Chapter 16:
People hurried about in the building. The intercom telling the professional personnel where to go exactly using code words like colors and numbers. The place was mainly painted in white on the inside and reeked of sterile chemicals, and the A/C was turned down way too low for comfort.
In one particular room of the well-lit building, sat the FLAG crew, all wearing deeply worried expressions on their faces. Bonnie trembling in Michael's arms, weeping while Devon sat in a chair next to them. Fingers laced together over his mouth, a distant look on his face and even more so in his teary grey eyes.
But one individual clearly spoke of more worry and fear than any of the others. He sat in the chair on the the other side of Bonnie and Michael. The young man was quiet with his head in his hands. Though if you looked close enough, you could see the small tremors that danced in his body. An occasional tear or two following to land on the cold, white tiled floor in response. Causing little scattered droplets around where his head hung in his hands.
Turns out Kitt really was sick. He some how managed to catch a nasty little virus that quite literally took over his immune system. His body's defenses were useless in trying to fight back, ending with Kitt's sudden change in appetite and such.
Karr blamed himself for it. He blamed himself for everything. If he had just paid a little more attention, taking everything into account from the start, maybe - just maybe - he could've stopped this from happening.
But he didn't.
He failed his baby brother.
His body grew tense in a desperate attempt to hold back a sob of despair. How could he have let this happen? How could he have allowed something like this to happen to Kitt?
The virus Kitt had was bad enough to send him straight to the NICU in order to treat him. And that's where the tiny precious infant has been since 6:30 this morning. They've had nurses come out to tell them how he was doing, but it never made a difference to Karr. He could give a bloody damn about words. He wanted to see Kitt, wanted to hold him.
But his offer was turned down with the worst thing imaginable. It made their hearts stop, eyes widen as unshed tears claimed their places. Bonnie sobbed, Michael and Devon struggled to keep it in check with painful shock.
And Karr...he collapsed.
His knees buckled and he fell from the chair, hot tears streamed down his face. Though his facial expression was blank. His baby brother's condition was critical right now and they needed to ensure that the treatments were working before they could see him.
But it was the secret meaning behind those words that tortured Karr. If Kitt didn't get better with the aggressive treatments, he would fall victim to it.
No. Karr couldn't let that happen. He couldn't imagine a world without his baby there. Karr needed Kitt. His life revolved around the youngest, and it would fall apart should the youngest no longer be there. His life would become a shattered piece of glass if his baby brother left him.
It was with a heavy heart Karr finally allowed his sobs to leave him. Each one a piercing cry to anyone who heard it.