Master BWS

The end

Bang!

"Gunfire...no" I bite my lip violently to hold back my scream. What if Brad was hit, or the boys or my parents! I hear someone stubble towards where I'm hiding. I peak to catch a glimpse of who it was.

"Dad," I crawl out of the corner and towards my dad. He has the look of terror on his face. My mother slowly emerges from the shadows with the boys.

"Boys, are you okay," I squeezed them tight to my breast, having them nuzzle into me closer. They nodded, wrapping their tiny arms around my waist.

"Where's...," Brad stubbles onto the door frame grasping his side in pain. My face drops into a frown, worried for his safety. I step towards him to look at his side. I lift his hand to reveal a deep wound.

"Oh my god, you need help right now," I cry out. Looking to my left I see a pair of feet lying on the floor in another room.

Thoughts "HE DID NOT KILL THEM DID HE?"

He cries out again, releasing gem of my trance. I rushed them all to the car, locking Brad in tight so he wouldn't move too much.

"Okay baby sit on your brothers lap," they say together whilst my parents were in the backseat, silent due to trauma.

I sped to the nearest hospital, dialling 911 to let them know of the attack.

"Ma'am he will need to undergo surgery to remove the bullet," the doctor explained, I nod allowing her to take him away.

During surgery

"Steady doctor, we don't want to puncture his kidney," the doctor talk amongst themselves.
"Shit, suction," blood oozes from his open wound, erupting all over the table.
"If we don't get hold of this we will lose him," they scurry to control the bleeding and keep him stable. His heartbeat drops slowly. The doctor begins compressions to keep his pulse moving steadily.
"Come on, come on," he pushes aggressively onto his chest. His pulse growing fainter and fainter.

Lindsey's POV

I twiddle my thumbs, praying he would be alright. I watch the kids running around unaware their dad is undergoing life threatening surgery. My parents still haven't said a word to me, suppose they don't know what to say. Still it would be nice if they would make an effort to comfort me.

"Lindsey, he just got out of surgery," the doctor blurts out before I realise he is there. I turn to face him.
"Is he okay?," I ask, hugging my shoulders. His face blank.
"He suffered a lot of blood loss during the procedure, it's a horrible waiting game to see if the work we did will hold and heal," he explains. My body freezes, what the hell is happening.
"Can I see him?," I ask. He nods directing me towards his room.

As soon as I walked in I realised he was in very bad shape. Tubes hanging from his mouth, blood being pumped into him, machines everywhere! It was horrific.
"How long til we know if he's okay," the doctor is silent for a moment. He wants to be honest.
"Well we will have around 3hrs to see if his body responds, if it doesn't then we have to consider unplugging the machine as it is the only thing currently keeping him alive," my heart is throbbing. 3hrs for him to try and respond that hardly seems fair.
The doctor leaves, leaving him and I in the room alone. I sit on the chair next to him holding his cold hand...

3hrs goes by...

The doctor arrives with a nurse. His face still blank almost emotionless. He looks to me then Brad.
"I'm afraid we have done all we can do but his body isn't responding, I'm so sorry but we have to pronounce him brain dead," the doctor talks but I'm barley listening. I can't see a world without him. Our boys need him and so do I. He cannot die now.
"Can't he have another while," I beg.
"I'm so sorry but it won't do him any good, he won't recover from the injury," the doctor urges the nurse to begin removing the tubes. My wheeling turned to whaling, I couldn't cope with the pain. I'd kept it together for so long and now it was for nothing. He saved my parents and our boys and me yet he has to pay the price.

The nurse begins unplugging the wires on him attached to the machine, the beeping slows down. His heartbeat dropping slowly. I can't cope yet I can't turn away. I squeeze his hand tighter as he slips away.

Flat line ______________________

"Ma'am I'm so sorry for all the trauma you've been thrusted into tonight, please let us take you to your family to le try me know what has happened," he guides me away from Brad, I am unsure of whether to let go of him but the doctor urges me away. I turn to the door ready to leave.

Cough cough

My head shoots to the side, Brad...he's coughing...he's alive. The doctor spins around and at last has an expression.
"Doctor he just jolted up and started coughing," the nurse explains. He says nothing clearly confused about what had just happened. I shove him off my shoulder and run over to brads bed. I hug him tight, he loosely wraps his hands around my stomach since he's too weak.
"Lindsey where are the boys," he says, his voice raspy.
"Don't worry I'll get them," I look into his eyes, rubbing his cold cheek, watching colour flood to his face. The boys run into the room, climbing the railings into the bed, hugging their dad who had just become a living breathing miracle.
"Are you okay mummy," they ask. I just nod lost for words. I cling to all three of them.
"Can't we just have a normal day in this family," Brad says making me giggle. I just thought to myself, at least we are still a family which spreads a big smile across my face. This is all I wanted. My family is now all together and safe.

Hehehe hiiiiii! What a lovely ending to a big part of my teen yrs! Tysm to everyone who supported me on this journey and helped encourage me with the story!! Ik towards the end I wasn't too consistent but I hope you like the ending! Very dramatic and spicy as I like! Even channeled some greys anatomy vibes lol😂 Again anyone feel free to like and comment what you think!!