Chapter 20: Intensive Care
Michael and Trevor were pacing the floor of the waiting room, they had gotten a call from the hospital concerning Stephanie. "Fuck fuck fuck. This is bad." Trevor said as he started to hyperventilate. He had never been nervous before in his life, so this was new to him. "I'm sure she'll be okay, Trevor. Just relax." Michael told Trevor. "Relax!? What if it was your fucking kid in there!? Would you fucking relax?" Trevor asked Michael. "Hey, she's not dead. She'll be fine." Michael replied. "Fuck you pork chop!" Trevor shouted. "Hey, this is all your doing. That bullshit with your night club set off this chain reaction. So don't come at me like the concerned parent, Trevor. You are the very thing you hate right now. A fucking hypocrite." Michael replied back to Trevor. Trevor huffed a minute, he raised his fist to Michael and was about to punch him, but hesitated for a minute. He opened his fist and put his arm down, before collapsing on the floor and crying.
The door opened to the ER, the doctor walked out. The two stood at attention, they approached the doctor. "How is she doc?" Michael asked the doctor. "Are you her father?" The doctor asked. "No, I am." Trevor told the doctor. "Okay, well. She suffered a few punctured organs from several broken ribs, she has severe internal bleeding. So. she's in a medically induced coma. In our intensive care unit." The doctor replied. "Oh, fuck." Trevor said before putting his head in his hands. "Seems she was left at the door and the driver took off, she was half dead when we found her at the entrance." The doctor told the two. "So, is there anything you can do?" Michael asked the doctor. "Well, we did emergency surgery to realign the rib cage, and we stitched the organs. She is receiving blood transfusions, I'm guessing she'll be in ICU for a few weeks. And recovery for a few days." The doctor replied. "Thanks doc." Michael told the doctor.
The doctor walked back inside the doors, Michael looked at Trevor. "We gotta call Packie, set something up with him." Michael told Trevor. "I'll set something up. I'll set his severed head on a spike." Trevor replied. Michael pulled out his phone, he dialed Franklin. "Hey, this isn't a good time. Tracey is here and–" Franklin said through the speaker. "Nevermind that, kid. I need you to come to the hospital in Downtown right now." Michael spoke into the phone. "Shit, what happened?" Franklin asked. "It's Stephanie, Packie beat her to a pulp. She's in ICU." Michael replied. "Motherfucker, okay I'm on my way." Franklin said before there was a click on the other end. Michael then dialed Packie's number. "Hello?" Packie asked into the phone. "Hey Packie, I called to see if you two made it home okay." Michael said into the phone. "Yeah, we're fine. Stephanie is in the bed resting. I'm just having a beer at home." Packie replied. "Cool, we're gonna come over." Michael told Packie. "Ah, that's not a hot idea. I'm pretty beat myself, I think I'm gonna call it a day." Packie replied before hanging up the phone.
A half hour later, Franklin and Tracey walked through the door of the ER. Franklin approached Michael and Trevor, Tracey was panicking. "Dad, what happened?" Tracey asked Michael. "Stephanie is hurt, she's in Intensive Care receiving blood. They're allowed one visitor in that Unit, go in there Trace, and keep her company." Michael replied to Tracey. She nodded and walked to the elevator, Franklin, Michael, and Trevor walked outside. After they got outside they stopped in the parking lot, Franklin looked at the other two. "So, we got a plan?" Franklin asked them. "Yes, we're going to kill the son of a bitch!" Trevor shouted in response. "No, we're not. Stephanie will hold a grudge, and if she gets that baby back he'll be without a father." Michael replied. "So, what then?" Franklin asked Michael.
They continued to walk, until they reached Michael's car. "We go to his house, I called him. He's there, the bastard lied and said Steph was with him. So, he doesn't know that we know what happened." Michael replied. "We go to his house, and the three of us beat the ever loving shit out of him. Show him not to fuck with us." Michael explained. "Ah, hell yeah. I'm down for that." Franklin said enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'll curb stomp the Mick fuck." Trevor said with an evil smile. "We're not gonna kill him, just teach him a lesson." Michael told Trevor. "Fine. But if this shit happens again, I'm gonna tear him apart limb from limb." Trevor told Michael. "Okay, we got a plan. Let's go." Michael told the other two. They got into Michael's Tailgater and left the hospital.