Gregg shoved everyone into the supply shed and locked it behind them. There were no windows, and the only door to get out was the one with the heavy lock on it. Danny propped Jamie up against the wall and turned to the kids and leader.
"Okay, guys. I know we not be in the best of situations but I promise that we'll be alright. I need everyone to remain calm and when I give instructions, you listen."
"Is he going to die?" A little chubby boy asked, pointing to Jamie.
Danny did his best to give a reassuring smile,
"Nah, my brother is a cop too. Cops are strong."
The little boy nodded and sat on the floor slightly rocking back and forth.
Danny went over to Jamie and poured water from a water bottle onto a cloth and placed it over Jamie's gunshot wound. He looked up at his brother to see if even that caused major discomfort but all Jamie did was stare straight ahead, almost as if he were hypnotized. He didn't blink, didn't move, nothing.
"Please don't be going into shock, Jamie." Danny mumbled.
"Jamie!" He lightly hit him on the cheek. "Snap out of it!"
Jamie grunted and started to fall over but Danny caught him and laid him down on the concrete floor.
"It hurts so much," Jamie whispered.
"I know, I know, Little Brother. Just please stay with it a little longer. I am going to get us all out of here, and you're soon going to go to the hospital and get fixed up real soon."
"Are the kids okay?"
"Yeah, they are all fine. Definitely doing better than you at the moment."
Jamie smiled, "Some day off."
Danny grinned and was about to reply when a kid gasped and called for Danny.
"You have to see this!" The boy shouted.
Danny walked over to him and looked at what the boy was pointing to. What he saw gave him hope. Oh please let this be what I think it is.