I DO NOT OWN JONAS

A warped, blood-curdling cry from downstairs made Joe drop his phone. Nearly breathless, he stumbled to pick it up, and heard gasping on the other line. Stella was recovering from a scream. "What was that?" She stammered, panicked. Joe opened the bathroom door, pausing in shock. He saw that Kevin was nowhere in sight, he had already gotten downstairs by that point. Stuttering, Joe could only manage one word in response to Stella's question: "Nick."

Seconds later, Stella knew, Joe was downstairs. She had been standing at Macy's back door, and ran to the kitchen to find her no longer there. "Macy's gone!" She told Joe, when she realized she was all alone in the house. Joe didn't answer. He could barley breathe. He had just found his younger brother lying in the middle of the floor.

Precious had backed away to a wall, shocked and shaking, too afraid to go near him. Kevin slowly approached, knowing he was going to regret that. He held out a hand to his younger brother. Nick just stared at it, the look in his eyes anything but normal, almost emotionless. When Kevin tried to pick Nick up off the floor, he scratched his arm violently, tearing skin down to his hand. Nick was too detached to realize he had his older brother's blood under his nails. He was choking on his own breath, too stunned to choke out an apology for what he hadn't even realized he d done.

Nick's sharp shallow breathing was the only sound heard in the firehouse for an agonizing half a minute. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he stayed there on the floor, staring at his shaking hands.

Joe put a comforting hand on Precious's shoulder. She jumped, even though it was a light touch, being so distracted by what she was watching. Despite what had just happened, Kevin was still going to try and calm Nick down. "Don't." Joe warned, sensing that. "We have to do something." Kevin argued, staying as quiet as possible. "We don t even know why he's—" Joe was cut off when Precious abruptly turned in his direction, a guilty sort of look in her eyes. He understood what that meant completely, and shut up.

"What can we do?" She whispered, hopeless. Kevin reached for Nick's hands again, getting a set of scratches on the other arm, to matched the first. This time Nick scratched harder.

Kevin still didn't scream. Instead, he just told Joe: "He doesn't even know what he's doing." Sadness showed in his voice. "He doesn't even think this is real." Joe added. Kevin looked up a the front door, just as it opened.

Macy walked in very slowly, not knowing whether to be more horrified about how she found Nick or what happened to Kevin. He tried to calmly cross his arms, so she wouldn't worry. His cuts stung. He ignored the pain.

Nick couldn't swallow anymore, which only made matters worse. Slowly, he rolled himself over, not wanting to see that world that spun around him. The others gasped at the sight, he fell limp... face down.

He's going to suffocate like that! Joe screamed, looking at his brother for help. They held a conversation with their eyes, and the girls exchanged worried glances.

Joe and Kevin dropped to their knees and picked Nick up by themselves. His automatic reaction was to try and fight them off. He scratched, slapped, pushed, punched and kicked, fighting for a life he thought he'd already lost. A life that wasn't even his own.

Precious and Macy were horrified, Nick's brothers were just relieved to have him off the floor, but they were afraid to put him down even if he hadn't stopped fighting. They knew he was shocked, everyone was, but they didn t understand why he kept trying to hurt them.

His abnormal breathing wasn't making the situation any better. Nick sounded like he was drowning in his own air. Both his brothers now had scratches across their faces, but they wouldn't let go of him. At least off the ground he was safe from hurting himself. This way, they figured things couldn't get any worse... until Nick spoke, in a voice that didn t even sound like his own.

"Leave me!" He stammered, fighting to try and make his brothers put him down. "Leave me!" He begged again, scaring everyone in the room. Precious was too shocked to move, and Macy didn t know what to do. Nick was looking directly at his brothers while they refused to put him down, but the look on his face told them that he was still distant, and at that point the knew than they did. His brothers were bruised and bleeding, but Nick was the one in the most pain.

Kevin was horrified when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Macy approaching. She seemed sure about whatever she was doing. Joe noticed she was coming closer too but, like Kevin, couldn't say anything while trying to hold Nick up without getting clocked in the face every five seconds.

Precious was just as distant as Nick in her state of shock, standing with her back on the wall, completely still. Nick had stopped pleading to be put down, and was now just crying while he tried to scream. He had hardly any energy left. His face was red and his angry tears nearly burned his skin. Macy had walked past the three brothers, took Precious by the hand, and was bringing her to face Nick.

Unable to speak, all Precious wanted to do was argue. She loved Nick, they all knew that, but he was in such bad condition. It was dangerous for him to see the person he feared for the most at the moment, right in front of his confusion-filled eyes.

Still, Macy stayed with her plan, and slowly pulled Precious to where she felt she needed to be. As soon as she was in Nick's view, he stopped flailing and fighting. He stared at her. Sadness took over the confusion in his eyes. "It's not fair." He whispered, looking directly at her. "It's just not fair." He paused for a second, calming a little, but still shaken by what he knew.

"When it's me, I can handle it." He told Precious, making silence fall everywhere else. "But when it's someone else, someone I care about... it's almost unbearable. His brothers finally felt it was safe to put him down. When they did, he got another shock to his system, realizing how much he'd hurt them.

Blood was still dripping. Nick buried his face in his hands, ashamed.

I've written more, I'll type it up soon. How was that?

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