I just have a loooot of feelings about the way things happened in the movie Four Brothers.. And there are very few Jack x Oc stories on here.. This one is weird in that it's not JUST a Jack x OC fic right now.. It's brothers x Jack and Jack x Oc and yes, it's kind of angsty and morbid and not pretty at all... But if people want to see more, I'm sort of writing a follow up chapter now, possibly?
I tried getting everyone as IC as I could. Sorry if I failed miserably. If you want this to keep going, let me know.. Otherwise, it's just a really morbid cliffhanger.. But either way, I got out all my feels ( and yes, my love for Garrett Hedlund / wishing I could've inserted myself into that movie in quite a few different places just for the guy) and it's out there..
The double doors leading into the emergency surgery area burst open and Bobby's head snapped up as did Angel's and Jeremiah's. They shared a look and watched the doctor walking, getting closer and closer.. It was almost a quarter until midnight.. They'd been doing surgery on Jack for almost 4 hours now and the brothers were starting to get very worried that Jack might not pull through.. They'd surely have finished patching him up by now, right?
The doctor walked past them, over to a family sitting in the corner.. Bobby had spoken to the mother earlier.. Teenage boy, shot up in a driveby. It happened a lot on their side of the tracks.. Bobby watched as the woman screamed and cried and hit her knees on the waiting room floor. The doctors had to sedate her and the entire time, he found himself trying to imagine just how the hell he was supposed to be so tough and rough around the edges when he knew that the doctors telling him Jack was gone was going to finish breaking him.
Angel tore his eyes off the situation, stood and said quietly, "I'ma go get coffee, text Sofi and make sure Chloe's okay, she ain't still in shock." as he hurried away from the screaming and sobbing mother as fast as his legs would carry him. Halfway down the hall, he broke down. He punched the cinderblock wall he was standing closest to and he hurriedly shoved his hand into his eyes, looking around.
Jeremiah sniffled. Unlike his brothers, he couldn't hold it back.. First their mother's death, now Jack might be leaving them too? And the guilt, man.. The guilt he felt because of how certain aspects played out… It was eating him alive and he almost opened his mouth several times, owned up to things that he knew about that might have possibly gotten their mother murdered and now, Jack because Bobby had to take on the entire god damn organized crime family in Michigan… 'But you're the one to blame, Jeremiah.. Not Bobby's vendetta. Not your momma being in the wrong place at the wrong time.. This falls on you.' his mind taunted him and the tears started and didn't stop.
Bobby broke.. He couldn't stop the first tear as it trailed slowly down his cheek no more than he could stop the last one that fell before the doctors made their way out once more, finding two of the three brothers in the waiting room.
"We removed the bullet.. He's weak and he lost a lot of blood.. While we were performing surgery.." the doctor saw the two men tensing and he said quietly, "Your brother slipped into a coma.. But his vitals are strong and he's still showing brain activity.. So this could just be his body's way of healing."
"But he ain't dead, right?"
"No sir, he's not dead.. We're moving him to a recovery room in the head trauma ward for now, so he can be monitored until he wakes up.. But if he doesn't wake up soon…" The doctor stopped again as the men all looked at him, tense and stubborn.
He turned and walked away abruptly after telling them when visiting hours started for the Trauma patients. Angel came back an hour later and he said quietly, "Sofi's bringin her here. Said she's okay, just not sayin much.. She's worried."
"Jacky's in a coma.. The doctors are sayin his vitals and shit are good, but… If he don't wake up.." Bobby filled his brother in as Angel asked, "So can we see 'im?"
"Next visiting hour is at 6 am." Bobby said quietly, taking a few deep breaths as he looked at his brothers and said quietly, "Mom woulda wanted us to go down to the chapel."
The three men filed onto the elevator and took it down to the chapel, praying for their brother's life because right now, he really couldn't do anything but try fighting for it internally.. And as Jack was wheeled out of the surgery room and into post op recovery in the Trauma ward, fighting for his very life is exactly what he was doing.
He stood in the middle of a white hallway, looking around, lost and confused.. Everything was immaculate, cold and sterile.. But then he heard the soft lilt of his moms voice and the song she used to sing to him on nights when his nightmares got so fucking bad he'd scream out and she'd come running to hold him, to comfort him. He pushed on the first door he found and he saw himself, cuddled up against Evelyn, one of his first nights under her roof.. She was singing and stroking his hair and he was starting to drift off.
"The choice is yours, Jack." her soft voice caressed his ears as he smelled the familiar smell of Evelyn's perfume and felt as if he were being embraced. "Take your time… But don't take too long, okay? Look behind the doors, remember.. I think once you have, and you've seen the few surprises behind one or two, Jack.. You'll know what Mom wants you to do."
And like that, the lights went out and she was gone again, leaving him alone again.
