Fever Dreams (Emily's POV)

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"How you holding up, babe?" Jack asked, walking back over to me, a cup of water in hand.

"Been better," I shrugged.

"Here, you should drink something," he said, handing me the cup of water.

"Thanks," I said as I took it.

I started sipping it as he sat down in the chair next to me. Pete and Patrick were on the other side of me, drifting off to sleep, given the long day its been. Joe and Andy were doing the same across from us. Brendon and Dallon said they'd go get Jaimee and Nick from college, since they had a right to know what happened to all of us. We all thanked them repeatedly, given it was a longer drive to where they were going to school. They said it was no problem, then left.

Its been at least a few hours since the kids were rushed here. I feel like I want to cry, but I don't think I have it in me. Today has been an emotional day, I can't handle much more. I have a pounding headache from shouting, screaming, and crying all day. I'm sure nearly everyone else does, too. Jack just keep getting up and pacing. If he finds someplace to go, he's there. He can't seem to sit still, and, well, I don't blame him.

"You hungry?" Jack asked.

"A little, but I don't know if I can eat," I shrugged again.

"Come on," he said, getting up and taking my hand. "Let's go down to the cafeteria and find something."

"What if the doctor comes back while we're gone?" I asked, somewhat pulling away from him.

"Babe, you need to eat. Our babies are in good hands here, they'll be okay," he said, giving me a sincere look.

I sighed, then allowed him to walk me down a few hallways. We soon walked into the cafeteria. The smell of the hospital food nearly made me sick myself, but I knew I had to eat. We walked in and looked at what food they had. Jack eventually settled on a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. I settled on a sandwich. Jack paid the person in there, then we went and sat back at a table near the big picture windows.

Jack started eating his food, whereas I just poked and prodded at mine. Jack sighed at me, so I finally picked the sandwich up and started eating it. He gave me a smile, then continued eating his cereal. He made small talk with me, mostly telling me that out kids were strong, that they'd make it through this. I retorted with saying that they're only two, that they've only got so much in them. He sighed at me again, then took my hand and said, "Just believe they'll be okay."

As I had made my way through half of my sandwich, and Jack had made his way through all of his cereal, we heard footsteps rush into the cafeteria. We lifted our heads, our eyes meeting both Pete and Patrick's. They didn't even have to say anything, we just knew we needed to come with them. We left our food and drinks there, taking off after Pete and Patrick. They led us back to where we were all waiting before, where a doctor now was.

"Who are Ohana's and Patrick's parents?" he asked.

"Emily and I," Jack said.

"Are they okay?" I asked.

"Patrick is okay, he's just resting now. He has a few scrapes and bruises, but that seemed to be all that was wrong," the doctor explained.

"What about my little girl?" Jack asked, gripping my hand.

"Well, she isn't doing so well. Whatever was given to the three kids to make them fall unconscious, it had a bigger effect on Ohana. I'm afraid she's fallen into a coma," the doctor said, and as soon as those words left his mouth, Jack and I had started crying. Our little girl was in a coma, and we couldn't do anything about it.

"W-What about Jackson?" Patrick asked, wiping his eyes.

"Jackson is doing about as well as Patrick right now, just a few scrapes and bruises," the doctor said.

"C-Can we see them all?" Pete asked.

"Sure, but be mindful of Ohana," he said.

"Is there any telling of when she'll wake up?" Jack asked, wrapping his arm around me.

"As of right now, it looks like it should be soon, maybe in the next few weeks, but it's hard to be sure," the doctor said.

"T-Thank you," I said.

"No problem. Just be strong for your kids," he said, resting a hand on my shoulder. "Ohana is in room 202, and Patrick and Jackson are in 204."

"Thank you," Pete said, then the doctor nodded and walked away.

"I can't believe this," Joe sighed, walking over to Jack and I.

"Well, you heard the doctor, all we can do is be strong for the kids," I sighed.

I looked at everyone, then we started walking down the hallway, towards the rooms the kids were in. We went to see the boys first, who were laying in their beds, watching a cartoon on the tv.

"Mommy!" Patrick said, a smile growing on his face.

Jack and I rushed to his side. I picked him up in my arms as best I could, without messing with anything he was hooked up on. He started crying into my chest, which, in turn, made me start to cry. Jack, too.

Both Patrick and Pete rushed to Jackson's side, taking him in their arms as well. I looked up through my teary eyes and saw Patrick holding Jackson closer and closer to him, never wanting to let go. I turned my head and looked over at Joe and Andy, who were also shedding a few tears.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, baby boy," I said, pulling away from Patrick and wiping his hair out of his face.

He held his arms open again, so I pulled him back into my arms, telling him I'd never let go. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and put his arms around us. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until I realized Patrick had fallen asleep. I gently laid him back on the bed, kissed his forehead, the pulled the blanket over his tiny body. I told everyone else that I was going across the hall to see Ohana. Jack nodded, knowing that I wanted to be alone with her. Everyone else did the same, then I left the room.

I walked across the hall and opened the door to room 202. I closed the door behind me, then looked up. My little girl was hooking up to countless machines, there were IVs in her arms and hands. I held my composure as I pulled a chair up next to her and sat down. I took her little hand in mine and kissed it.

"Hey, baby girl," I said, not knowing if she could hear me or not. "mommy's here."

I rubbed circles on her tiny hand with my thumb. With my other hand, I pushed back her hair that was in her face, like I did with Patrick. I kissed her forehead, then sat back down.

"Listen, baby, try to be strong, okay? You'll be awake in no time. Daddy and I will be right here when you do. I can't wait to see your smiling, beautiful face," I said, wiping a tear falling down my cheek.

I tightened my grip slightly on her hand, then laid my head down on the bed next to her. I knew she'd wake up, it'd just take time. But, I didn't know how long I was willing to wait.

"Just be strong, baby girl," I said one more time.

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