A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. This one's a little short, sorry.

Gordon's POV

Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

"-the, dammit, breathe!" I heard from a distance.

I felt a pressure on my chest. Then I felt myself coughing, and I felt water passing my lips. I felt by body roll over and continue coughing. After what felt like a lifetime, I stopped coughing and drew in a ragged breath.

"Gordon? Open your eyes. Come one, Gordon. Open your eyes," I heard. Who is that? Are they talking to me?

"Gordon, please. I need you to open your eyes."

Yes, they are definitely talking to me. I squeezed my eyes closed tighter before cracking them open just a little.

"Thank God! Gordon, can you hear me?" Someone asked. I nodded my head, or at least I think I did.

"Gordon, hey, look at me. Two is on her way home. It won't take long, but I need you to stay awake."

Awake? But I'm so tired.

"Did you hear me? Stay awake. Please. Open your eyes."

My eyes are closed?

"Gordon, I need you to open your eyes again. You have to stay awake."

I'm sorry. I just can't get them to open. I'm too tired. My mind started to fog, and I could not make out anything else the man said. I could not stay awake any longer and felt myself give in to the welcoming darkness.

Virgil's POV

"Shit! Gordon! Wake up!" I called, shaking my younger brother. Sadly—and frustratingly—I got no reply.

At least he's breathing again, I thought.

"Tracy Island? Thunderbird Five?" I said over the coms. "He's breathing, but unconscious." Even though I could not see my brothers, I knew that they relaxed just a bit at my words.

"Good. We'll have the infirmary ready when you get here," Scott called back.

"FAB," I said. I returned my attention to Gordon; I checked his pulse—weak, but steady. Once I was satisfied that my brother was no longer dying, I started checking him over for other injuries—nothing more than a small bump on his head.

Within minutes, we reached Tracy Island. As soon as Two was on the ground, I rushed Gordon to the infirmary; Scott and Alan met us there. I hooked Gordon up to a heart monitor and respirator. Once I was sure—yet again—that Gordon was okay, I switched off my "Medic Mode". I breathed out a sigh and sat beside Gordon's bed. Scott moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder, and Alan took a seat on the other side of the bed. After a moment, I slumped in my chair and put my head in my hands.

Scott squeezed my shoulder before saying, "You did good, Virgil." I shuddered.

"I couldn't do anything," I whispered. I heard Alan shift in his seat and Scott squeezed my shoulder yet again.

"You did good," Scott repeated. "You might not have been able to help him in the water, but you saved him once he was out. You did good." I lifted my head slightly, meeting Alan's sad gaze and small smile.

"I guess," I whispered. Scott patted my shoulder, rested his other hand on Gordon's leg for a second, and then quietly walked out of the room.

Alan stood slowly before saying, "You saved Gordon, that's what's important, not that you 'couldn't do anything,'" putting air quotes around the last three words, and then he followed Scott out of the room.

I stayed in the infirmary; I just could not bring myself to leave Gordon's side.

I know that this isn't my fault, but I wish that I could've done something.

"Wake up soon, little brother," I whispered.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. Sorry if the ending feels a little weird.