I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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*An hour before the stabbing*

Ricky;

I just finished up with grocery shopping for my family, so I loaded them up into my trunk of the car and made my way back home. I got home in less than 20 minutes and was putting everything away.

I started to cook hamburger for spaghetti and put garlic bread in the oven when there was multiple bangs on the door, the banging kept on going until I opened it up. What I didn't expect was being punched in the face, being pinned to the ground and getting beat up.

"Where is it!?" A voice yelled that I didn't recognize.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled out and groan in pain,

"You should know exactly what we're talking about!" Another voice boomed, all I felt was kicks coming from left, right and center.

"No, no, no! You've got the wrong guy!" I cried out in pain as they kept physically hurting me.

"Don't try and press your luck, kid. We'll be back!" The first voice boomed and next thing I felt was mutiple sharp pains in my left side. I yelped in pain as the intruders left, slamming the door on the way and I was left there all alone.

I held my hand on my side but once I looked down I noticed I was bleeding a lot but I couldn't get to my phone. I groaned, yet again, in pain and just laid there; accepting my fate.

This is it... I'm dying right here. I'll never get to watch my two boys grow up. I'll never get to watch them graduate from school. I'll never get to watch them get married. I'll never meet my grandchildren. I'll never....

I'm getting really lightheaded... This it it.

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*Hospital*

Kelsey;

I have texted, called and left voicemails for Bree in the passed two hours and she finally answered me and said she'd be on the next flight here to Vancouver.

She thought it'd be hard for her to focus on Ricky's health and focus on the kids at the same time so she left the kids with Michael. I can't imagine how hard it'd be on Declan, oh poor Declan.

I've been waiting for nearly an hour and a half but there has been next to nothing for good news. The doctors caught Ricky in time, I think, but-

"Ricky Johnny?" A voice blurted out and I turned and walked over to him.

"Is he okay?" I rushly say, my heart racing.

"Well, he got roughed up pretty bad." The doctor says while looking at his clipboard and back at me, "And considering the wounds were so deep, it damaged some of his main organs but ma'am, we're trying our absolute best."

"You guys are supposedly the best in the country! And yet here you are saying you may not be able to save my fiance?!" I cry out in pain, dropping to the floor.

All I remember was standing up, slapping the doctor and walking outside to get a breather.

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Bree;

I just landed in Vancouver since I asked Derek to use the guys' private jet so I'm heading to the hospital now by myself. I don't know what to think or how to feel about this fucked up situation with Ricky, like who in the heck would want to hurt Ricky? More importantly, why would they want to?

I couldn't imagine how Kelsey feels right now, having to go home to your fiance lying in a pool of blood then having to wait around in a waiting room in hopes he'll make it and be fine.

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"Ricky Johnny?" I run up to the receptionist and she gives me a rude look, "I'm family."

"He's in the ICU." She says bluntly and I roll my eyes.

"Is there somebody I could talk to? Or is his fiance around? Her names Kelsey." I rush to respond and she starts typing, her fake nails making the annoying tappy sound.

"Yes, she walked off after slapping one of our staff members." She says, getting up and walking away.

I look around for signs to the ICU and once I found my way, I talk to another receptionist but this one is much nicer and more smiley. She leads me down the long halls until she stops in front of room 14 and rubs my arm before walking away.

I stand there for a good minute and a half, trying to get myself ready for what I'm about to walk into and see. I braced myself, took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and what I saw instantly broke and tore my heart to bits.

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I have been in the room for a whole hour and I have done nothing but cry my eyes out while I hold Ricky's hand. I have been praying for him to make it so he could see his two boys grow up.

"Ricky, I hope you can hear me" I start out finally, "Please come back to us. It's Bree, its's your B. Please come back, our son needs you"

I break down into his side while I hold his hand, and I just let everything out that I have been holding in for the past few months. It's so silent and all I can hear are the few machines beeping, my ugly sobbing and sniffling, and then in seconds a quiet, weak and groggy voice.

"Bree?" Ricky says, trying to move but stops instantly in pain.

"Oh my god, h-how are you- I'm- oh my god, doctor!" I run out of the room to grab the doctor, he shouldn't be awake yet; especially after all they did to him.

"Mr. Johnny, I'm sure you're aware of your surroundings, correct?" Doctor asks, looking through the clipboard with papers.

"Y-yes, how am I- how am I alive?" He asks and my heart instantly breaks, tears fill my eyes, "I-I was so sure I was d-dead"

He started coughing, then blood started spurting out through his chapped lips causing him to cough more while he's holding his stomach and sides. My heart was racing, completely scared for him and what's going to happen if he's coughing up blood; the doctor pressed the call button for a nurse and she dealt with him while the doctor took me outside.

"So everything went okay considering but we found out, after doing some X-rays and some tests, that he has legionnaires disease." He says and i furrow my eyebrows.

"W-what's that?" I mutter and I lean against the wall.

"Legionnaires' disease is a severe form of pneumonia, lung inflammation usually caused by infection. It's caused by a bacterium known as legionella. Good thing though is that we caught it in time so it's treatable and he will need to be on antibiotics for about three to four weeks. But even after that, it'll still be a couple weeks until he's feeling back to normal." He explains and I'm in shock, tears well up in my eyes.

"All in all though, he's going to be okay?" I ask, wanting to just go back into the room.

"Yes and due to the physical contact from the people who did this to him, he has a minor concussion. We'll have to keep him in for the next few days, a week tops maybe." He says, finalizing the end of the chat with a nod before walking off.

I stood there for a long time, lost in thought as I processed all the new information I was just told before I went back into the room. I'm just glad he's okay, long recovery progress but I know Ricky, he's strong and a fighter - he'll make it through all of this. I know it.

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A/N; heyyo, I'm so sorry for the loooooong wait for this chapter but I hope you enjoyed and I'll try to keep up to date with writing.

All the love x.

-Annie(:

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