Errand boy

Part 6

Warning-attempted suicide theme continues in this chapter!

Anne suddenly found her voice and let out a blood curdling scream,

"No,no,Decky no"

She ran into the bathroom,falling to her knees,pulling her stricken son into her arms,rocking his blood stained body to and fro while wailing loud,heart wrenching sobs,

"My baby,my baby" she cried

Foncey knelt down beside her,

"Decky?" He whispered in a barely audible voice,complete shock taking him over,any anger he felt towards Dec just a few hours earlier totally disappeared the moment he saw him lying helpless on the floor,

Everyone else stood watching the devastating scene unfold,all of them crying and numb before Dermott rushed forward and felt Decs neck for a pulse,

"He's got a pulse" he shouted "He's still with us,someone call an ambulance quick"

Martin raced downstairs to call 999 and the ambulance arrived within minutes!

The crew worked fast at getting Dec stable and to hospital,Anne went with them in the ambulance while Foncey,Pat and Martin made their way there in Fonceys car!Everyone else stayed at home,sitting in the living room in stunned silence,waiting for news of their beloved little brother!They all felt guilty at not fighting Decs corner the previous day,knowing how upset and devastated he'd been but none of them dared disagree with their dad when he was so angry!

Meanwhile,Dec had arrived at the hospital and had been whisked away for emergency treatment!

Anne,Foncey,Martin and Pat sat in the family room,each lost in their own thoughts and quietly weeping to themselves!Foncey held Anne tight as she cried and Martin placed an arm around Pats shoulder as she buried her face into his chest,

"He'll be ok won't he?" she whispered,looking for any kind of reassurance,

"I hope so" is all Martin could manage to reply.

A few hours later,a solemn looking doctor entered the room,they all quickly stood up,

"Please doctor" Foncey stated "my boy,please tell me how my boy is?"

"He's stable" the doctor replied "we've operated on his wrists,the cuts were very deep and he lost alot of blood,but we managed to stop the bleeding and repair the damage,we also pumped his stomach,the pills he took were very strong"

"My migraine tablets" Anne whispered,Pat had handed the empty bottle to the paramedics at the house so they knew what they were dealing with!

"He's a very sick young man" the doctor continued "the fact he slit his wrists and took an overdose shows this wasn't just a cry for help and he genuinely wanted to end his life,do you know what led to this?"

Foncey just nodded sadly.

"Ok" the doctor said "That's your private business,but when he's recovered he will be referred to a psychiatrist,but for now let's concentrate on getting him better,he's in intensive care and will be for at least 24 hours,but he will make a full recovery "

"Can we see him?" Anne asked hopefully,

"Of course" the doctor smiled "but only 2 of you at a time"

The doctor led Anne and Foncey into intensive care,as they cautiously approached Decs bed,Anne immediately burst into tears and Foncey fought to hold his back as they caught sight of their beautiful youngest child laying on his hospital bed,wired up to all sorts of machines,a tube down his throat and his wrists heavily bandaged!