A/N: I was depressed on lack of reviews, and all those story alerts without reviews was so sad. I thought I did good. This is overall the best work I have ever done in my life! But I don't know what you thought. To those few who reviewed earlier, thanks. It means so much to me you'll never know how much. You might need a tissue for this part.
Johnny opened his eyes feeling as though his head was going to explode. He could see the sunlight coming down through the overhang of leaves, and heard a chirping sound overhead. He tried to move and couldn't. 'Oh man, I broke something.' He felt like he was floating. He found himself looking down from above the tree and saw himself. 'Hey, that's me. That's not good. There's Roy and the doc…they look concerned. But I am fine, in fact I never felt better. Strange thing is I always thought I'd go rescuing someone from a fire, not like this.' "Roy, Doc…I'm okay. It's okay." Johnny looks around at the sound of a voice, and saw his grandfather standing in a light motioning to him. He smiled and began to move towards him. "I'm coming gramps, I've missed you..."
Roy ran over to the drop and looked down. "Johnny!" All he saw was dust and heard the sounds of Johnny crashing into bushes. It was rocky and broken tree branches lay down the cliff and Johnny had just rolled over them.
Brackett turned at the sound of all the commotion and saw dirt fly and Roy go running he ran over there too and looked down. "Do you see him?"
Roy shook his head and walked over to a less steep hill and started to go down.
"What are you doing? Roy you might fall too." He grabbed him by the back of the collar. "Do we have any rope in our equipment? You could go get it and I can go down there. I can check him."
"I don't care!" Roy pulled away and slid down and made it halfway when he saw Johnny lying beside a tree not moving. "No." He ran over there almost falling a few times. He put his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse…
Doctor Brackett was right behind him and reached past to check Johnny. When he couldn't find a pulse in the arterial pulse in his neck he tried for the one in the wrist. "Don't you do this boy! He looked at Johnny's face which had only a bruise on his right cheek and a dent in the Zygomatic bone. Brackett checked the neck as Roy moved over to let the doctor work. Brackett felt the neck and found damage to 3rd and 4th cervical vertebrae. They couldn't move him and it was going to make it hard to treat him. But Brackett looked at Roy. "Roy I'll do the depressions, don't tilt his head back, his neck is broken." Roy grabbed Johnny's chin and moved it opening his mouth and began to breathe into it. Brackett was doing the compressions worried that they were wasting their time.
Ten minutes later Brackett sat back, he looked down at Johnny as he sat down hard. He didn't want to have to say the word it was always hard to deal with death of a patient. But it was a lot harder when that patient was a friend. He put a hand out to Roy, who had started the compressions himself frantically. "Roy, stop."
"No! Help me! We can save him!"
"Roy, it's too late. We…lost him." Said Brackett softly as he got up and walked a few away with his back turned to them.
"No! Help me damn it!" He looked down at Johnny's slightly bluish lifeless face his eyes half open. His own eyes starting to tear up. "Please…Come back." He broke down, what was he going to tell the guys? How was he going to explain it? What is Dixie going to say, she'll be heartbroken.
Dr. Brackett climbed back up the hill and grabbed a blanket and slowly went back to Roy's side and handed him the blanket. "Come on Roy. We need to take him up and we need to call someone to come get us."
"No." Roy's voice was low and full of hurt. "We gatta do something, anything. He can't be gone." He grabbed Brackett's shirt and shook him. "You are the great OR doctor, you can fix anything! Fix him! Please."
"I wish I could Roy. I wish I could." Brackett watched as Roy collapsed on the ground, broke down started to shack. This was going to be hard on him.
Roy was now wishing his wife was there for moral support. He missed his best friend already.
The next day Brackett went into work and looked around for Dixie finding her in the coffee room. She turned around and gave him a big smile but once she looked into his eyes her smile died. "What is it?"
"Dix, its John." He took a deep breath. "He's gone."
"What do you mean gone?" Part of her knew the answer already but she hoped she was wrong or even better dreaming.
"He fell off a cliff and…" He turned around refusing to look at her. "He didn't make it. Me and Roy tried everything we could but it was no use."
Dixie felt different emotions go through her at the same time. She dropped to the tile floor and buried her head in her hands and started to cry. Brackett came over and got down with her and held her.
Captain Stanley received the phone call of John's death and how it happened and why Roy wouldn't be coming in for a week or two. "Ok, thanks." He hung up dread on his face and walked into the other room.
They guys were joking around and waiting for roll call to be done. The Captain came in sorrow on his face and looked at them. "Guys, I have something to tell you all, I don't really know a good way to say it so I'm just going to say it." He took a deep breath and let it out. "While John and Roy were camping they has an accident and John fell off a cliff and he didn't make it."
Chet's eyes went wide. "That's not funny Cap."
"I'm not kidding Chester. Johnny's dead. I'm sorry fellas. Roy will be back in two weeks." He walked back into his office and shut his door leaving the guys standing there wide mouthed. Things were never going to be the same around there again. Chet lowered his head as tears ran down his face and into his mustache, he had lost his friend, no more pranks, no more of Johnny coming up with crazy ideas, no more…Johnny.
A/N: I'm sorry. Please don't kill me! It was so heartbreaking for me to writing this. And I feel so guilty. Please review. Do you think I should write one where he doesn't die?
He will live. :)