for a week so I'm playing fast and loose with the term 'quality' lol). Anyway please enjoy this new chapter and I hope it's as emotional as I meant for it to be while writing it. Also, when you guys get to the very last line see if it sounds familiar at all. It's a quote from a very heartbreaking movie that I love and it'd be fun if you could guess it!

- TwilightzoneGoddess

The EMT's were swift to move Jacques out of the ambulance, but not as much as Josée getting out of her and Don's shared cab; her emergence could only be compared to that of a scared plane passenger climbing over people and seats to escape a burning aircraft - the harbour of a true panic fuelled by the threat of death, just not her own.

She was able to keep up and follow them into the ER to see Jacques being lifted by a team of doctors and nurses onto a bed. Luckily he still had a pulse so for the time being there wasn't a need for a defibrillator, but anything could change at the drop of a hat, or say drop of a skating partner, as Josée knew all too well. As furious she still was with Jacques at that incident, she was willing to get dropped don her head 100 more times if it guaranteed Jacques get off that hospital bed and walk out of that ER with him and Josée locking arms and making fun of the strangers they passed on the street; but life wasn't that kind, at least not to her. She snood out of her fantasy and turned her attention back to the situation unfolding.

"We have a male in his early twenties, collapsed while at breakfast and complained of dizziness beforehand." The head EMT told who appeared to be the lead doctor.

"What are his vitals?" The doctor inquired.

"When we first got to him BP was 180 over 120, but right before we got here it dropped significantly."

"Something tells me he didn't just have bad sausage with breakfast, order an EKG now!"

While a nurse was preparing one of the multitudinous medical machines present, the doctor had a chance to notice Josée's presence.

"You, are you family?" He asked her with urgency.

"Non, but I am—" Despite being so flustered over it all, she tried her best to answer him, but could only get a few words in before he interrupted her: "Sorry, but if you're not family, you have to go out to the waiting room."

Josée was astonished, just because she wasn't legally related to him didn't give her any less right to be with him! Especially since right now she was the closest person to family that Jacques had! Her aura rapidly became red as anger overcame her — anger at herself for not thinking fast enough and just lying to the doctor, how hard is it to say: "oui, je suis sa femme" (I am his wife) or "sœur" (sister) she thought to herself, but no instead she was jilted by her fear and let her emotions get the best of her. "Maman would be very disappointed if she was here right now."

The doctor was ready to tell Josée again (and this time much less nicer) to let his team work, but got too distracted by the newly ready EKG results. Upon studying them his own face drained of colour until he looked as ill as Jacques.

"Michaels get cardiology on the phone and Wilson call the OR, we're gonna need a room STAT!" Josée was overcome with grief at the doctor's orders. The thought of Jacques being cut open and virtually dissected like a frog in a high school biology lab made her sick to her stomach and her eyes well with tears. As the team began carting him off the OR, Josée couldn't stop herself from running after them, but not before a bigger nurse (no doubt who doubled as hospital security) restrained her just as they got through the doors to the operating room. As anyone who knows her for a mere five minutes will tell you, Josée is a fighter and doesn't back down easy (if at all let's be honest).

"UNHAND MEEEEE!" She began to screech. "Sacrament! Let me go, tu vidange!" "I can't leave him!" She yelled the last and loudest, but as she knew in her heart what she really meant was: "He can't leave me."

The nurse was able to guide Josée back to the waiting room (after putting up one Hell of a fight), where Don and the rest of the cast were; a few faces giving off worry and concern, but most were just of pure annoyance and frustration. All Josée could bring herself to do was solemnly slump into a seat furthest from where everyone else was sitting.

Before long some cast members decided to break the silence of the waiting area to combat the awkward boredom that had befallen the environment. First was Chet.

"Can we leave yet Don? You got us all here, so can be just go?"

"Yeah, I agree with my bro." Lorenzo chimed in.

"I'm sorry but NOBODY is leaving this hospital until I see Jacques walk through those doors with a stamp on his face that reads "WON'T DIE ANYTIME SOON" so I can tell the network nobody died!" Don answered them. The stress he was feeling emanated through his tone. The stepbrothers weren't too happy now either.

"What? Man that's bunk! What his someone accidentally stabs him with a scalpel or something, why do were have to be here for that?"

"Hey, you all signed the waiver, next time read it if you're so pressed."

Then Ellody piped in, "Yes he's right, both Mary and me read all 38 pages of the waivers we signed to be on the show, and the lower section of page 15 did mention that in the event requiring a hospital visit, all cast and team members are legally obligated to travel to and remain in the hospital until the injured party is released, due to liability issues." She said matter of factly. The step brothers only rolled their eyes in unison.

"We don't mind" Jay and Mickey added. "Hospitals aren't so bad once you get used to them, and if anything happens to any of us, there's a doctor or nurse around the corner!" As they said this Don gestured his hand to them as if to say: "See?" That is why."

"Thank you Jay, Thank you Mickey; it's as if you two were in the room as the show's lawyers when they were writing that part up." He said half annoyed at Chet and Lorenzo and half jokingly to everyone else. Anyway, I called Jacques' parents awhile ago so hopefully they're on their way. They're coming from Montréal which is only about a two hour flight, but you member know with air travel." His words slowed and his demeanour dropped. "I just hope they can get here before anything worse happens."

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The ride to Montréal - Trudeau International Airport was agony for Amélie and Jean. On the bright side they were able to get seats on the soonest flight to New York City, but neither were interested in looking on the bright side of things currently. As they boarded the plane all they could hope for was no delays - no unexpected weather, bomb threats, technical issues with the plane - both of them prayed that they get to their son as fast as physically possible. Though the call from Don was the worst kind of surprise a mother could get, still Amélie had a lingering thought that something like this could happen one day. Growing up, Jacques had had issues with high blood pressure, as did Jean, it was like a minor medical family curse that affected the males. Though they never worried too much, sure Jacques uncle passed away after experiencing a massive coronary, but he was much older than Jacques' father and besides, he was a hedonistic man. He was overweight and enjoyed his whiskey and cigars, neither exactly add up to pristine health, whereas Jacques and his father were both fit and very active, able to keep their blood pressure at bay. Amélie overwhelmed herself with unwelcome notions of what could happen; what if her bébé garçon's heart gave up and he left them and his sisters without anyone able to to properly say goodbye? Without his mama there to see his life end the way she had seen it begin? This all became too much for poor Amélie and she couldn't help but quietly sob in her seat.

"S'il te plaît ne le prends pas."

"Please don't take him."