It seems like I start every chapter off with an apology. Gosh. But I am sorry I took so long. I had a GINORMOUS project due in chemistry today and didn't have time to work on anything but that all week.

Enjoy

Nick never thought that he would ever have any reason to hate a color. Colors are colors, they don't do anything to you. But at that moment he hated a color very much.

White.

That color drove him crazy. Everything near him was white, the floor, the walls, the chairs, the desk. Even the people walking around him, carrying charts and looking busy were wearing white. He didn't think he'd ever be able to wear white again.

The only thing he hated more than the color white at that moment was the clock that hung in the middle of the white wall, directly in front of him. The hands on it just didn't seem to want to move for him today.

"Don't just sit there and stare at the clock," Kevin had told him. "It'l only make time go by slower."

But here he was, staring at the clock, wishing it would hurry up and get to where he wanted it to be.

The doctor had told them that it would a few hours until Joe was out of surgery. Nick shuddered at the thought of them cutting into his brother. He just wanted him to be okay.

It had taken about an hour, but Mr. Jonas had finally convinced Mrs. Jonas to go back to the hotel to shower and rest. Nick and Kevin however refused to leave.

"Come on guys," their Dad had said. "The doctor said he won't wake up anytime soon after his surgery. We'l be bac kbefore he even knows we left."

Nick had turned him down, not even looking away from the clock, "I'm not going back their until Joe goes with me." Kevin had nodded in agreement so their parents left the hospital, telling them they'd be back soon.

That had been about an hour ago. One more and Joe would be out of surgery.

The silence of the hospital waiting room was interupted when a few nurses went rushing down the hallway, pagers in hand.

"He coded," one said to the other.

Kevin stood on shaky legs. He had a feeling it was his little brother they were talking about. He looked to Nick, hoping he hadn't heard the nurse.

Nick was looking at him with a scared expression. "You don't think it's him do you?"

Not being able to lie to him, yet not being able to break his heart, he sat down closer to him and said, "I don't know, Nick. I don't know."

Nick leaned closer to his brother, not liking the answer.

"But that doesn't mean..."

"No!" Kevin said. "Don't think like that. He's gonna make it. Just have faith man."

Nick nodded and laid his head on Kevin's shoulder. He closed his eyes and hoped that his brother would be alright.

Blake sat in his father's black Pontiac Grand Prix in the parking lot across from the hospital. He had managed to convince his dad to stay away, fearing he would do something irrational and mess things up worse.

Their plans had been messed up royaly the second the took Joe instead of Nick. They should have known better. For months they had made plans, ran through possible senarios, but not once did the thought that his brothers would come to his rescue cross their minds.

Blake had always seen them as rich, snobby, stars. But he knew that wasn't right anymore. He knew that they cared about eachother more than anything else. It made him think about how he used to care about his sister like that.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Kasey.

He knew how much she loved the boys that they had just held hostage. It made his heart ache to think of what she would be saying. He knew that she wouldn't blame anyone. Especially not the three people that made her happier than anything. That was just the kind of person she was.

The Jonas Brothers.

Almost as if the radio picked up his thoughts, the Jonas Brothers song, When You Look Me In The Eyes, came on. He reached to turn it off quickly but stopped, his hand on the power button.

As he listened to the soft chords and the romantic lyrics, he could't keep him self from picturing his little sister singing along to it in the car with him as she had so many times before. She had always had a smile on her face while they were playing.

He felt tears come to his eyes, and he silently prayed for her forgivness. He knew that it was no ones fault other than the man that killed her, but his dad didn't.

His dad blamed one person and one person only.

And that was Nick Jonas.

Blake didn't want to help with this anymore. He wanted to move on, like Kasey would want him to do. But his dad was the only thing he had left. So he was left with no choice but to help him.

Unfortunatly, he had to make Nick Jonas pay.

He shut the radio off, bringing silence to the car, and watched the hospital doors.

Doctor Wheeler smiled slightly as he looked at the two sleeping boys in front of him. The older ones arm wrapped protecivly around his little brother. His heart went out to them both.

He looked around and saw that the parents were no longer their. Relunctently, he shook Nick and Kevin awake, feeling bad for disturbing them.

"Boys," the word had barely left his mouth when both of them were on their feet.

"How is he?"

"He's okay right?"

Doctor Wheeler clasped his hands together. He looked from younger brother to older brother, seeing how concerned they were just by seeing their expressions.

"He made it through the surgery."

Nick and Kevin felt a weight lift off their hearts. They sighed in relief.

"Thanks God," Nick mumbled.

"There were some complications during the surgery though," he told them. They deserved to know.

"What?" Kevin asked quietly.

"About two hours into the operation, his heart stopped on the table."

Nick felt the weight slam back onto his heart. His brother had been dead. Sure he was alive now, but they came so close to losing him forever.

"The trauma, bloodloss, and overall shock to his body just proved to much for him to handle," Dr. Wheeler said to them. "We managed to revive him with the a large number of assistance."

Kevin remembered the nurses running down the hallway.

"The rest of the surgery went alright. We repaired the internal bleeding and any damage that we could. I've never seen anyone with such extinsive injuries live through a surgery like that. Your borther is one strong person."

"We know," Kevin said proudly.

"We've moved him into the ICU. He's stable for now. We are going to monitor him for the next couple of hours."

Nick cleared his throat, "He's gonna be okay though, right?"

The doctor looked at him thoughtfully. "We've done all we can. It's all really up to Joe now. Their are no guarantees."

Kevin put his arm around Nick, "Can we see him?"

"We're getting him situated right now. We don't usually allow visitors this soon after surgery, but I think we can make an exception. I'll come and get you when hes ready. It'l only be a moment."

"Thank you," Kevin said.

Knowing Joe made it through surgery made him feel slightly better. Knowing that he still might not make it, didn't. But if it was up to Joe, then he would fight as hard as he could to stay with them.

He pulled out his cell phone and called his parents. After about a 5 minute explanation, Kevin turned back to Nick. He was standing akwardly with his hands at his sides.

"You alright?"

"I'm scared," Nick said looking at the floor.

"He's gonna be alright. You'l see," Kevin said, trying to comfort him. Trying to believe his own words. He hugged his brother close, Nick burrying his head in Kevin's shoulder.

Doctor Wheeler walked around the corner interupting the brotherly exchange. "Boys?" He said.

They both looked up.

"We're ready for ya."

Okay. So I've obviously decided that Blake isn't as bad as we thought he is. But hes still bad to the extent of gaining his fathers love. So now I'm thinking of a good way to get Cane back into the story cause I don't know about you guys, but I'm not ready to end it yet.

So if you have any ideas... id love to hear them. I've got a vague plan for it but I'd still like to hear what you guys want.

Tell me what you think please.