[CLOSED] heartbreaker.

[tyler deschon gryffon]

Tyler had turned to see why the whistle had been blown, and the action lef him blind to the player still moving, the strike of elbow against his chest. He had found himself gasping for breath, a muffled "shit, sorry" from the mouth guard and helmeted face.

"Gryffon shake it off! Hustle it up!" Every word had seemed distant as he made his way for the benches, pain tightening his chest undescribabely. He felt like he had numbed up by the time he was on the ground, was aware of the brief shouts, the medic trying to get him to speak, or react to the light he kept shining in his eyes.

That was all Tyler remembered by the time they got him to respond in the abulance, but moments later words were spoken, his chest hurting beyong belief, veins feeling like they were burning up.

By the time they got him to the hospital, he was socially unresponsive, temperature up, as was his heartrate. Eyes remained closed, flickering beneath eyelids. He reacted to no initial touch or voice.

[charlie annalise richards]

Charlie stomped her foot, not doing much good in the way of assertiveness. She was Charlie, barely standing four-foot-eleven. She wasn't very intimidating.

"You don't understand! You can't just keep him back there and not tell me what's wrong!" She screamed, her face soaked with tears. Shaun wrapped her arms around the small girl, hugging her close.

"Come on, Charlie. Just come sit, okay? The rest of them will be up here when the game is over." She whispered, running her hand through the girl's orange hair. She had been with Charlie back at the boys' house with their mom when Thatcher had called. Charlie -being Charlie- had been hysterical. She guided her over to the chairs, sitting down in one. She played with her hair, hoping it would be enough to comfort her.

"What's wrong?" A thick French accent asked, and they both looked up.

"A Tyler and.. hurt.. and.." Charlie tried to explain, waving her hands frantically.

"No, I got that. What's wrong with him though?" He asked Shaun and she shrugged.

"Did you see it?" She asked as the lanky boy sat down next to Charlie, rubbing her back.

"He got hit pretty hard." He said, patting her back gently.

[jacob roefaux gryffon]

Jacob pulled smoothly into the lot, glad not many people were here, because he had two with him, and he assumed the others were already here.

Getting out, he helped Shawn, then ushered Cole inside, stalking towards the counter. "We're all here, now what the hell is going on?"

He glanced back at the others, huffed.

The nurse approached them with a sheepish look. "He took a solid hit directly to the chest. It stopped his heart for several seconds before he actually collapsed, where we think he went into partial cardiac arrest before just, passing out.. The forced cracked his sternum. His heart stopped again in the ambulence but he's on a steady beat now which is good. "He's going to need surgery, though, pressure from several ribs is pressing down on his lungs as well.. "You guys can go in if you want, he may or may not wake up tonight, just don't crowd him.."

She gave the room number, then scurried off, obviously not wanting to deal with questions. Jacob glared after her, then eased up, offering a hand to Charlie. "You wanna go see him..?"

[charlie annalise richards]

Charlie had started crying again, and Shaun wrapped her arms around her again, stroking her hair gently. She looked up at Jacob and shook her head.

"You guys are family.." She said quietly. Even if she wanted to see him, she knew that family was more important. She leaned against Shaun, who continued to play with her hair.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" She told her, and Charlie nodded. Shaun walked over and gave Shawn a kiss before she walked over to the bathrooms. Charlie curled up in her chair, playing with her fingers in an attempt to keep from crying. She sniffled, rubbing sleepily at an eye.

"You've got your shirt on backwards." Baz told her, and she looked down. He smiled over at her, and she tucked her hands into her shirt, turning it around before poking her arms back out.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

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[jacob roefaux gryffon]

Jacob shook his head stubbornly. "You're coming with," He murmured, taking her arm and pulling her up. He draped an arm around her gently, leading her down the hall. He glanced over his shoulder when the twins hesitated. "You guys coming?" Shawn nodded, but Cole shrank back further. Jacob gave him a gentle look. "Whenever you're ready, Cole, okay?" The boy hated this place, he knew.

He led them towards the room, stepping in and closing the door softly behind him. Tyler had a decent amount of blankets pulled close, his eyes closed, an oxygen tube through both nostrils. The blankets had been pulled back to the hips, a strap on both railing of the bed over his stomach to keep him from sitting up, chest already a nastily forming bruise and marked with a line for surgery.

[charlie annalise richards]

Charlie looked around the hospital, having never been in one before. She kept close to Jacob, looking like a toddler compared to him. She started to cry again when she saw Tyler, shaking her head. She wrapped her arms around Jacob, hiding her face in his chest. She didn't want to see him like this. She didn't like knowing he couldn't get up and hug her, that he was in pain.

"Is he gonna die?" She whimpered, looking up at Jacob. She refused to turn around and look at him again, just the thought of him being like that was enough to make her stomach churn. But being that she didn't eat, all she could have done was gag. And probably make the rest of them sick. She looked over at the wall, tears spilling down her cheeks.

[jacob roefaux gryffon]

"No, baby, he's stronger than that," He murmured insistantly, watching Shawn approach and take one of his still hands, careful of any monitors.

He rubbed Charlie's back gently as he looked around the room. It seemed almost too clean, the steady beat of the monitors calming however.

"You want to sit in here with him a bit? Cole looked just as ready to cry, I can leave if you want for a few minutes." He bit at his lip.

[charlie annalise richards]

Charlie nodded. She hadn't noticed Cole, but she usually didn't. He was so quiet. She walked slowly over to Tyler as if he might spring up and attack her.

"You okay?" She asked Shawn, running her fingers through his hair. She kissed the top of his head, patting his shoulder gently before walking to the other side of the bed. She bit her lip, afraid to take his hand. She pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down slowly, tears falling down her cheeks again.

"He's stubborn.." She said, reaching over to touch his hand. When it didn't move, she started to cry harder, taking his hand into hers. She played with his fingers, tracing her fingers over his hand. She laid her head on the railing of the bed, looking over at him. She realized how much she wanted him to look over at her and smile, or talk, or just move his hand. Some indication that her Tyler was still in there. She took in a shaky breath, holding his hand tightly. "I see why you guys are so broken.." She mumbled to Shawn. "Seeing anyone like this is horrifying.. I can't imagine seeing you like this.. You're so little.." She looked over at him. "I think you've got to be the strongest out of all of them, though, huh? You're not broken, just a little cracked.."

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn gazed over at her as Jacob lef tot find the others. "I'm okay..." He whispered softly, watching her. A single tear rolled down his cheek and he lowered his gaze back to Tyler's slack face. He didn't even twitch.

"Yeah.." He whispered. "Maybe-...maybe it's cos they actually saw my dad dead in that car...Cole told me Ty just kept screaming and sobbing...that-...that he fought them when they tried getting him away... I guess not seeing that helped.. I was in the hospital a long time, they couldn't wake me up." He bit his lip. "Cole never left my side until I finally woke up...my mom was heartbroken when I couldn't walk."

He played absently with Tyler's fingers, eyes never leaving his face.