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Short and umm... anxious this chapter, but there's a reason for that.
Chapter Two
Virgil and Scott quickly carried the stretcher that held a struggling Gordon. They placed him upon an empty bed in the med bay. "John, notify Grandma we need her in Thunderbird Two now!"
"F.A.B." John acknowledged.
"Shouldn't we move him to the infirmary in the house?" Scott asked as he unstrapped Gordon from the board.
"No, we have to do this here," Virgil said, shaking his head and quickly hooked Gordon up to a monitor. "Cut him out of his suit," he ordered, handing his older brother a pair of scissors. "I need unheeded access if this turns dark fast."
Scott shot a fearful look toward the medic. "Such as?"
Virgil ignored him as he continued setting up an IV full of fluids.
Gordon wanted to die.
The bends were a special kind of hell only Satan could've thought of, that much Gordon was sure. Of all the stupid things he could've done, he was pretty sure this topped it. "I – I'm sorry," he struggled as he felt like his joints were on fire.
"I've got you, Gordo. We'll get through this," Virgil reassured as he ran a comforting hand through the blonde's hair. "Tell me what you're feeling. I need to know as much as possible."
Gordon closed his eyes as he rode out the pain. "My arms and legs feel like pins and needles are stabbing me," he coughed, groaning, as nausea hit full force. "I'm going to be sick…."
Scott quickly grabbed a basin as Gordon miserably retched into it, both of his older brother's steadying him. "Easy, Gords," Scott cooed as they helped him lay limply back into the bed.
Gordon found himself coughing uncontrollably. Looking into his hand, the swimmer's amber eyes widened as he saw a few speckles of blood covering his hand - now fearful eyes met Virgil's. The medic quickly grabbed his hand before pulling the oxygen mask back on his face as Gordon found himself struggling to breathe.
"Damn!" Virgil swore and rushed toward the recompression chamber. "John, I need to know his last known depth chart now!"
"Boys!" Grandma Tracy yelled as she rushed into the medical bay. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the state of her second youngest grandson as Scott tried to keep the oxygen mask on his face.
"Decompression sickness," Virgil explained. "Exhibiting all the signs of type one and two distress." The field medic quickly entered data from Thunderbird 5 into the chamber's system.
Grandma Tracy nodded and quickly began listening to Gordon's chest with her stethoscope. She didn't like what she was hearing. Pulling the device from her ears, she cradled Gordon's face in her gentle hands. "Gordon, honey. Look at me."
Gordon struggled at first but obeyed the soothing voice of his grandmother. He was finding it hard to stay conscious.
"Sweetie, stay with us. I need you to try and relax, okay? The pain will only get worse if you fight it."
"Grandma, what can I do?" Scott asked as he gripped Gordon's shoulder gently, reminding the aquanaut he was still there.
Grandma Tracy smiled softly at her eldest grandson. "Help me move him into the chamber."
"I've got him," Scott replied. "Go help, Virgil."
Virgil turned from the chamber as they brought Gordon over. "Gordon?" he called worriedly, as he noticed his brother's eyes were closed.
"Gordon!" Grandma Tracy urgently said as she tapped his face. She received no response. Looking at the monitor, she eyed Gordon's vitals. "Get him in the chamber now."
Pushing the bed into the chamber, Virgil sealed the door and nodded at his grandmother to initiate the machine. Within seconds the device began to pressurize to the preset depth. Virgil eyed his younger brother cautiously.
Grandma Tracy placed a comforting hand along the backs of Scott and Virgil. "He'll be okay, boys."
"What do we do now?" Scott asked apprehensively.
"Now, we wait," Grandma Tracy said, taking in a deep breath.
It was going to be a long couple of hours…
TBC…