| FATES 10 |
| Olivia opened her eyes and tried to focus. "What happened?" "You fainted. Can you sit up a bit?" Matt extended his hand to her, and assisted her to a sitting position. Mike stared at the scene, flabbergasted. "Would someone please let me know what's going on? I feel like I'm in the damn twilight zone." Lance sat on the couce, being restrained by Joey. "Let me up," he seethed. The medic was preparing a shot of valium to sedate him. Justin grimaced when he saw the needle. "Do you have to give him that?" he barked, rubbing his hands nervously on his legs. He felt waves of nasea rise up over him as Lance struggled to get up. "Get off me!" Lance screamed. He squirmed as Chris ran over to help Joey keep him down. "Please, guys, I just need to see her. Get the hell off me!" He kicked his feet out, and fought to get his arms free. "Jesus, Chris, put some muscle in it!" "I'm trying<" Chris grumbled, grabbing Lance's feet and sitting on them. Olivia looked over at the surrealness of it all. She couldn't see Lance's face, just his legs and a bit of his arms. She noticed her other partner readying the shot for him, and could hear Lance cry out, sheer panic filling his voice. "Let him go!" she shouted, grasping onto the couch arm in an attempt to stand up. He knees still quaked under her, and Matt gripped her shoulders to steady her. "Livvy, they need to sedate him. He's irrational. Sit back down," he demanded. Olivia turned and glared at him. "He needs me, not a shot, now let him go!" In one fluid movement, she wrenched away from Matt and bolted to Lance, just as the needle sank deep into his flesh. "No!" she cried. She shoved Joey hard, catching him offguard, sending him sprawling backwards. She took Lance's hand in hers and forced a smile, becoming entranced in his pale green eyes. "It's okay. I'll be here when you wake up." Lance tried to focus on her face, so comforting, yet so frightening to him. His heart was racing and he feared a heart attack. Sheer terror overtook his body, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out. Gasps erupted from the male medics who hurried over. Matt physically lifted Olivia up and out of the way. He looked at JC, motioning to him. "Hold her back. Get her out of here, now!" JC nodded numbly and carried her kicking body from the room. For a petite girl, she had fight in her, catching his face with her nails, leaving a deep, red scratch. "Dammit!" he hissed, taking her out in the hallway. Matt radioed the hospital as Joey and Chris backed off, letting the medics work on their dispondant friend. Justin's blue eyes teared and his body trembled. Mike put his arm around him, trying to comfort him. The medics moved Lance to a stretcher and snapped him in. "Is he alleric to any meds?" Joey shook his head, looking around for help. "I don't know, is he? Justin?" "I..I..I don't know." Justin's voice waivered with each breath, and his mind parted ways with his body. He wanted to crawl inside and hide someplace safe, someplace where Lance was okay, and this wasn't happening. "Can you call his mom?" Matt asked, brushing by, yanking him by the shirt. "Call on the way to the hospital." Justin nodded in a daze, but followed the stretcher, muttering a prayer on the way. In the hallway, JC struggled to regain contol of Olivia. When she saw Lance being wheeled out, she bolted for him. JC held her tightly around the waist, turning his face to avoid any further damage. "Matt, what's going on with him?" she called out. "Come on," he returned, "You too." He motioned for JC to trail them. He did so, releasing Olivia who tore off toward Lance. "What are his stats?" she demanded, running alongside them toward the ambulance. Her heart tore in two as she looked down at the fallen singer, his face ghastly white, an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. Matt ignored her, and proceeded to move toward the vehicle. He ushered JC and Justin into the back with him, shoving Olivia toward the cab. "No!" she pleaded. "I'm staying in the back too." As far as she could tell, Lance had yet to open his eyes, and her palms were slick with perspiration and worry. "Please." "I don't know what has gotten into you," Matt glared at her, "but you're riding up front. This kid's life is on the line here and I don't need your hysterics back here." He slammed the doors shur and motioned for JC and Justin to sit. Lance's was finally contacted, Justin's voice cracking as he asked if her son was allergic to any medications. He couldn't continue, however, and handed the phone to JC. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bass, but Justin's a little upset." pause. "We're on our way to the hospital, but they really need to know if he's allergic to anything." pause. "Okay, great. I'll call you from there." pause. "I will, Mrs. Bass. Bye." He clicked the phone off, handing it back to Justin. "Lance is clear as far as meds. She's on her way here." Justin nodded silently, staring at Lance, biting back tears. He wanted to heal Lance, make him well, but he couldn't. Maybe he'd pushed him too hard playing ball, maybe if he'd only taken it easier on him. The world was full of maybes, and his young mind just didn't understand it all. JC glanced over at Justin. "What the hell happened in there, J? Please let me know." "Nothing, he just didn' t want more medical attention is all." "It doesn't make sense." JC scratched his head and nodded toward Lance. "Will he be alright?" Matt shrugged. "I just don't know at this point. I'm not sure what caused him to have such a reaction to that shot." Justin whispered, clentching his fists open and shut. "It wasn't the shot. It was her." Matt turned briefly to look at the curly haired singer in wonder. "What's that?" "It was her. Olivia, or whatever the hell her name is. She caused this both times." Matt stifled a laugh, starting an IV. "Don't be silly. It's not her." Justin glanced at JC. "Dude, you know it's freaky. You saw it. First the club..." JC sighed heavily, resting his head in his hands. "It's exhaustion, that's all. I have no idea why this girl is involved, coincidence maybe, but it's not her. He just needs some rest and relaxation, not road r&r, home r&r." Justin's eyes closed, scared at what this all could mean for the rest of the group. He stared at Lance, still unresponsive, being hooked up to all sorts of monitors. The sob caught in his throat, and this time, he did nothing to stop it. |