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Playing Tough Guy: Chapter 2

I quickly walk into the ED at Med, finding my sister Annie completely disheveled in a chair near the desk. She looks up at me and launches herself out of her eat and into my arms. I hold her tightly, we have never been extremely close, we didn't grow up in a house where we could bond over boys or braid each others hair, but, she is my sister. My sister who still blindly loves our dad. She starts to cry as I run my hand through her hair, she's almost seven years younger than me, a product of the time when my parents didn't completely hate each other. I guide her back to her chair, trying to calm her down. "Annie, what is going on?" I ask her, wiping a tear off her face.

"He called me, saying he didn't feel well, asked me to go to the pharmacy and get him some advil. When I got there he was collapsed on the ground, vomit everywhere. I called 911 and I ended up here. I haven't heard anything." She explains before beginning to cry again.

We sit in silence, Annie sniffling every few minutes, waiting for an update. My father and I haven't spoken in a long time. In my opinion, not long enough, my dad wasn't really much of a dad, and leaving Annie behind at nine was one of the hardest decisions ever made. After my mom died, I was over eighteen and I tried to get her out, but she didn't see it. He was her dad and I abandoned her. My dad had, has, quite a temper, he drank too much, yelled too much, always got too angry to even handle it himself. He never touch his precious baby though, and for that I was thankful, at least Annie was safe.

A red headed doctor made his way towards us, "Are you all the family of Mr. Hudson?" He asks.

"Yes." I say standing and holding my hand out for him to shake. "Brooke Hudson, this is my sister Annie."

"Dr. Halstead." He says shaking my hand. Halstead? "Your father is in liver failure, severe liver failure. He needs a transplant." A transplant?

"What does that mean?" Annie grabs my hand, bringing herself to stand with us.

"His liver can not longer help remove the toxins in his body, I'd say he has about a week before it will no longer have any function. So, we need to operate as soon as possible. Why don't you two follow me. We placed him in the ICU." Annie and I follow Dr. Halstead to the elevator, I'm assuming will take us to the ICU, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Are you related to Jay Halstead?" I ask and Annie gives me a questioning look.

Will gives a bright smile, "Yeah, he's my brother." He chuckles and looks me up and down.

"I just transferred into intelligence, he's my partner." I explain, giving him a stern look and he just grins.

We exit the elevator and continue to follow Jay's brother to a room where my father was in unconscious in a bed with tubes and IV's everywhere. Annie rushes to his side, but I can't even bring myself to walk through the door. "My names Will," Dr. Halstead says as I turn around to face him. "I figured that since you know my brother we should be on a first name basis."

I nod at him, giving him a small smile, "So, what happens now?"

"Your dad needs a liver transplant, there is no way around it. We've already placed him on the UNOS list but he isn't nearly high enough on the list to receive donor. At least not now. I'm not a surgeon, but I know that the two of you could possibly be matches, we could test you today..." Will keeps talking, but I don't hear any of it. My father needs a new liver, they want me to get tested to give a piece of mine to him.

"I, I need a minute." I say, my whole body feels frozen. Like I'm not even controlling myself. He never did a thing for me, I don't owe him a damn thing. I spent my whole childhood afraid of him, and now I'm supposed to save his life.