Isaac tried to keep himself together as Shawn hung up the phone, looking stunned. The call wasn't necessarily about Aunt Julie, Shawn hadn't really said much on their side of the line. But Isaac had the feeling they weren't going to be that lucky.
"What is it Shawn?" The black guy, Gus was the first one to speak.
"A warehouse roof collapsed on her Gus." His voice was shaky, "The suspect they were tailing broke a support beam and..." Shawn trailed off.
Isaac could tell by the shocked silence in the room that everyone else also knew who "her" was.
Again, Gus was the one to break the ice. "So is she... you know.."
Shawn shook is head. "No, she's gonna be fine, right? I mean, a broken leg, a concussion, a few broken ribs, and a collapsed lung, isn't fatal right?"
Wow, Isaac was no doctor, but that many injuries sounded bad to him.
"That depends." Gus responded, "Did they say anything else?"
"Yeah, they said she may have something called tension neumthrax, whatever the hell that is."
"Do you mean tension pneumothorax?" Gus asked his eyes widening.
"That sounds bad." Drake whispered. It was the first time anyone besides the two best friends had spoken.
"It is," Gus agreed, "pneumothorax is when a lung collapses, but if air comes out of the lung when you breath and can't come back in it becomes tension pneumothorax." He explained. "The air outside the lung presses on other things in the chest, and can damage vital organs or cut off the blood flow to the heart if it's not treated fast enough."
Isaac let that sink in. Out of anyone in his non-immediate family, losing Juliet would probably be the worst. Even though she lived across the country, his aunt had always been there for him in a way that even his parents couldn't be. She was so easy to talk to, Isaac could tell her things he couldn't anyone else. They would talk on the phone every once in a while, and their conversations lasted hours, or until one of them realized that they had probably gone past their data limit. Of course, no one had said that she was going to die. Isaac could still easily have those moments back once Julie recovered. 'If she recovers,' the pessimistic side of him thought.
A sniffling sound interrupted Isaac's thoughts. He looked up to see Gus scrunching his face up in an odd way and crying.
Shawn, who had had his head in his hands, also looked up. "C'mon dude, really?"
"I'm a sympathetic crier, Shawn."
"I'm not crying! "
"You're crying on the inside."
Suddenly, Shawn put one foot on the table and a hand in the air. "Come one, let's pull ourselves together, we're men!" he said to the group.
From what Isaac had seen of Shawn, he was definitely the type of guy who would make big, dramatic, inspiring speeches that would only really work in movies. He guessed this was going to be one of those.
"And men are supposed to help women in times of need!" Shawn continued. "Especially women who have saved our asses more times than I can count, and not just because I can't count very high! At least she saves me and Gus's lives on a regular basis," Shawn trailed off, "I don't know about you guys." He gestured to Isaac, Finn and Drake. "Point being, Juliet has had our backs, now we need to have hers! So let's get over to the hospital and heal her with friendship, love, and a little bit of delicious flavor!" He picked up the pineapple on the table, and held it in the air, marching out the door, and towards the blueberry, like he was going into battle.
Isaac didn't know if that speech was supposed to be inspiring through drama, humor or both, but it worked. The rest of them followed Shawn out the door.