sorry for the wait guys but I really wanted this chapter clean and good before I uploaded it so thanks for being patient and this is one of the nicest chapters that i've written for the nightmare apart from the last chapter for Nightmare III - Brothers In Arms

Myles cried hard against the Captain's shoulder and The Captain couldn't stop the tears from falling from his own eye's. Myles gripped the Captains blue jumper but couldn't take his eye's off his dead brother who was lying motionless upon the streacher.

Everyone was so unfocused that no one noticed Tintin's fingers twichting and then his eye's started to move beneath his eye lids. Myles looked at his brother, seeing the slight change in his finger positions but convinced himself that he was just seeing things. Then the unbelievable happened. Suddenly Tintin inhaled sharply and he shouted out almost immedaitely.

"Myles! Captain!"

Myles stared in shock at his brother and almost immediatly began pushing his way to his brother. He slid across the floor and pushed through the paramedics so he could grasp his brothers hand. Tintin gripped him tightly back and then his eye's opened revealing his Kind hazelnut eyes to the world again. The paramedics got back to work, checking his pulse, assessing his breathing and injuries.

"Thats impossible?" The Captain breathed, in shock from what had just happened in front of his very eye's. Very slowly a smile began to find it's way across his face. As the paramedics pulled the the streacher, Tintin didn't let go of his brothers hand even as they were going up the stairs. The captain followed behind, still crying except this time they were tears of joy not sadness. Fortunately all of them managed to somehow clamber into the helicopter. Tintin was still at risk of dying so he wasn't out of the woods yet

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When they got to the Hospital, Tintin was pulled straight into A&E with Myles, The Captain running behind the streacher but as soon as Tintin was through tthe double doors leading to surgery, Myles felt strong hands pushing him away.

"I'm sorry you can't comeback here"

Myles was pulled back by another doctor and led into a large waiting room. The Captain helped him sit down on the seat and pulled him close. Myles couldn't bear to let the Captain go, he was being so comfronting.

"I can't lose him Captain, I just can't"

"I know Myles, I Know"

The Captain and Myles stayed like this for a bit then they separated and faced an even more daunting task, waiting for the news. After another half an hour the captain fell asleep but Myles was pacing the floor, preparing for either bad news or good news, or both, If that was even possible. Every step brought more misery, more worries and the more he thought about it the more problems and scares arose, just making it even worse.

Time seemed to dissapear so slowly from Myles' perspective, every minute had the feel of an hour and an actual hour felt so much longer. After a while he was sick and tried of watching the minutes tick away upon the lone solitary clock on the sanitary white walls of the hospital waiting room. Why was it taking so long? Could there really be so much damage Myles' thought. He remembered walking into the cell and just seeing his brother tightly bound to the fallen chair. Looking down he realised that his brothers blood was still coating his hands and although it had dried, he had to fight the urge to not rush to the bathroom to throw up. He was covered in his own brothers life force, the very thing that kept him alive and that thought slowly began to consume him untill it burst. He looked at the Captain, snoring gently upon the seat. You're so lucky to have a friend like the Captain bro, I wish I had the same luck, Myles' thought. So many emotions were running through his mind at that moment, Fear,anger,heartbreak and god knows how may more. He didn't want him to die, not after everything they had been through and even so this wasn't the way he would have wanted this to happen in the first place. They were all supposed to be on holiday. It was a time for relaxing, spending time together and unknown to Myles, the Captain thought of him the same as he did Tintin, even though they had only known each other for a short time. After pacing the floor god knows how many times for a period of at least four hours, a doctor in scrubs finally exited the door and motioned for Myles to approach and that didn't really take much as he was desperate to find out how Tintin was. He stared at the doctors facial features for what seemed like a minuet but still couldn't quite work out what the doctor was going to say.

"He surived the operation" the Doctor said with a slight smile on his face.

Those words made Myles want to jump for joy. As all of the tension in his face suddenly dissapeared and where replaced by tears of relief but as he looked back at the doctor he realised that wasn't the full story. The doctor still had a slightly grim look on his face and this unerved Myles' slightly.

"He didn't get off lightly though" The doctor said, his voice dropping slightly.

"What do you mean?" Myles questioned.

"He was very lucky. He had a lot of damage to his internal organs and we managed to stop the internal bleeding but he has a collasped lung that was caused by a lung pucture by one of his broken ribs, he's on a ventillator to aid his breathing. He's in the ICU. There's one other thing, he fell into a coma after surgery"

Myles' heart suddenly droppped a thousand metres. He knew there would be a catch as it's Tintin's thypical MO in this kind of situation.

"You can see him if you want, If you follow me.."

"Wait a sec..."

Myles paced over to the Captain and gently shook the elder man, getting a response almost immediatly.

"Whats going on?" he asked sleepily followed by a long yawn.

"Captain, Tintin's okay, We can go and see him"

The Captain pulled himself up from the seat and gripped Myles' shoulders, pleading to his head that this wasn't a dream.

"What? He's okay?" he said, stunned by what Myles was telling him, given the nature of the injuries that Muller had inflicted upon him. They both let the Doctor lead them to Tintin's room but as they approached the ICU the Captain's face changed considerarbly.

"He is. Its... He...erm.. It may be a while for him to get back to normal"

As they approached Tintin's room and walked up to the window that revealed the fallen friend and brother they got a bigger shock than they thought. From where they were standing they could see all the bandages wrapped around Tintin's chest and saw that the arm that had had been stabbed was elevated in a sling to take the pressure off. All sorts of leads were attached to his other arm but there was one thing that upset Myles the most and that was Tintin's exceptionally pale complextion. He looked like an empty shell espically with the ventillator inserted down into his throat to help him breathe. They could hear the lifeline of Tintin bleeping bit by bit upon the heart monitor. They both desperately wanted to go in but were scared to.

"You can go in and see him if you like" the Doctor said before walking away down the corridoor and dissapearing through another set of double doors. Myles felt really compelled to go in but didn't want to be selfish due to the fact that the Captain thought the world of Tintin and cared just as much as he did so he remained outside. Myles walked up to the glass, resting his head against the glass. He placed his hand flat on the glass and stared deeply into Tintin's healing heart. All he could hope was that Tintin made a full recovery and desperately prayed that, that moment would come sooner than he thought.

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