Jericho Fic: Never Meant To...(6/9)
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xtremeroswelliaTitle: Never Meant To…
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Fandom: Jericho
Pairing: Jake/Heather and hints of Jake/Emily
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through and including most of “Rogue River.” After that it’s pretty AU.
Word Count: 9808
Author’s Note: Title was inspired by the Coldplay song, “Trouble.”
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven-Conclusion
Chapter Six
An hour and a half after Heather and Stanley had talked to the man running the generator, April reappeared looking haggard. "Jake's alive. He made it through surgery."
"How is he?" Heather's voice was faint.
She sighed. "Honestly...not so good."
She shut her eyes, leaning against the wall.
"Everyone's going to have to take shifts, sit with him, make sure he's breathing alright..." Tears stung her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. "The next twenty four hours will be critical for him."
"I'll take the first shift," Stanley said quietly.
She nodded. "Alright."
He turned to look at Emily, and then back at Heather. "Get some rest," he said before slowly heading into the room.
After he left, April sat down beside the other two and put her head in her hands.
Wordlessly Emily reached out and rested a hand on April's shoulder, her eyes dark with worry.
"There was so much blood," she whispered.
Heather drew in a shuddering breath. "I'm gonna..." She motioned down the hallway, and without waiting for a response, headed away.
Emily gazed after her, biting her lower lip. "April...what are his chances?"
"I can't say," she said quietly.
"Because you don't know or because you're afraid to say it?" Emily asked just as quietly.
She sniffed. "I'm afraid to say."
Swallowing hard, she pressed her back against the wall. "Jake...what the hell were you thinking?" she whispered.
* * *
Heather hesitantly lingered in the doorway of Jake's hospital room, her gaze resting on his still figure in the bed. Beside him, Emily sat holding one of his hands, and working the ambu bag with the other. She remained silent, absolutely still, afraid to move.
Wiping her eyes, Emily shook her head. "Jake, it's time to wake up," she whispered.
Heather shut her eyes tightly against her friend's whispered words.
"You can't leave us...the town needs you. Everyone needs you. So come on," she gave the bag another squeeze. "Come back to us."
"Em," Heather's voice was shaky.
Emily jumped slightly and turned a little. "Heather."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to...you've been in here for hours."
"You ah...is it your turn?"
She swallowed hard. "I just...I thought you might need a break. If you'd rather stay, that's fine."
"No...no. Here," she stood up, offering her the bag. "April told me to squeeze this about five times every fifteen seconds."
Drawing in a ragged breath, Heather slowly moved toward the bed.
"He hasn't...he's been so still," Emily shook her head.
She took the bag from Emily, not able to look at her friend. "But he'll be okay, right?"
"I hope so," she said quietly.
"Are you...gonna stay here tonight? At the med center?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna go wait with Jake's parents."
"Okay," she whispered, staring down at Jake's pale face. She hadn't been able to face the Green's since they'd all arrived at the hospital hours ago. Instead, she'd been sitting either in a nearby hallway or outside in front of the med center.
"I'll come back later," she said quietly, backing out the door.
Heather nodded once, then slowly sat down in the chair Emily had vacated.
As Emily made her way to the waiting room, she looked up toward the ceiling. "Bring Jake back...for Heather."
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Fandom: Jericho
Pairing: Jake/Heather and hints of Jake/Emily
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through and including most of “Rogue River.” After that it’s pretty AU.
Word Count: 9808
Author’s Note: Title was inspired by the Coldplay song, “Trouble.”
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven-Conclusion
Chapter Six
An hour and a half after Heather and Stanley had talked to the man running the generator, April reappeared looking haggard. "Jake's alive. He made it through surgery."
"How is he?" Heather's voice was faint.
She sighed. "Honestly...not so good."
She shut her eyes, leaning against the wall.
"Everyone's going to have to take shifts, sit with him, make sure he's breathing alright..." Tears stung her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. "The next twenty four hours will be critical for him."
"I'll take the first shift," Stanley said quietly.
She nodded. "Alright."
He turned to look at Emily, and then back at Heather. "Get some rest," he said before slowly heading into the room.
After he left, April sat down beside the other two and put her head in her hands.
Wordlessly Emily reached out and rested a hand on April's shoulder, her eyes dark with worry.
"There was so much blood," she whispered.
Heather drew in a shuddering breath. "I'm gonna..." She motioned down the hallway, and without waiting for a response, headed away.
Emily gazed after her, biting her lower lip. "April...what are his chances?"
"I can't say," she said quietly.
"Because you don't know or because you're afraid to say it?" Emily asked just as quietly.
She sniffed. "I'm afraid to say."
Swallowing hard, she pressed her back against the wall. "Jake...what the hell were you thinking?" she whispered.
* * *
Heather hesitantly lingered in the doorway of Jake's hospital room, her gaze resting on his still figure in the bed. Beside him, Emily sat holding one of his hands, and working the ambu bag with the other. She remained silent, absolutely still, afraid to move.
Wiping her eyes, Emily shook her head. "Jake, it's time to wake up," she whispered.
Heather shut her eyes tightly against her friend's whispered words.
"You can't leave us...the town needs you. Everyone needs you. So come on," she gave the bag another squeeze. "Come back to us."
"Em," Heather's voice was shaky.
Emily jumped slightly and turned a little. "Heather."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to...you've been in here for hours."
"You ah...is it your turn?"
She swallowed hard. "I just...I thought you might need a break. If you'd rather stay, that's fine."
"No...no. Here," she stood up, offering her the bag. "April told me to squeeze this about five times every fifteen seconds."
Drawing in a ragged breath, Heather slowly moved toward the bed.
"He hasn't...he's been so still," Emily shook her head.
She took the bag from Emily, not able to look at her friend. "But he'll be okay, right?"
"I hope so," she said quietly.
"Are you...gonna stay here tonight? At the med center?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna go wait with Jake's parents."
"Okay," she whispered, staring down at Jake's pale face. She hadn't been able to face the Green's since they'd all arrived at the hospital hours ago. Instead, she'd been sitting either in a nearby hallway or outside in front of the med center.
"I'll come back later," she said quietly, backing out the door.
Heather nodded once, then slowly sat down in the chair Emily had vacated.
As Emily made her way to the waiting room, she looked up toward the ceiling. "Bring Jake back...for Heather."
