Just Another Teenage Thing.

The story has been prompted by H20xspelboundfanx and a guest. Their joint prompt for the story was Jason falls into a diabetic coma, with reactions from the rest of the family.

Hope you all enjoy guys!

Music boomed through the tiny council house one Friday night, shaking it to it's very foundations. Said house was also full of students from Hollyoaks High, all getting more and more wasted with every passing minute, living in the moment and enjoying what it meant to be a teenager in the 21st century.

There was no grand reason for this party, it wasn't halloween, Christmas or any other yearly tradition nor was it the end of exams. No, Sadie Turner's parents had simply gone away for the weekend and so to celebrate, she had invited the majority of the year to come over, as long as they provided their own drink of course.

Two members of the party were the Roscoe twins, both involved in an incredibly gripping game of beerpong, half a dozen or so others watching intently. Robbie whooped drunkenly as he neatly threw the ping-pong ball straight into Jason's final cup of beer.

He couldn't help but laugh loudly as his brother grimaced before downing the drink, placing the cup on the side, whilst others commiserated his loss. The pair split soon after, letting others play the classic drinking game and choosing to find some other friends.

"Gonna go out for a fag mate," Robbie shouted over the music, gesturing to the back door, that led to the tiny garden, where at least half a dozen others were sat, all smoking and chatting jovially.

"And to talk to Katy?" Jason teased, arching a brow as he mentioned the latest girl to take Robbie's fancy.

"Shut up yeah?" Robbie growled, though his tone held no heat and even if it did, the whole effect would have been ruined by the faint shade of pink that his cheeks had now turned.

The twins separated for the first time that night, Robbie practically lighting up his cigarette before he was outside, whilst Jason re-entered the living room, the main hub of the party.

It was full to the brim, drunken teens dancing and gyrating against one another, and as Jason went to get another beer he was grabbed by the waist and pulled into a drunken, furious kiss by a girl in his English class.

They separated after a few moments, a drunken haze clouding both of their eyes. "Shots?" She asked breathlessly, dragging him over to one of the sofas before Jason could say anything. "One more Dan."

The blonde guy that Jason swore he'd never seen in school before didn't pause, filling up another line of shot glasses, and sliding them over the small coffee table to Jason who took them, somewhat nervously.

He'd never been a big drinker and wasn't particularly fond of making a tit out of himself so soon into the new school year, where as the newbie, he was still relatively unknown.

"Scared?" The brunette asked (Lisa, Jason reminded himself), giggling slightly.

Jason didn't answer, though he lifted his first glass along with the others and took the shot, trying not to gag as the foul liquid hit the back of his throat. By time all four had been taken, Lisa and Dan were giggling loudly about absolutely nothing whilst another girl had quickly departed after her second shot, to be violently sick in the toilet. Jason could only hope that she had made it.

Jason himself didn't feel any different, though when he went to stand and the room began to spin, he realised that yes, the alcohol had affected him. A lot.

It took a further two attempts, but Jason finally managed to get back on to his feet, trying not to stagger too much as he made his way back to the dancefloor, losing himself in the music, the rest of the night becoming a didn't even notice when the pocket that held his insulin kit suddenly got a lot lighter, too out of it to care.

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"Taxi's here," Jason called a few hours later as he saw the vehicle pull into the driveway. The partygoers were all leaving in dribs and drabs and had been for the last half hour, though at least half a dozen were still going strong.

The brown-haired boy half wished to be there with them, yet at the same time, yearned for his bed desperately. "Where's Robbie?" He asked Stella and Mandy, the two girls who he was sharing a taxi with, as they lived on the same street as the Roscoes, cutting the price for everyone.

"He pulled Katy earlier, those two aren't leaving anytime soon," Stella replied, flicking a lock of her startling, neon blue hair over her shoulder and giggling. Rolling his eyes at his brother's antics, Jason made his way out of the house, followed closely by the two girls.

"Get some Jase!" One of the lads inside the house called, followed by a number of catcalls. All three teens laughed lighlty as they clambered into the taxi, all giggling as the driver pulled the car away, the small vehicle manoeuvring down the winding roads until it stopped at the road entrance.

The fare was quickly split into three and all too soon Jason found himself waving goodbye to the two girls and stumbling to his house, spending a further five minutes struggling with the lock before the door pushed open.

Despite it being a Friday night, the whole house was silent and everything had been switched off, reminding Jason of the late hour. And it had to be late if even Ziggy had gone to bed. Trying to stay quiet, Jason stumbled and staggered up the stairs, the whole journey taking twice as long in his drunken state than it would on any other day.

Eventually though, he reached his bedroom, pulling his jeans off and collapsing on the bed, clean forgetting to check his blood sugar levels like he usually did before going to sleep.

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Jason wasn't sure if it was the tentative knocking on the door, the blaring light shining through his curtains or the splitting headache that woke him up the next day. All he knew was that he would literally do anything to go back to sleep again.

"Come in," he mumbled, hoping that the god-damn noise would go away if he acknowledged it.

"Feeling a bit worse for wear love?" Sandy asked, smiling in mock sympathy at seeing Jason's pain, two glasses of water in her hand. She noticed the unslept top bunk and frowned in confusion. "Where's Robbie?"

"Huh?" Jason groaned, taking one of the glasses and drinking eagerly, hoping that it would rid the funny feeling in his mouth. "Oh, he got with a bird last night, think he stayed at Sadie's."

Sandy nodded, trusting Robbie to turn up eventually with minimum drama. "Will you be okay on your own? The boys have gone to the garage and me and Lindsey are going to the shops for a bit."

Jason didn't answer, not wanting to hurt his head any further than it was already, choosing to nod, though that didn't rid him of the pounding, in fact it made it worse.

"Okay," Sandy said, chuckling to herself. "You sleep some more, it'll make you feel better. Remember to have some more water and don't forget your insulin." The last part of what Sandy said was muffled through the bedroom door, though Jason heard her perfectly well.

He knew his mum was right and that he really should take his insulin sooner rather than later after the night he'd had, but the thought of moving from his warm cocoon was not an inviting one.

About ten minutes later, long after both Sandy and Lindsey had left, Jason convinced himself to move, sitting up so he could grab his jeans from last night to get the needed insulin. No sooner had he reached out for them, a strong wave of nausea washed over him and Jason could feel the bile rising up.

He jumped up with startling speed and ran to the bathroom, emptying his guts into the toilet and trying not to be sick once more, at both the sight and smell in front of him.

He felt slightly better than before, though the hangover was still being an absolute bitch. He made his way back to the room, collapsing on his bed and falling asleep in mere seconds, his trousers still lying on the floor.

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Around two hours had passed before Jason woke up once more and he just felt even worse than he had been, he was covered in a sheen of cold sweat and his head pounding more than ever. He reached for his phone, scrolling half-heartedly on facebook for half a minute, though the blurriness of the screen made it practically impossible and the bright glare from his phone, only hurt his head more.

He fell back onto the bed, breathing loudly and trying to calm the nausea that was threatening to overthrow him. Being sick once was more than enough thank you very much!

He mentally tried to calculate when he had last taken some insulin, to see if he needed to get out of bed to take it or if he would be able to put it off for a few more hours.

It took a few minutes for him to work it out, the headache he was experiencing did nothing for his maths skills, and realised it had been far too long, especially as he had been drinking last night. With great effort, he hurled himself out of bed, stilling as he tried to fight back the nausea, a sense of triumph washing over him as the sick feeling passed by.

When he was certain he wouldn't be sick once more, he rifled through his pockets, cursing when he realised that his insulin pen wasn't there. Jason began searching his room, though he realised it wasn't really effective, when even lifting a t-shirt up took a lot of energy out of him.

The teen stuck at it, although he gave up after a little while, knowing there was little chance of it actually being there. Lifting himself to his feet, Jason went to go downstairs, hoping that he'd left it on the hallway table along with his house keys, though he knew the belief was probably misguided.

"Great just great," Jason muttered under his breath, when he didn't see the pen lying on the table from the top of the stairs. He tried to think of where the damn item could have gone and came up blank.

Luckily it was more of an inconvenience than anything, as Jason was well aware that Sandy kept another one of his pens in the kitchen. All he needed to do now was get there, which was easier said than done apparently.

The whole room began spinning violently and Jason tried to reach out to the wall to steady himself, though his hand kept falling until he, himself had toppled, falling brutally down the stairs and collapsing at the bottom, though he was already unconsciousbefore he'd reached the floor.

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Robbie found himself whistling a jaunty tune under his breath as he wandered up the garden path, unable to keep the smile off of his face. Katy had sure been something and Robbie had full intention of calling her up later and meeting with a similar intention in the near future.

All thoughts of his earlier antics disappeared though, when he saw Jason lying awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, clearly unconscious and as a pale as a ghost.

"Jason!" he cried, running to his still brother and kneeling by his side. A quick glance told him that Jason was still breathing (thank God), though there was nothing else to indicate how he was. Robbie didn't know whether to move his brother, scared of hurting him further and Jason didn't seem any closer to waking up than he had a moment before.

Trying to calm his breathing, Robbie frantically dialled 999, waiting impatiently for the line to pick up. "Hello, emergency services, how may I help you?"

"Ambulance please, it's my brother. I think he fell down the stairs or something, but he's unconscious and he ain't waking up." Robbie told the man on the other side of the line, giving all the necessary information he could whilst staying calm.

"Thank you Robbie, the ambulance has just been dispatched and should be with you shortly. Now I just need you to stay calm okay? Is there anyone else you can call or talk to?"

"Me mum, I've got to call my mum," Robbie said, cursing himself for not telling the rest of his family about what had happened straight away. Making sure that he didn't need to give any more details in, Robbie hung up and was on the phone to Sandy in less than half a minute.

"Mum? It's Jason," Robbie explained the situation to Sandy, promising to meet her at the hospital, before the blaring of the ambulance hit his ears. Two paramedics quickly made their way into the house, loading Jason onto a stretcher before carrying him out into the ambulance, Robbie close behind.

"Do you know if Jason's taken any insulin recently?" One of the paramedics asked Robbie once he was informed that Jason was a diabetic.

"I don't know, I ain't seen him today. Maybe not, we were at a party last night and he's probably been sleeping all day."

"Did he drink a lot at the party Robbie?" The paramedic asked, pricking Jason's finger as he measured his blood sugar levels.

"Yeah I guess, not loads, but he were pretty drunk. Why? Is he bad?" Although the paramedic didn't say anything directly to him, the look on his face said it all and Robbie couldn't help but wince.

"One male, seventeen years with a case of diabetic hypoglycemia. Get a glucose drip ready for when we arrive, his blood sugar needs to be raised stat," the older man said into his phone line, shooting Robbie a comforting smile. "Your brother's going to be fine, his blood sugars have just fallen a little low."

Before more could be explained, the ambulance came to a shuddering stop and the stretcher was whisked away, as Robbie tried to keep up, though he stopped when he ran into both Lindsey and Sandy in the entrance hall.

As one, the three made their way to where Jason was said to being kept, Lindsey on the phone to Joe as she tried to keep her fiance calm, whilst explaining the situation as best as she could, with such little information.

By the time they had reached the ward that Jason was at, the three remaining Roscoes were on their way to the hospital, possibly breaking all speeding laws as they went.

"How is he?" Sandy asked frantically as one of the doctors by Jason's bed, made his way over to the family.

"Jason's blood glucose levels fell extremely low, which unfortunately led to his earlier collapse. Its official name is hypoglycemia. Because of his diabetes, this was most likely caused by the amount of alcohol he consumed last night, but luckily he was found early enough for us to combat it.

"We've given him a dose of glucagon, which is a hormone naturally produced by the pancrea and that will raise his blood sugars back to it's recommended level. If all goes well, he should be waking up fairly soon."

"Thank you doctor," Sandy gushed, beyond relieved to hear that her son would be okay.

"Of course Ms. Roscoe. For obvious reasons we want to keep Jason over night for observation and to make sure he didn't injure himself severely when he fell, though at the moment he does seem fine and he definitely hasn't broken anything."

The doctor answered a few more of Sandy's questions before departing, only to be replaced, almost instantly by Joe, Freddie and Ziggy, all of whom were extrememly worried for their younger brother.

Both Sandy and Lindsey explained the situation as best as they could, none of the family noticing when Robbie snuck away, letting himself into Jason's room and sitting by his still sleeping brother.

"You didn't half worry me bruv," he muttered, looking at the machines that Jason was hooked up to with trepadation. "I seriously thought you gone and broken your neck or something."

"And we say Ziggy's the dramatic one," Robbie was silenced by Jason's quiet murmur and he couldn't contain his grin as his twin cracked open an eyelid. "Never knew you cared Rob."

"Well don't go telling anyone, I've got a reputation to keep," Robbie chuckled, overjoyed to see that Jason was really okay, despite what he was actually saying.

Seeing his twin lying at the bottom of the stairs like he had, had scared Robbie more than he could ever imagine, and he never wanted anything like that to happen again. "Also, don't think my heart could take a shock like that more than once."

"I'm the one in hospital and it's still all about you," Jason laughed, coughing weakly and reaching for his glass of water.

"Naturally, I am the better looking twin after all."

"See you say this Rob, but even when I've fallen down the stairs and spent the afternoon in a coma, I reckon I'd break less mirrors with my face than yours would."

"You cheeky git-" before the twins could continue their good-natured banter, the door was opened and the rest of the family flooded through the door.

"Oh baby," Sandy said, rushing to the bedside and squeezing Jason tightly. When she let go, she didn't break her eye contact, smoothing down his hair and generally mothering him, ignoring the others snickering in the background. "I'm telling you Jase, that is the last time you're going to a party."

"Mum!" Jason protested, though he didn't feel like causing a proper argument. He could see how shaken up all the family were, and he was just grateful he had been okay. Although he might protest otherwise, it would probably be a long time before he touched another drink. Much to his family's relief.

Hope you all enjoyed the story guys!

As some of you may have noticed, updates for both of my stories have gone from updates every 4/5 days to every 5/6 days. Sorry for the inconvenience, but school is incredibly hectic at the moment and I'm literally spending hours every night trying to catch up.

For obvious reasons, I'd rather have updates at 5/6 days simply so I have more time to work on chapters and so I actually do update, compared to shoddy half arsed things that no-one will enjoy.

Next prompt - A nice brotherly moment for the twins, though a prison cell isn't exactly the best place to have it! - prompted by Sarah and two guests.