A/N: Medical info was found on Google. If it's not accurate, I apologize.
One Wrong Turn-Defiant
"What are you doing?" Marshal hissed. " Get outside!"
"No." Tucker said, glaring at his father. "I'm not going anywhere."
Tucker stood his ground, his eyes focused on his father and a determined look on his face. He wasn't budging an inch.
"Do you remember me saying just mere seconds ago that there was a bomb in Divya and Evan's stomachs?" Marshal growled. "Do you WANT me to kill them?"
"Kill me already!" Tucker shouted back. "I'm done playing games with you! Let them go; it's obvious they're only here as a distraction for me, as a reason for me to go along with your little plan!"
Boris was about to spring to his feet as he saw the blood vessels pop out on Marshal's neck in a direct response to Tucker's behaviour. Divya grabbed his shoulder as the man waved his gun in the billionaire's direction.
"Shut the hell up!" Marshal reached across the space dividing him and his son. His hand slapped across Tucker's face- hard. The sudden blow sent the teenager careening to the floor. "Get your ass up! We have to go now!" When Tucker made no attempt to move, Marshal grabbed his son by his arm and pulled him up.
Divya whimpered miserably while Hank and Boris protested in loud unison from where they sat on the floor.
"NO!" Tucker shouted. He tried to fight against his father's grip, but it was too strong for him to withstand. Finally, Marshal let go, and Tucker was once again knocked to the ground. This time, Marshal turned his gun and pointed it at Divya.
The Indian woman gasped but then narrowed her eyes into thin slits of anger.
"I'll give you three more chances, Tucker. If you still decide to defy me, I'll shoot her, and if you do it again, I'll activate the bomb. If you still decide it's not worth it, Evan's bomb will go off."
It was Hank's turn to morph into a stampeding rhino, and this time Boris held on to the man's arm.
"Tucker, don't listen to him! Don't do it!" Divya shouted desperately. "I'll be fine, and so will Evan!"
"One…." Marshal started, cocking the gun and getting ready to shoot. Everyone sat paralyzed in fear at what was to going to happen next. Just as the bullet was about to leave the gun, Tucker jumped to his feet and ran the few inches there were in between himself and Divya. Just as the bullet made its way to Divya, Tucker found himself staring down the barrel of the gun. Not even two seconds later, a ripping pain shot through his stomach. He screamed as he doubled over, his arms automatically wrapping around his stomach. He felt the hot blood dripping out of his stomach. He was starting to feel dizzy and shaky from the amount of blood he was losing…
"Oh god…" he mumbled as his body collapsed to the floor. Hank quickly crawled over, assessing how serious the wound was.
"He's not going to make another five minutes." Hank said, his voice sounding serious and cold. "We have to get him to a hospital now!"
Marshal, who seemed frozen in place, just nodded his head. His body wasn't responding anymore, and the only thing he could think was 'My son is going to die, and it's all my fault.' He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he never thought Tucker was going to get hurt.
"Divya, call 911!" Hank yelled, jumping in to 'doctor mode'. Divya, who was still in shock, just nodded her head. She quickly got on her feet and started toward the person she wanted to talk to less than anyone else in the world.
Boris hovered in the background ready to intervene if Marshal raised his gun again. His concerned was unnecessary as Tucker's father cowered at the look of outrage on the woman's face. The PA was one pissed off lady!
"Marshal, if you want to help your son, you're going to have to give me your phone." Divya said, her voice sending chills down the man's spine. He fumbled in his pocket in search of his phone. Once he finally found it, he passed it to Divya. She didn't say a word as she walked away, cell phone in hand…..
In the meantime, Boris quickly searched through Marshal's pockets and with a tight look, he transferred the detonators into his own pockets. Next he removed the gun and through it across the floor, not entirely sure what else he could do with it since there wasn't safe place he could put it. He took a moment to scan the man's face, but he could see nothing threatening in his manner now. The man was completely overwhelmed by the sight of his son bleeding on the floor. Marshal was not going to be causing any trouble any time soon. With a harsh little push, Boris directed him to one of the windows.
The German finally made his way over to Hank and Tucker, who nearing unconsciousness by this point. "How much time?"
Hank took off his shirt and dabbed it at Tucker's wound, making the younger man whimper underneath him. "Hold on Tucker; I know it hurts, but there's a good chance you'll survive if you keep still. The ambulance is on its way, and the gunshot was more of a graze; it didn't tear too far back from your flesh." he reassured. Then, Hank looked up at Boris. "At best? Three minutes." Hank sighed.
"The ambulance is about four minutes behind." Divya said as she walked back to the group. "They tracked us down using the caller ID's GPS." Divya looked down at Tucker, examining the wound on his now bare stomach. If it were anyone else- like herself- she knew that they'd be fine. It was nonfatal, and it he hadn't jumped in front of her, he wouldn't be in danger of losing his life…
"Divya, it's not your fault…" Tucker managed to get out. "Don't blame yourself."
"I know." Divya whispered, choking back tears now. "It'll be all right. I won't let you die. You're my hero."
He smiled feebly as the woman bent to kiss his forehead.
'Wicked cool,' he remarked in a whisper before his eyeballs rolled into the back of his head.
"Does the ambulance know he's a hemophiliac?" Marshal asked, speaking out for the first time since Tucker was shot.
"Yeah, I made sure they knew. They pulled his blood type as well. I called Libby too, and she's on her way to the hospital with Tucker's Factor 8 supplies. The hospital is looking into getting more, but so far they've had no luck." Divya answered.
"Good." Hank nodded. "The wound may look bad-and considering the circumstances, it is- but he got lucky. If the bullet would have went all the way through or penetrate more skin and flesh, he would have been as good as dead."
"He's lucky an awful lot." Divya mumbled, thinking about all the accidents Tucker had been in and the ones he were most likely in before she even knew him.
"He's got some kind of 'good' on his side." Boris nodded, kneeling over the group protectively, still keeping a watchful eye on his old 'friend.' He couldn't wait to finally learn what all of this was about. What did Hank and Evan have to do with all of this?
"Yeah, he's got HankMed and Libby. What else could he need?" Hank said, attempting horribly to lighten up the atmosphere in there room, if not just for Tucker's sake. The kid didn't need anymore pressure and stress; something had to give.
"The ambulance is here!" Marshal shouted. He opened the door as three EMTs wheeled a gurney into the abandoned 'warehouse'. They quickly made their way over to Tucker and strapped him in to the gurney. The third EMT starting hooking a blood supply to the boy's arm as they made their way back to the ambulance.
"Are you Hank?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's me."
"You've dealt with the kid more than we have, and from what I've heard you've never had a dissatisfied client. Could you step in with us? I'd like your help with stabilizing him until we make it."
"Of course." Hank nodded. "And 2 and ½ minutes; pretty good timing."
"We heard he was a hemophiliac and rushed it. Ten seconds could be the difference between life and death for people with it." he nodded.
The EMT and Hank made their way into the ambulance before Hank got a chance to ask the man a question. "Could Divya, my physician associate, ride with us? I need her."
He had promised Evan that he would see the woman, and that was one promise that he was going to keep even if he had to carry her there on his back. Fortunately, that was not necessary as she happily hopped into the ambulance's interior. She was just as eager to get to Hampton's Heritage as everyone else was.
"We'll follow in Marshal's car." Boris said. Marshal shot Boris a worried look, questioning his antics. "He's still your son, Marshal, and you're still my friend. As long as you agree to turn yourself in after Tucker's stabilized, I won't have any problem with it."
"Of course." Marshal agreed, nodding his head. He knew that deep down he wasn't happy with being turned in, but he deserved it. He had shot his only son- his hemophilic son. On top of that, he had tried to pin a murder on Boris, someone who had tried very hard to be a good friend to him in the times when it was difficult to be a friend at all. Without saying another word, the two men climbed into Marshal's car and started following the speeding ambulance…