Fight for your life

Part 5

Cameron nodded quickly to assure Sam silently that he'd be careful before he moved back into the bus. Looking to Danny, then to Ben, he moved his hand down to Danny's wrist, tugging it lightly. "I know, I know, but we need to get Jake out so they can get in here to help him," he reasoned quickly, thinking very little of the situation through, trying to act as quickly as possible. He looked back at Jake, then the table. "We're going to move him onto the table, then lift the entire thing up to keep him stable. Everyone's up there to help, so we just need to get it up and over our heads so they can reach." In his head it made perfect sense. With Danny's height and his own, coupled with the added inches from the legs of the table, there was no reason it couldn't work. Moving to Jake's head, he slid his arms under his shoulders, bracing his head against his arms to keep it still. "On three," he instructed, counting off slowly to lift Jake up and off the floor as he hit three, moving quickly to settle him gently on the surface of the coffee table. Standing up straight again, he looked back to Danny before nudging the leg with his foot. "Let's lift from the legs so there's another added foot." Moving back to grab the base of the legs, he waited until Danny was ready to count off again, carefully and slowly lifting the table up and over his head until his arms were extended, trembling and weak while blood seeped down his side from the shard of glass that pierced through his shirt and into the skin, unnoticed as of yet.

James leaned against Sam's chest, shaking violently while he gripped the front of his shirt tightly, eyes wavering while he tried to keep them open, though he was failing quickly. He felt like he'd pass out at any second, and as Jake's body was raised from the bus, it only got worse. He looked so much worse in the beam of the flashlight, and the severity hit him all at once, eliciting another loud cry while he started toward him, blocked by Sam's hold on him.

Danny followed Cameron's instructions, carefully lifting jakes body onto the table. He nodded as he knelt down slightly, grabbing the table legs. He waited until three to lift the table, extending his arms up and over his head. He released a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding in once jake was safely outside. He was about to go back to Ben when he noticed Cameron's side. "Cam, your side is bleeding" he said, carefully lifting Cameron's shirt to reveal the piece of glass sticking out his side. "Fuck" he mumbled, suddenly concerned for Cameron's safety too. Hearing the faint sound of an ambulance in the back he turned to Ben. "Get out of here. Get that checked out. I'm staying with Ben"

Sam tried his best to comfort James while keeping his own emotions under control. His mouth dropped and eyes widened when he saw jake. He knew the situation was bad, just didn't realize quite how bad he truly was. He kept his arms around the drummer, until he heard the ambulance and saw the paramedics running up to them. "There's 3 still inside. One is unconscious with what could be a head injury" he told them

Cameron glanced down when Danny reached for his shirt, the physicality of the situation having likely exacerbated the wound. Suddenly lightheaded at the sight of it, he shook his head slightly. Torn between rejoining Sam and staying with Danny, he glanced back up toward the opening, a little unsure of whether or not he'd actually make it back up. Looking back to Danny, he shook his head again. "I'm not leaving you down here alone," he assured him, moving closer to Ben, scared to look. He exhaled a relieved sigh when he heard the rush of the paramedics, moving his hand up and through his hair while he started to feel a little weaker from the attention being drawn to the glass in his side. Grabbing quickly onto the door frame, he looked up as the paramedics flooded the scene, dropping in one by one and immediately pushing past them toward Ben. Cameron grabbed for Danny's wrist, tugging him toward the lounge again. "Danny, we need to move, we need to give them space," He reminded him softly.

James looked up quickly while two took over with Jake, examining the damage. Once they were sure there wouldn't be any problems with it, one reached to check his pulse, looking to the other. "It's weak and slow, but he's alive," he assured them all, and Jake's shoulders fell slowly, about to let the relief take him over when they added a quick "for now" to the end of the sentence. Scrambling away from Sam toward the three, he looked between them panicked. "What, what do you mean 'for now'? You can't let him die, you need to fix him!" He exclaimed quickly, pushing roughly at one of the paramedics to exaggerate his point

The last thing Danny wanted was to let Ben go, but he knew Cameron was right. He swallowed hard as he watched helplessly as they worked on the love of his life. "Please" he started, his voice was broke by this time as he realized there was something seriously wrong with Ben. And this time his kisses and hugs weren't enough to fix it. "You've got to help him. He means so much to me, to all of us.... Please" he begged, almost collapsing. He leaned on a broken part of the door to balance himself. "And this guy has a piece of glass sticking out of his side, but he's more concerned with everyone else than himself" he finished, body shaking with every sob that ripped through his body.

Sam sighed as he hurried after James, gently grabbing his arm. "Come on, James" he started, pulling the drummer back slowly as he spoke. "We've got to give them room so they can work on him, okay?" He asked, unsure himself of jake was going to be okay. "Jakes gonna be fine. You guys belong together. There's no way in hell he's ever going to leave you. Not without a fight at least." He added, turning his attention to the paramedic James had pushed. He could tell he was saying something, and from the looks of it, Sam would almost bet it was about James. "Okay look you asshole. We've just been through a terrible thing. Half of the people we care about are fucking hurt and there's nothing we can do about it. But I assure you, if you don't keep your mouth off him, you'll be dealing with me."

Cameron waved quickly to the paramedics while he shook his head. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch," he assured them, moving closer to Danny quickly when he very nearly collapsed. Hooking his arm around his waist, he helped to keep him upright, using his free hand to turn Danny's gaze toward him instead of Ben, hoping to keep him from focusing on the large split that was no visible as they moved Ben to straighten him out against the backboard with a brace around his neck. Working quickly to move him out of the bus, straps were placed around his body to hold him securely against the board, moving him back toward the window. Carefully passing the board to the paramedics outside before Cameron stepped forward again. "Our driver, he's um, he's in the front," he explained, a little out of breath as the pain of his injuries started to catch up to him. Turning back to face Danny again, he steadied his hands on his shoulders. "Are you hurt?" He questioned, though it seemed a little stupid given the circumstances.

James sat back on his feet while his head hung slowly, crying silently while he watched them transport Jake up the ravine and to one ambulance. He scrambled off the bus, trying to run after them but his bare feet against the rocks left something to be desired when it came to speed, and he couldn't quite make it before they were speeding away with the love of his life. James stopped in his tracks with a pained scream, fists clenched at his sides while he called to the ambulance, though he knew it was no use, begging for them to take him too.