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I decided to post today, because I doubt I will have time to write in the upcoming couple of days (I'm sorry, please try to understand).

I have to warn you in advance, this is NOT the whole story. It's going to have at least one more part, because otherwise I'd hav to leave you hanging for about a week... I'm sorry and thank you for being patient.

Hope you like it.

PART 2

Will's P.O.V.

Whenever you pass out, your senses have a certain order in which they leave you. The first thing to go is your sight, the last one your hearing. And vice versa when you're waking up. It's always the same.

The first thing I'm aware of is incredibly annoying buzzing inside my head. The pounding headache comes right after it. What on Earth is going on? I try to move only to be met with even more painful parts of my body. I can't see a thing. Everything is dark. I start panicking, before I realise that my eyes are still closed. Slowly, I peal them open, but close them immediately after as the headache worsens. Where am I? Okay, I need to open my eyes and look around. I take a deep breath and blink a few times to clear my sight.

Oh my God.

Wisconsin. Helicopter. Forest. Crash. It's all comincoming back to me.

Jay.

I glance around, but my brother is nowhere to be seen. His seat is empty, seatbelt exactly where it's supposed to be. Where'd he go? And that's when I remember that Jay also has a tendency to not wear a seatbelt. My heart drops. The helicopter is laying on it's side and all the windows are broken, so he could have easily been thrown out.

It might just be me, but I think we have a problem.

"Jay? Jay, can you hear me? JAY!" I try shouting for my brother, hoping to get an answer. To no one's surprise, it doesn't work.

Yup, definitely a problem.

Okay, so he's either too far away to hear me, knocked out or he's d-. I decide not to finish the thought. Neither of those great options.

I jostle with my seatbelt for afew seconds, before I manage to take it off. Quickly ooking myself over, I declare no immediate life-threatening injuries. The fact that I'm conscious tells me that the concussion isn't too bad, some of my ribs are probably bruised thanks to the seatbelt and there are some shallow cuts here and there, but that's about it. I hurry out of my seat and successfully climb out of the bird. My head is now killing me, but I have bigger things to worry about.

"JAY! Where are you?!" No response.

My heart is racing, which means I'm freaking out. I circle the helicopter, but there is no sign of my brother. I'm about to start crying when I notice something behind the bushes a bit further. A shoe. More specifically, Jay's shoe. I run over as fast as I can, thanking the whole universe in the process. Thankfully, the shoe is still attached to my brother's leg. He's lying in an unnatural position, face down. I drop on my knees next to him, making my whole body hurt even more, but I don't mind. The only thing I care about right now is lying in front of me.

Please be alive, please be alive.

I put two fingers on his neck and am met with a faint and irregular heartbeat.

Thank God. I exhale in relief.

"Jay? Can you hear me?" I try calling him. No success. We have both just been in a helicopter crash, so I decide not tho shake him in case he has a spinal injury.

"Jay, wake up! Please." I basically beg. I have to turn him to check him over. Plus his breathing sounds a bit laboured. But then again, if his neck or back are broken, I could paralyze him. There must be some medical equipment in the helicopter!

"Jay, if you can hear me just hang in there. I'll be right back, okay?" I get up and sprint towards the crashed helicopter, grabbing everything that I could possibly need and run back towards my brother. Thankfully he's still alive.

"Hey, I'm back" I announce in case he can hear me. I spread the biggest blanket I could find on the floor, drop everything else on it and slide to my knees. Grabbing a cervical collar, I secure it around Jay's neck to sexure his spine and help protect his airway. All I can hope now, is that I don't paralyze him.

"Jay, I'm going to turn you over, okay?" I straighten out his legs and arms and gently turn him, so that he's laying on top of the blanket and most importantly on his back. What I see isn't the prettiest sight, but I'm sure it could be worse.

I need to check him for injuries, so my hands travel along his arms and legs, however nothing seems to be broken. Sadly, I can't say the same about his chest. His whole left side feels mushed under my fingers. Definitely broken ribs. A piece of wood is sticking out of his side, right above the hip bone. If he has internal bleeding... I press on his stomach, but to my relief it doesn't feel rigid. Maybe the wood managed to miss his organs. Now that that's out of the way, I transfer my attention to his head. Pressing my fingers towards his skull, I can tell it's cracked. That can't be good.

Brain damage. The two words appear inside my brain and scare the hell out of me. I grab a pen light from the pile next to me and pull Jay's eyelids up one by one. Shining the light into his eyes I can tell the pupils are sluggish, but responsive. I'll take it.

"Jay, squeeze my hand if you can hear me." I demand squeezing his hand in mine. Nothing happens, so he's still very much knocked out.

I grab an IV and connect it to my brother's arm, hanging the bag on a tree branch above us. To my surprise, I also find an oximeter. I put it on one of Jay's fingers. It reads 90. Not too bad.

Since he's still not awake, I decide to secure the wood in place, to avoid further damage. It's not bleeding too bad, so it's probably not life-threatening. At least I hope it isn't. Pressing the gauze and tape in place, I am almost scared by a moan. I finish securing it and to my surprise, Jay squirms, trying to move away from pain.

I'm leaning over his face in less than two seconds. "Jay? Can you hear me?" He moans, his face scrunching in pain. "Jay, it's Will. Open your eyes for me, buddy." His eyes slowly blink open, not really seing anything. His breathing picks up and he looks as if he's about to panic. I pun my hand on his shoulders, successfully pinning him down. "Shh, it's okay. Slow breaths."

"Wha-" he starts to say, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper. His eyes are darting from one side to another.

"No no no, don't talk. Just breathe." I try my best to soothe him. "Look at me, Jay. It's okay, I'm here. Calm down."

His eyes finally connect with mine and he stops wiggling. His breaths become a little slower and more regular.

"Stay still, okay?" I demand and thankfully, he stills. I shine the pen light in his tired eyes again and hold up two fingers. "How many fingers?"

"I- I don -now." He slurs. "Blurry." That's not a great sign, but it's to be expected.

"Okay. Do you know where we are?"

He takes a second to look around before answering "Wisconsin?"

I nod. That's good. He's not completely out of it.

"Squeeze my hands as hard as you can." His fingers move and gently tighten around mine. "Alright, a little harder, I can take it." He squeezes a bit more and I can see it's taking all his energy, so I decide to accept what I got.

"Great. Can you feel your legs?" I ask, rubbing a hand on his thigh. He nods. Relief washes over me. "Okay, wiggle your toes." He does. Thank God.

"Stop" Jay begs, probably refering to my examination.

"I'm sorry, bro, but I have to check you over to make sure you're not dying on me." I joke.

"What happened?" he asks completely seriously.

I take a deep breath and start explaining, while checking his pulse again. The sound of my voice seems to calm him down, so I don't stop. Once I'm done explaining the crash, I list all of his injuries and assure him he's gonna be fine. (Even if I'm not sure that's true.)

"So, unless someone walks right past us, we're dead." Jay states all of a sudden. I'm not sure what to answer, so I don't say anything. He's probably right.

"You should go."

"What?" I don't understand what he means. Go where?

"Save yourself."

Oh. Now I get it.

"Jay, stop it. Ypu're not dying and I'm not leaving you. Period. I'm not going anywhere, got it?"

He closes his eyes, most likely trying to swallow his anger and ignore me. After a few minutes I realise he's drifting off.

"Hey, open your eyes. You hit your head pretty bad. I can't let you sleep." He doesn't move. His eyes stay closed. "Jay." I call him again. This time his mouth opens and he speaks.

"Tired." It's more of a slur than talking. Well, I guess it could be a while before somebody finds us and there is no point in completely exhausting Jay.

"It's okay, get some rest. I'll wake you up later." I pat my brother's shoulder reassuringly. I could use some sleep myself to be honest. The drill with concussions is to wake up every two hours, so I set an alarm on my watch. I cover Jay with a warm blanket and lay down next to my already sleeping brother.

Will's P.O.V.

To my surprise, I'm not woken up by the alarm, but the sound of someone wheezing and choking. At first, I'm confused, but everything is clear as soon as I open my eyes.

Jay is trashing around uncontrollably, his hands grabbing at the c-collar. He's gasping for air.

"Jay?" I ask, alarmed. "What's wrong?!"

"Can't- breathe."

To be continued...

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Love, N