I am a horrible excuse for a human being...hahah I am so so so sorry this took so long! I've been so overwhelmed with homework and what not I just kept forgetting! No excuses, again i'm sorry! Hopefully I'll be able to update sooner after this. Thanks for your patience and please review!
Side note: i know absolutely NOTHING about medicine and medical jazz, so just put up with me and pretend it's right. hahaha anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!
No, no, no! This cannot be happening! I am not too late.
"JAMIE!" Danny screamed at his youngest brother's limp body. He put his face near Jamie's mouth. To his relief, he felt air against his cheek. Labored, but still there.
"WHERE'S EMS? I NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!" screamed Danny.
"Okay, Jamie, listen to me. It's Danny. I'm here. He won't hurt you anymore; I'll make sure of that, but you hang on. You know Dad can't lose another son," then voice-cracking Danny whispered, "I can't lose you."
Jackie came running over, "Danny, EMS isn't here. Get him up, we're taking him to the hospital."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EMS ISN'T HERE?"
"Danny, we went in before we were set, come on we gotta go!"
Danny picked up his youngest brother and carried him to the car. He sat in the backseat, Jamie pulled up to his chest. He kept pressure on his wounds. Jackie had sirens on, speeding to the nearest hospital.
"I called Saint Christopher's, they have a team ready for him," Jackie informed her partner.
Jamie's labored breaths were scaring Danny. He prayed for each one to come, but cringed when he heard the pain behind it.
"ETA TWO MINUTES!" Jackie called.
"Alright, Jamie, remember when we were kids and we were playing hide and go seek and I told you that if I couldn't find you for an hour, you'd win? And you hid in the attic? And I wasn't looking for you; I was just trying to get you away from me? You got so sick from hiding up there…I'm sorry; I'm so sorry Jamie. I told you then I'd never leave you again and I've kept that promise this long. Don't make me break it, you here me Jamie? You gotta come out now, no more hiding."
As soon as Danny finished, he waited to hear for that next painful breath. Silence.
"Jamie? JAMIE!" Danny leaned forward to hopefully feel air coming from his baby brother's mouth. Nothing.
Jameson Reagan had stopped breathing.
"No no no! Come on kid! BREATHE!"
Finally, Jackie pulled up to the Emergency Room's entrance. The trauma team was waiting. Danny guided his brother's body out of the car, gently as to not injury him anymore.
"He stopped breathing about a minute ago, I didn't know what to do!" Danny called out to the doctors. Danny followed the team almost into the trauma room until a nurse stopped him.
"Sir, you need to wait out here. We'll come tell you something when we know," the nurse told him.
Danny watched his baby brother's shirt get cut off to expose the purple bruises across the parts of his chest that weren't covered in his blood. He suddenly felt nauseous.
Jackie was then behind him rubbing his back saying, "It's okay Reagan, he's still alive. He's alive."
As soon as the words left her mouth, doctors started yelling. Then Danny saw the thing that scared him most of all: a single parallel line running across the heart monitor. Then Danny heard the thing that scared him most of all: a loud single beep penetrating his skull.
Everything around him suddenly turned hazy. Don't do this Jamie. Come on; you're a Reagan. You're a fighter. Don't leave us, don't leave me.
Danny slid to the ground with his back against the wall, fearing to see his brother be pronounced dead. Jackie placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed, reassuring him.
"He's back, Danny, he's back. Come on; let's go to the waiting room. You don't want to watch this. "
Danny blindly followed her and for the first time looked down at his shirt. His previously white shirt was covered in blood, Jamie's blood. Danny told his partner he was going to go to the bathroom to try and get some of his brother's blood off of him.
He looked at himself in the mirror. Who are you? You let another one of your brothers get hurt. First Joe, now Jamie? What kind of brother are you? He began to scrub his hands raw, trying to remove the red that was encompassing his arms. Aren't older brothers supposed to protect their younger siblings? What are you going to do now, let Erin get hurt?
"NO!" Danny screamed, punching the mirror. He fell to the floor, sobbing. First you can't protect them, not you're going to cry like a little baby? You call yourself a man. Then strong arms surrounded him pulling him into a hug.
"It's okay, son. It's Jamie. He'll pull through. Thank you for finding him. Thank you, Danny. Thank you."
Danny Reagan, supposedly the strong stoic type, was crying into his father's arms. Little did he know, however, that his strong stoic father was crying too.
WOO! Feels good to have updated. Anywayz please review and I'll try to update a lot faster this time! thank you!