Make It Out Alive

Chapter 8

Sam nodded, telling Andy he'd call him back as soon as they heard anything. He slid over to Cameron, sighing softly as he brought his hand up to the guitarists hair "you need to get checked out too" he said, eyes snapping shut as a pain ran across him when he coughed. "Fuck" he turned slightly when the ambulance came to a stop. The two men upfront came, opened the doors and stepped aside to give them room to pass.

Matt bit on his lower lip gently as he ran his fingers through Andy's hair. "I'm sure they're find, baby"

As the doors opened, Cameron caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding outside. His eyes widened and he quickly stood, trying to block Danny's view, but as he stood too quickly, his eyes fluttered and dizziness took over momentarily.

Outside the paramedics struggled to keep Ben on the stretcher as his body seized, shaking violently against the stretcher and very nearly going over the edge more than once. With a mask over his face and brace around his neck, the split over the front of his head was visible even through the unruly hair. His eyes opened, only to roll back into his head while one paramedic hurried to hoist his stiffened body back onto the stretcher, rushing him inside while he yelled frantic orders and information to the nurses that took over.

James had the perfect view of Ben as Cameron's balance faltered and he stumbled to the side, and his chest tightened as he watched, the sight making his stomach turn until he was stumbling out of the ambulance, collapsing to his knees while he hurled, quickly emptying anything that may have been in his stomach onto the pavement, silently praying that Danny hadn't seen anything.

Andy shook his head while he looked up at Matt, face paler than usual. His grip on his phone tightened and he shook is head again, trying to keep his composure. "I need to call everyone, and we need plane tickets. Can you pack?" He questioned quickly, already scrolling through his phone for Ashley's number.

Danny's eyes widened as his he looked at the sight in front of him. He pushed his way out of the ambulance, crying out loudly as he tried getting closer to his husband. He pushed past various doctors and nurses, tears cascading down his cheeks as he took Ben's hand, not listening to the voices telling him he needed to step back. "Baby" he stated, running along side of the stretcher, "baby I'm here okay. You've got to get through this. I need you ben" he cried loudly. One of the doctors finally managed to tear Danny's grip from Ben's hand, standing in front of him to stop him from going any further. "Let us help him" he told Danny, patting him gently on the shoulder "if we don't get him help now, who knows what will happen" and as the doctor turned and hurried in the room, Danny felt his knees give out from under him and he collapsed on the floor.

Sam was up and by Cameron's side instantly, slipping an arm around his waist to help steady him. He'd never felt so helpless in his entire life. Carefully helping Cameron out of the back, he knelt down, offering a hand to James. After the way Danny had reacted, he could only imagine what he was going through now and knew he'd need them. Determined he wasn't going alone, with one arm wrapped tightly around Cameron, he helped James to his feet as they headed inside. His eyes scanned the hospital, spotting the frontman on the floor. "Danny!" He screamed as they quickly made their way to him.

Matt nodded as he got up and grabbed their suitcases. Opening their dresser and closet, he tossed random items into the suitcase, making sure he had packed enough for a few days, not knowing how long they'd be gone. He opened his laptop, reserving six plane tickets. He returned a few minutes later, setting the case down by the door. "Okay, I packed us some stuff, baby. And I got six plane tickets." he said as he made his way toward his husband.

Ben's hand lay limply in Danny's while he convulsed against the thin pad. Finally going limp, he lay lifeless with his eyes closed again, his hand falling over the railing when Danny released it. Wheeled quickly into a room, the nurses transferred him from the stretcher, checking his vitals and for dilation before hooking him to an IV for anesthetics, not willing to risk him waking up through the sutures that were necessary to keep his head from bleeding any more. Another IV was attached to replace the lost blood, and within minutes they were stitching his head closed, bandaging it and pumping antibiotics and fluids into him.

Cameron moved as quickly as he could, keeping his arm around Sam's shoulders while the three of them hurried into the hospital. Moving to Danny's side, Cameron lowered himself to the floor as well, pulling Danny into a hug as tightly as he could manage. Sitting back on his knees, he curled his fingers into Danny's hair gently, trying to calm him down. "Danny, he's going to make it. You know he wouldn't leave you, you know he won't. He heard you and he's fighting for you," he assured him, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat.

James stood in the corridor, hands gripping his hair tightly while he looked around helplessly. He didn't know what to do, how to help, and the nagging in his brain demanded to know where Jake was — if he was alive.

Andy made the round of phone calls, telling everyone as much as he knew before Matt returned. Looking up at him, he gave a small, sad smile while he pushed himself up and off the floor. "Thank you," he muttered, moving closer to slide his arms tightly around Matt's waist, pressing his face against his shoulder while he closed his eyes tightly. "I'm really scared, Matt," he admitted, worrying himself more with every second that Sam didn't call back.

Danny swallowed hard as he looked up at cameron, trying his best to regain at least a little composure. He was scared. More terrified than he'd ever remembered being in his entire life. He couldn't lose Ben. Not now. Not now that they seemingly had the perfect life. There were so many things they'd yet to do, so many words left unspoken. He could only hope he hadn't missed his chance in telling Ben. He took several deep breaths as he got to his feet, unsteady at first but then managed to get his bearings. He walked toward the room as he watched them work on Ben. Placing his hand against the cool glass he let his eyes slip closed slowly, giving a slight nod. Cameron was right, wasn't he? They'd been through too much hell for Ben to give up. Especially now. He was coming back to Danny. He was. He had too. Because without Ben, he was nothing. He wasn't him and he wouldn't be alive.

Scanning the empty hall, sam found a nurse who'd just got done with a patient. "Excuse me" he began as he made his way toward her. "My boyfriend is hurt, can I please get someone to check him out?" The nurse agreed, telling him she'd send someone out to get him. He thanked her & headed back to Cameron. "Can you stand on your own, baby? Or do you need my help?"