Runaway Rescue

Chapter Seven: Hope & Faith

Mercy Hospital it's 6:23am....

Coughing, adjusting his eyesight rapidly. With no response, he continues to cough, this time harder. Louder. 

"Mmm..." shifting in the chair, Beep, beep, beep, beep, "Huh?!" Theo groans waking up, he eyes flutter, "SHIT!" he huffed loudly. "Hold on My Guy." as he presses the nurse's button. "HELP!!!"

Zac continues to cough, as he trying to get the tube from his throat.

"We're here, Mr. Banks," the doctor says, "Let us help him..."

Theo is sick to his stomach, he feels helpless. He feels guilty for not being able to protect his son, then adding on his failed marriage, and after talking with the CPS worker about Brianna. His life is in shambles.

He stepped back as they took Zac off the breathing machine while assessing his body. They give him a minute to see if he can breathe on his own then..

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppp...The heart monitor machine goes flatline.

"NOOOOOOOOO." Theo bawled as he fell to his knees.

"We need a crash cart, STAT, get him out of here." The doctor demands loudly, as one of the nurses run over to Theo helping him up then out of the hospital room.

Theo is sobbing, "I can't lose him." ("I know sir") "Please help him, you gotta help him" ("We will sir, I promise we're doing everything we can for him.") "ZAC!!!" ("Sir Please, you have to stay out here.")

"I got him." Tommy said, grabbing his brother from the nurse.

"Tommy....he can't die on me man. I need my son, I need My Guy." Theo reiterated through his pain, shaking.

"I know man. Don't worry Zac is a fighter, remember what Teresa used to sing, remember what she said...." His brother reiterates to try and bring him back.

A woman's voice sings, as she holds premature baby Zac skin to skin in the NICU.

🎶🎶🎶I know the odds look stacked against you
And it seems there's no way out
I know the issue seems unchangeable
And that there's no reason to shout
But the impossible is God's chance
To work a miracle, a miracle
So just know
It ain't over..... until God says it's over
It ain't over until God says it's done
It ain't over until God says it's over
She brushes her hand over his tiny head. Keep fighting until your victory is won"🎶🎶

My God, My Savior, El Shaddai the Lord God Almighty, Jehovah Rapha The Lord that Heals. I need you now more than ever God. Please help my son. He may be small but you My Lord are mighty. Give him your strength Lord, The strength of Samson Lord. He's made it this far, I know you haven't left him yet. You said in your word Psalm 46:1 "God you are my refuge and strength an ever present help in trouble, help him Lord, Help my son.

"My dearest Zachary Theodore Banks." Teresa says softly with a smile.

"Ma..."  Zac asked

"Look at how much you've grown My Son." She says smiling.

"Where am I?" He asked.

She replies, "You're here with me,....in heaven..."

It's 6:23am. at the Campbell household. (Yvonne and Christopher's house)

POW!!!! Hard Gasp, Fatima shoots up from her sleep wide eyed, panting, and gasping for air, from the consistent nightmares that replay from her kidnapping and her assault. She looks around her room, holding her abdomen in pain, "Bubba, BUBBA!!!" she cries out with no response, removing the covers, getting out of bed.