âDaveyâŚcar accidentâŚhurt real badâŚtaken by ambulance to the hospital.â
Jack didnât hear the rest of what his fellow newsie had to say for he took off running towards the hospital.
Upon arrival, Jack found Daveyâs younger brother Les sitting in a chair, his head in his hands.
âLes!â Jack said.
Les looked up slowly.
âOh Jackâ he said, realizing who it was.
He jumped up from his chair and ran into Jackâs open arms.
âIâm so scared, Jack. Heâs hurt real, real bad. The do-doctors said they do-donât know if heâs going to make itâ said Les through sobs.
Jack swallowed hard.
He released his arms from around Les and got down to his level.
Though he knew Lesâs answer to his next question would hurt him, he had to know.
âWhat happened, Les?â
Les turned away, tears streaming down his dirt covered cheeks.
âWe were on our usual route and it was really windy. I-I didnât mean for the pa-papers to fly away, but they did. I thought h-he wouldnât notice if I ran into the r-road to go get emâ, but when he saw me there, he bol-bolted out to help me pick emâ up and thatâs when the c-c-car came speeding down the road. He h-had just enough time to push m-me out of the way, but it struck him and he went flying through the air and-â
âThatâs enoughâ said Jack, noticing how much Les was shaking.
He wrapped his arms around the younger Jacobs boy once more and held him as he cried.
âI canât lose him, Jack. I canât.â
âI knowâ Jack replied, âwhere is he now?â
âIn the operating room. Theyâve been trying to resuscitate him for the last twenty minutes.â
âResuscitate?!â Jack said, shocked.
Les nodded.
âWe have to go himâ said Jack, standing up straight and starting to shake as well.
âWe canât. I tried. The doctor wouldnât allow me back there.â
âWhere are your parents?â asked Jack, walking in the direction of the operating room.
âOn their wayâ said Les, frantically trying to keep up with Jack as he maneuvered his way down the many hallways of the hospital.
It wasnât long before they found exactly what they were looking for.
The operating room was a large white room with a single bed where Davey lay surrounded by multiple doctors performing CPR on him.
Jack pressed his hand against the glass of the observation room and watched in horror as the doctors tried again and again to unsuccessfully resuscitate Davey.
Les watched too, his eyes wide and his heart beating at an irregular pace.
âCome on Davey. Donât die on me, buddyâ said Jack, quietly.
Through all the confusion, Jack caught sight of Daveyâs face which was barely recognizable under all the blood and bruises.
As each attempt resulted in more failure and Jackâs body flopped lifelessly on the table, Jack began to scream and pound on the glass, which startled Les.
One of the doctorâs inside stopped what he was doing and made eye contact with the two boys on the other side of the glass and taking his mask off began to walk towards them.
âNo, he needs us!â said Les, as the man grabbed onto he and Jack and tried to direct them out of there.
âDavey, come back to me, please!â Jack said, frantically.
âMove along!â said the doctor.
âNO!â Jack cried out, fighting back against the doctor.
âYoung man, this is not something that either one of you need to see. Itâs been thirty minutes. If he doesnât come back in the next few, heâs not coming back at all!â
Les stopped dead in his tracks as he realized what the doctorâs words meant while Jack continued pushing, attempting to get close to his friend again.
Out of frustration, Jack raised his fist in an attempt to hit the doctor, but Les stopped him.
âJack, look!â
Jack turned and it was then that his ears registered the faint beeping of the heart monitor and as the screen came into focus, he saw the straight line begin to form mountains and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the small rise and fall of Daveyâs chest and heard him inhale deeply.
The doctor let go of Jackâs arm and apologized and headed back into the operating room to help his co-workers.
Les and Jack embraced, tears streaming down both their faces.
âI knew heâd pull through! You Jacobs boys are tough!â said Jack, gently punching Les in the arm.
Les didnât even mind because his brother was alive and thatâs all that mattered.
6 hours laterâŚ
Davey stirred in bed causing Jack and Les to both wake up out of a dead sleep.
Immediately after being resuscitated, Davey had been moved into a standard hospital room so that he could rest.
His parents had arrived not long after and his mother had sat at his bedside bawling her eyes out until someone came in and took her and her husband somewhere to talk about the cost of treatment.
Davey turned his head towards his best friend and brother and a small smile formed on his lips.
âHow do I look?â
âNo better than usualâ said Jack, smiling.
Davey began to laugh, but Jack could tell that it pained him greatly.
Davey turned to Les, who seemed somewhat afraid to face his brother.
âIâm sorry you had to get hurt saving meâ said Les, âit should have been me who got hit, not you.â
Tears had started to form in his eyes once again and Davey lifted his hand to wipe them.
âDonât for one minute think that it was your fault that I was hurt. I did what any older brother would do in that situation.â
Les leaped forward and hugged Davey who hugged him back to the best of his ability.
âNow go find mom and dad.â
Les nodded and got up from the bed and left the room.
Davey looked once again at Jack.
âThanks for comingâ said Davey.
âOf course. When I found out that you were hurt, it was like I was the one that was hurt and I felt like I was never going to get better until I knew that you were alright too.â
âWell, Iâm glad youâre here and that weâre both okay.â
Davey paused.
âYouâre my best friend, Jack. Well, actually, youâre more like a brother to me and I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Jack placed his hand on his friendâs shoulder.
âSave the sentiment for when youâre not loaded up on drugs and actually mean it.â
They both laughed at that one.
YOU ACTUALLY WROTE ME THE FIC??? FRICK I LOVE THIS THANK YOU!
















