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"Doing an injury puts you below your enemy; Revenging one makes you but even with him; Forgiving it sets you above him." -Benjamin Franklin

Was this what it felt like to die? Or was Lucas's spirit doomed to roam restlessly through the unconscious plains.

He didn't like to dwell on the past, but it seemed that whenever a problem reared its ugly head, the past would come back to kick him in the ass.

That's exactly what had gotten him here. Felix. He really hated that guy, now there was a bitter moron. What had Brooke ever seen in him, sure he acted all macho, but when it came down to it, the guy was absolutely brainless.

And it was weird, after he had lost consciousness the last time his mind had cleared completely. He was free to think without feverish improbabilities clouding his judgement.

White mist consumed him, and he walked aimlessly, dwelling on his thoughts.

His mother had shunned him for things he had no control over, it didn't bother him as much anymore though, he knew in his heart his mom didn't mean it. It just hurt when she said the things she did.

He loved his friends more than words could describe.

If he had to leave the world the way he thought he was going, he knew that his friends and family would be devastated.

But he had no alternative, nothing to fall back on. He had no idea had to save himself, no idea how to bring himself back.

Dan worked frantically. He couldn't lay Lucas flat on his back, Lucas's arms were held securely to the metal fence with steel handcuffs.

He clambered to his feet; maybe he could find some pruning shears in the club. Throwing open the door to the teen nightclub he ran with speed and agility that he thought he had lost in his teen years.

He looked around trying to find someone that might possibly be able to help him; he was frustrated to find the club absolutely deserted.

That couldn't faze him now, he needed to find the janitors closet.

"Finally!" he spoke bitterly.

Jiggling the door handle, Dan found the door was locked. He balled his fist and slammed through the glass window. It stung and hurt like hell, but that didn't stop his frantic search.

He reached his hand inside the door and turned the knob from inside. To his relief the door opened.

Mops, brooms, a vacuum, and boxes of crap . . . Pruning shears.

Dan ignored the blood dripping from his hand, and he darted outside.

Lucas hadn't moved, his body still hung limply.

The metal handcuff's were cut and discarded quickly.

Dan laid Lucas down flat on the ground; he tilted Lucas's head back and breathed into his body. Lucas's chest moved up and down with the force, but did nothing more.

Dan started compressions. 1 . . .2 . . .3 . . . 4 . . .5.

"Come on Lucas, fight for me!" Dan coached; he couldn't let Lucas give up.

Lucas was the only person that had actually managed to chip some ice off of his ice-cold heart.

"Dan is that you?" A woman's voice answered behind him.

"Karen, I found Lucas! Go call 911."

Karen was now running towards Dan. "Oh my God, Lucas!"

"Karen, go call 911! Lucas doesn't have time for you to just stand there!" Dan blared, trying to snap her out of shocked state.

Karen nodded, and with her mouth still open in shock, she turned and ran into the club.

Dan continued compressions for five minutes, when finally a horrible gurgling sound answered him.

Lucas was rolled over when gout of bile shot from his mouth.

"That's it son, spit it out." Dan coached.

Dan waited aimlessly for some ounce of his normal color to come back to his face and lips. But Lucas's body parts remained the same sickly color.

"How is he?"

Dan looked up to see Karen hovering over them.

"He wasn't breathing, but he held on. He needs to get to a hospital, I think he might have some eternal bleeding, his arm his definitely shattered. Maybe some of his ribs are fractured." Dan informed her.

She kneeled next to her son, a part of her wanted to pull him up in her arms and hold him. Someone had hurt her baby, her only son.

A light hand on her shoulder pulled her from her reverie.

"Excuse me ma'am, we'll take over," It was a EMT, he looked so young, not even old enough to have graduate from high school.

Dan pulled Karen to her feet and held her in a tight embrace. "He's gonna be okay."

Karen had to believe it, how could she possibly go on without her pride and joy.

"Go on Karen, you go with Lucas, and I'll go get everyone."

She was to pained to answer him, she only nodded and let the EMT guide her behind the stretcher and into the ambulance.

TBC . . .