"Ma, I don't feel so good," and his body goes slack in her arms.
She screams, "Michael!"
Panicking Madeline quickly checks for a pulse. Finding one she is relieved. She gently lays him down. His eyes flutter open when he comes in contact with the cold, wet ground.
"I'll be right back," she promises. His eyes flutter shut and she hurries back to her car.
She dials the first person she can think of.
It rings once, twice, "Damn it Sam answer your phone!"
It rings one more time before it goes to voicemail, "You've reached Sam, you know what to do." It beeps, "Sam, it's Maddy, I'm at Michael's. He's hurt. He's hurt bad! I need your help!"
She shuts her phone ending the call then reopens it to dial 911 when it starts ringing.
"Oh, thank God!" She yells in greeting.
"What's wrong Maddy? I just did miss your call," Sam replies instantly alarmed at Madeline's ragged breathing on the other end of the line.
"I don't know! I found him at the bottom of the steps, he's covered in blood, and I don't know what to do!"
"Maddy! Maddy, slow down! I can barely hear you over the rain! You found who?" Sam asks confused.
"Michael! My son!" Madeline shouts into her cell phone.
It takes Sam a split second to comprehend what Madeline is telling him before it sinks he and he is able to ask, "Is he alive? Is he breathing? Where's he hurt?" Sam asks, his chest tightening in anticipation.
"Yes! I think so! He's bleeding from his side. I put his belt over the area. He was able to talk to me then he passed out." She's frantic. Sam's momentarily relieved by the answer.
"Are you at the loft?" Sam asks, already packing a gym bag of supplies and heading to his car.
"Yes!" Madeline replies.
"I'm on my way, call Fi," Sam orders sliding into his vehicle starting the engine.
"I will, once I call for an ambulance," Madeline reasons as she stares through the rain and windshield wiper blades watching as her son slowly writhes on the ground.
"No! You can't! He can't go to the hospital!" Sam adamantly argues.
"Why not Sam, he's in pain! He's injured!" Madeline is getting even more upset, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.
"It'll raise too many questions," Sam replies somberly understanding Maddy's unease.
"Oh, that's right, my son, the ex-spy! What's going on Sam? What has my son been up to?" She's angry now gripping her phone in a vice, "What am I supposed to do, just sit around and watch him die?"
"No. Stay with him, I'll be there soon!" Sam ignores her earlier questions and is hoping she is exaggerating on Michael's condition.
"Hurry Sam!" Madeline urges.
"I'm on the way! I'll be there as soon I can!" Sam reassures her.
She slams her phone shut ending the call. She immediately reopens it and calls Fiona. Fiona answers after the first ring.
"Hello Madeline," Fiona greets with no emotion in her voice, Madeline doesn't seem to catch the difference between Fi's usual greeting and this one.
"Fiona!" She cries desperately.
"What is it?' Fiona asks startled, instantly feeling sick with dread. She knows.
"You need to come quick. I'm at Michael's." Madeline looks back over at Michael willing him to be okay when she notices that he has now completely stopped moving.
"I don't think that's a good idea, we had a little argument today," Fiona replies, not willing to say more realizing Madeline probably doesn't know what's going on and that she's just paranoid. Michael wouldn't tell her, would he?
Madeline finally catches on to the tone of Fiona's voice, it was filled with disdain, anger, and yet a bitter sadness, "Fi what did you do to him?"
"Nothing!" She shouts. "He seemed okay when I left him." Fiona gets defensive, "Why don't you ask him what he's done?"
"I can't! He's unconscious! He's hurt Fiona, I don't know if he's going to make it!" Madeline is near hysterical, yelling into the phone.
"What do you mean you don't know if he's going to make it? What the hell are you talking about?" Fiona starts out shouting but her voice comes down to a whisper.
"You need to get over here now!" Madeline leaves no room for argument.
Madeline doesn't know what in the hell is going on but she knows Fiona has something to do with. But she also knows that Sam and Fiona are the only ones that can help her help her son.
Fiona paces in her living room and bumps into the furniture, "Damn it!" she yells in frustration. She can not in good conscious stay a moment longer. She grabs her car keys and gets into her car frustrated at herself and slams the door.
The sound of the wiper blades squeaking coupled with the pounding of the rain on the windshield makes Fiona tenser as her emotions are already running high. She cries out in emotional pain as she finally lets herself breakdown, tears rolling down her face as the weight of her, their situation comes down upon her.
"Damn you Michael Westen, you couldn't have just let me leave in peace! Haven't you done enough?" She sobs, banging her hands on the steering wheel right as she hits a wet spot on the road.
The car hydroplanes, and as the car whips around she thinks, 'This is it, this is how I'm going to die, in a fucking car accident! I'm not ready to die! Not like this! Not now! Not with-'