[The moment the ambulance pulled up to the apartment, Jake’s eyes met Blake’s. He nodded slightly, then leaned over to kiss him on the forehead before bursting through the doors of the ambulance and racing into the building, leaving the two officers behind him in the dust. He ran over to the elevator and jammed the button, but it was taking much too long, so he ran to the stairs and started taking them two at a time. He ignored the stinging pain of his stitches starting to tear and the sharp pain that came any time he took a panting breath, he needed to see his son. Within seconds he was at the door to the apartment, and he pounded on it, hoping with everything he had that Penny was also alright. Finally, the woman pulled open the door with a look of pure shock and terror on her face, but Jake only glanced at her once before tearing into the house and searching to find his son. Jude was sitting on his blanket on the floor in front of the couch, chewing on his toy guitar. The second he saw Jake he grinned and waved his arms around, squealing happily and bouncing on his bottom, a constant stream of “papapapapapapapapapa” coming out in gurgles. Jake nearly collapsed at the sight of him. He ran over and fell to the floor beside him, scooping him up into his arms immediately and clutching him desperately to his chest, vicious sobs wracking his entire body. The two officers finally came into the room as well, one of them explaining to a frantic Penny what had happend. But Jake didn’t care about anything but Jude as the officers escorted him back downstairs and into the ambulance. He didn’t once let them touch Jude, keeping him as close to his chest as possible and crying to himself.]
[watched Jake tear out of the car before he finally let himself collapse a little onto the stretcher, wheezing desperately into the oxygen mask, but his starving, aching lungs weren’t getting the air he needed. Without hesitation a paramedic stepped up and re-inserted the tube down his throat, pushing it all the way down his windpipe and into his lungs, and only once it was settled in did he go completely slack in the stretcher, his hands dropping down to the sides and his broken leg being examined and poked at a bit by one of the other paramedics. It wasn’t until he could hear his husband’s sobbing did he return to some form of consciousness, his eyes opening just enough to see the squealing, slightly distressed bundle of infant in his arms. Faintly he reached his hand out and brushed Jude’s cheek, and the infant’s head whipped around a bit and he let out another squeal, reaching down and pulling at Blake’s hair with a ‘dadada’ babble. Blake’s lips twitched up just faintly in a small smile, relieved beyond belief that their baby was okay, and with that knowledge, his mind finally shut down and he succumbed to unconsciousness once again]
[as the doctor looked over him, Jake started to shake his head, pushing them away and trying to get them to focus their attention on Blake. He was fine, all his injuries were stitched and bandaged, his significant bloodloss had been replenished while he was unconscious in the infirmary, and he was able to breathe just fine. Blake needed more help. He tried to communicate this to the doctors but since he couldn’t speak the best he could do was gesture in his husband’s direction, frantically mouthing “help him” over and over to the nurse as she attached his arm to an IV. Finally they seemed to get the idea and bustled over to keep him awake for the flight, keeping his hand in his and squeezing his fingers every time he saw him start to drift off to keep him from passing out.]
[struggling to stay conscious, the only thing that kept Blake anchored throughout was holding onto his husband’s hand. He could feel Jake’s pulse and his worry as the doctor and nurses did everything they could to keep him breathing, conscious, and as focused as they could manage with him. But he was struggling. The knife had pierced straight through his lung, and among the various other burns, bruises, his broken leg haphazardly slapped into a cast that didn’t fit right and his broken arm which still clutched desperately to Jake’s hand as he fought to stay with him. It seemed endless, but when the plane finally landed in New York, they had ambulances ready to take them both to the hospital. Sitting up as best he could, Blake shook his head] We…We need to stop first…at the…the apartment. Check on our…our baby. [the paramedics and doctors seemed to heavily consider for a moment, but there was no arguing with either of them, and they loaded Blake and Jake up into one ambulance and sped off for the apartment. Refusing treatment, once they arrived, he ordered a few officers in to make sure Jude was safe, knowing he couldn’t walk with them. He gave Jake’s hand another squeeze and gestured to their building, knowing he was seconds away from blacking out] G-Go….go get our…our son.
[As they made their way to the airport, the tears didn’t stop falling down Jake’s cheeks the entire ride there. It was a combination of tears of relief that Blake was okay and tears of terror that Jude might not be. At Blake’s labored words he scooted a little closer to him, holding his hand with both of his shaking ones, and shook his head, mouthing the word “never” to him, as he couldn’t speak at all due to his throat injury. Once the cab pulled up to the airport, Jake climbed out first and helped his husband carefully out of the back, carrying his oxygen tank for him and holding him close as they made their way to the rear terminal where the private and medical planes and helicopters took off.]
[wishing he could somehow bring some comfort to his husband, but Blake knew that the only thing that would help now would be for the both of them to go home and find Jude safe and sound. Granted Blake would need to get to a hospital immediately, as he could already feel wounds reopening and blood starting to drip through the bandages. Regardless, he followed Jake through the terminal as quickly as he could manage, and left his oxygen outside, as the pressure from the flight would cause it to explode. Once they boarded, they were greeted by a few nurses and a doctor, and one of the nurses sat Blake down in his seat and attached him to oxygen once again, though the facial masks did little to help him breathe, as his one working lung was struggling to keep up with his oxygen need. Soon the flight took off, and Blake shut his eyes, wheezing into his mask as the doctor looked Jake over, and refusing to let go of his husband’s hand]
[Jake didn’t need telling twice, but the fear still held a grip around him. There had been a few moment back in that horrible room when he had been convinced his husband was dead and wasn’t coming back. There were even moments when he was positive he wasn’t going to be coming back himself. Fear and lost hope like that wasn’t easy to recover so quickly. As Blake stood off the bed and pulled the tube from his throat, Jake immediately jumps to his feet and goes to his side, limping slightly from the multiple cuts and gashes on his legs and sides. He keeps his hand in Blake’s and he arm wrapped around his, trying to keep him from getting too far for contact. He reached up with shaking fingers to help Blake secure the mask over his face and leaned a bit into him, still dizzy with fear. They needed to get home, and Jake needed to see his son, to make sure that those sick bastards really had kept their end of the bargain and let him be. He needed to hold his son and make sure everything was alright.]
[hobbling off the bed on unsteady legs, Blake tried to stand on his own and support his husband all at the same time. He knew he had limited amount of air to hold in his lungs, and very limited time to get them out of there. Detaching one of the portable tanks from the wall, Blake intertwined his fingers with his husband’s and quickly pulled him from the infirmary as best as he could, stumbling and unsteady the entire way down the hall until he managed to phone them a taxi. There wasn’t time to wait. They needed to get the hell out of here as fast and as soon as possible. Sure enough, their cab driver was waiting for them outside, and he pulled Jake inside, passing him a few of the towels, his phone, and his clothes that he’d grabbed and tucked under his arm on their way out, quickly pressing the oxygen over his face once more and wheezing deeply from it, ordering the driver to the airport between gasps. As they finally start to move, his exhausted gaze flickers back to his husband’s face, but their fingers are still entwined] H-Hey…[speaks through the mask] He’s okay Jake. He’s…he’s gonna be okay…and we’re…we’re never coming back here…understand me? Not…not ever.
[Jake’s eyes flicker over to Blake’s when he feels his hand squeeze his back, and immediately tears start to steadily fall down his cheeks. The fear that had gripped him since he woke up in the bed next to Blake’s had finally started to ebb away and relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He choked a couple times on his sobs, the quick intake of breath causing a strain on his severed throat and making him wince in pain. But still he shifted his injured body slowly enough so that he could lean down and lay his head on Blake’s chest, just as a nurse walked in to check on them both.]
[if he could manage a soft smile around the tube he would, but Blake’s lips were restricted by the only thing providing oxygen to his injured and frail lung. He could feel the foreign entity pushing against it, stitches no doubt from the knife piercing his chest, and the various other damages to his lungs. He glanced at the nurse and said nothing, simply shifting his hand to Jake’s hair and running his fingers through it softly, knowing that this wasn’t going to be something either of them would be coming back from for awhile. He thought of Jude, and immediately began to move, fumbling for his cell phone on the table beside him. Without thinking twice, he wrenched the breathing tube from his throat and coughed and gasped violently, his grip tightening around Jake as he put in the call as quickly as he could] Medi-plane to New York. I want it there…and ready in the next forty five minutes. I know you keep them…them fueled. [ends the call and grasps at an oxygen machine laying next to the bed and presses the mask over his mouth and nose] Lets go Jake, we’re…we’re getting the…the hell out of here.
-sitting on the edge of Blake’s bed, his knees pulled up to his chest as he stares at his husband, a bandage wrapped around his neck and several more covering his body under the gown he was wearing. He was holding one of Blake’s hands tightly in his own, waiting for any sign of him waking up as he had been for a few days now.-
[it’d been almost a week since the incident, and Blake had been fighting to regain consciousness, feeling his body not responding well to any of the treatments or aids for it to get better, and finally, finally he manages to stir, his eyes flickering open briefly and trying to breathe, only to notice there’s a tube crammed down his throat to support the oxygen flow, and he shuts his eyes again, squeezing back in response to the hand he feels clutching his own and lets his gaze flicker over to his husband, squeezing his hand just a bit more as flashes of memory play in front of his eyes]
um. can we all take a moment to appreciate the fact that blake cut off a dude’s dick?
he is so awesome.
whoo lookit my husband ya’ll.
Hubby loves his hubby <3
OOC: They’ll be fine. Breathe people. They still have a baby to get home to. Breeaaathhheee.
Jake could hardly breath over the panicked gasps and sobs that were falling past his lips as the men forced his face toward Blake. Jake didn’t even need Blake’s telling look to know to close his eyes, he couldn’t bear to watch his husband die slowly at the hands of these crazy men. He let his head fall back against the wall with a strangled cry as soon as he heard the sound of the blade slicing through his husband, letting himself hand limp in restraints around his wrists. He wanted to give up the fight now, as his body shook violently and his lungs were burning with the sheer force of the sobs that were attacking him. But Jude was still alive, and Jude needed him alive. He’d already lost one dad, and Jake was going to be damned if he lost the other at the same time. The other man with the limp chuckled darkly and approached him again, sliding his hand up his leg and between his thighs. “Please…” Jake muttered, jerking away from the man’s touch. “Please just…. just let me go… you’ve… you’ve already taken my husband from me… isn’t that enough? Isn’t that what you wanted?” The man laughed again and slid his fingers through the blood coating Jake’s skin. “Oh darling… that was just the beginning.”
Faintly, ever so faintly, Blake could make out the sound of his husband’s screams. He could hear Jake begging and pleading and whimpering for Blake to save him, but Blake was playing his part. Granted the blood flushing up his throat and filling his lungs wasn’t helping in the slightest, but he was still there. Fueled by a rage he hadn’t been overcome with in so long, hearing both his son and his husband wail for his help, something inside of him snapped. He couldn’t think or breathe alright, but it had nothing to do with the blood he was slowly drowning in. For as much as the nurses like to make fun of his Bruce Banner/Hulk persona, that’s exactly what was happening now. The Hulk was taking over, and it didn’t matter how much pain he was in, or how much he was suffocating. He could hold off on breathing for a little while. All three men were paying attention to Jake now, but one still stood beside Blake, a knife dangling from his pocket. The blood that had coated Blake now rolled down his arm, and he’d managed to slip his hand free of it’s restraint without much of a struggle. Fuckers needed to learn to secure their prisoners better.
Jake was shivering violently now, from a combination of terror, blood loss and the cold air hitting his naked skin. The men were gathered around him now, but he couldn’t make out much of what they were saying to Blake because his ears were ringing. But suddenly the cloth was yanked down from his face and he gasped, panting and sucking in heavy breaths as he glared tiredly around the room at the other men. “You… Y-you sick bastards.. l-let us go… we didn’t… he’s not in charge of all the changes… he’s not completely r-responsible… just…. just l-let us… let us go…. Please…” His voice was raspy, and he could barely keep his eyes open, but then one of the men smirked and pulled out a phone. The room spun a little as Jake waited, trying to decipher what was going on, when he heard it. The sound coming from the phone echoed around the blank walls of the room and sent terror shooting down Jake’s spine. Suddenly he was wide awake, blood loss be damned. These men had his son, and there was no way he was going to give up and let them hurt him.
Blake’s reactions to Jude’s horrible, pained shrieks was the same as his husband’s. He lurched and screamed into the gag and cursed them with every foul name imaginable, but they were hardly paying him any attention. “Jude” Blake pleaded with his eyes. “You know you need to pick Jude. Don’t you dare pick me. Don’t you even think about picking me.” He knew the message was conveying well, and he also saw the horror crossing Jake’s face. But he didn’t care. He didn’t want to live, not at the expense of their son’s own life. Jude was worth everything. Jude was worth all the horror and trauma, the air in his lungs and the life that they had breathed into making him happy. He knew Jake would be devastated, he knew it’d be hard for him to live on, but he needed to, he needed to do it for Jude. Blake had worked so hard to get Jake to where he was now, to make him confident and to breathe new life into him. He knew it would be hard, that Jake would want to give up, but Jude would help him. Jude was worth everything.