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Desire and Revenge	By : AbiDanielle Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Ten

Finding a new house had been one of the easiest tasks David had ever had to do, surprisingly. By the time the two of them were home sitting down for dinner, they’d already found a house and put a down payment on it. Now they were working on moving into the house. Jason had come over to help them with the moving, along with Michael Johns who also was on their season of American Idol. None of them knew what had happened to Chikezie or David Hernandez but that didn’t matter. They had never been that close to them anyway. David had protested about Jason coming when he should be home with his son but Jason said it wasn’t an option, he was going to help them. Besides, he said that Ramiele told him he’d been doing too much for Austin lately and he needed to get out and take some time for himself. David was still hesitant about it but he didn’t say anything more on the subject.

And so it was that the four of them could be found attempting to move a couch into the new house. “No, try turning it sideways,” David commented as Michael and Cook wrestled with the couch, trying to get it through the door. Jason was on the outside of the house, observing the situation from Cook’s end.

“No, the other way,” David heard Jason comment. He could tell what he was talking about. Michael was turning the couch one way, while Cook was turning it the other. “No to your right David!” Jason said with a laugh. David couldn’t help but laugh to as just as Cook turned the couch to the right, Michael attempted to do the same. Neither of them were realizing that Michael’s right was Cook’s left and vice versa.

“Michael, turn it the other way,” David said through fits of giggles. Michael looked at him for a moment before finally turning the couch to his left, matching up to Cook’s turn and the couch rotated onto its side. After that, it eased right into the doorway and the two of them were able to set it down for repositioning later when Cook and David perfected their new home.

Cook sat down on the couch after setting it down and David went and sat on his lap, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him deeply. “Okay guys, I thought we were supposed to be moving here,” came Michael’s voice and David and Cook reluctantly parted and burst into laughter. Michael had never exactly been comfortable with the fact that two of his friends were hot for each other but he had learned to live with it.

“You’re such a homophobe,” Cook said, as David climbed off his lap and stood up, heading for the kitchen. “Honestly, you’d think you’d be used to it by now.” He shook his head and the Australian man just glared at him for a moment. “So, how are things going with Carly and her husband?” Cook went on to ask, changing the subject. At this, Michael brightened instantly and took a seat next to Cook on the awkwardly placed couch.

“Well, they’re expecting their third child now,” he commented and Cook’s eyes went wide. He’d missed so much, having had been kidnapped. He found himself wishing he’d attempted his escape sooner.

He was about to reply though when a loud banging noise from outside met their ears. David came dashing out of the kitchen and looked at the two of them. Michael and Cook looked at each other. A moment later, the three of them all shouted at the same time, “JASON!” Michael and Cook bolted up from the couch and David joined them as they ran out of the house. They came screeching to a halt on the doorstep and Cook whipped out his cell while David stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with fright and his face pale as a sheet. Michael was the only one who ran forward to inspect the damage.

Jason was lying face down in the grass. Whether he was conscious or not remained to be seen. He had been wearing a white button down shirt but now it looked almost red as blood from a wound in his lower back soaked through it. Michael was frantic but he tried to stay calm. He had to stay positive but it was hard when it was Jason. Sweet and charming Jason had just been shot, but by who? And why had they shot him? He wondered briefly if the bullet had been meant for anyone of them and Jason just happened to get it because he had been outside at the time of the shot. He would worry about that later.

“Jason?” Michael asked in a quiet voice. He’d pulled his jacket off and supplied pressure to the wound in his friend’s back. He didn’t care how expensive the jacket was, right now, making sure Jason stayed alive long enough to get to the hospital at the least, was more important. The guy was young. He’d just become a father barely more than a month before. Austin needed him.

A small groan came from the grass up by where Jason’s face was pressed into it and Michael sighed with relief, feeling happy that he was at least still alive. “Jason, listen to me buddy,” the Australian man said in as calm a voice as he could. “Whatever you do, don’t try to move. You’ve been shot in the back. If you attempt to move, you can possibly do more damage to yourself.” Jason answered with another groan. Michael could see him slowly turn his head to the side so that he was not lying with his face in the grass. A thin line of blood could be seen at the corner of his mouth. “Oh geez,” Michael commented. He turned his eyes to Cook and called out, “Tell them to hurry up! It looks pretty bad.” Cook, who was on the phone with 911, nodded his head.

David didn’t think he could handle much more of this. His knees gave way and Cook made a talented move of catching him with one arm as he held the phone to his ear with the other. A second later, he hung up and wrapped both arms around David, trying to comfort the twenty-two year old. Sure, David was a grown man now but he was still the baby of their Idol family and that made this a lot for him to deal with still.

“Someone has to call Ramiele,” David managed to crack out. It was clear he was crying. His face was white and tearstained. He was clinging to Cook as though he thought that if he were to let go of him, he would fall right of the face of the Earth. His tears remained, although he tried to be strong and contain himself. It wasn’t easy for him. He’d never had to experience something like this before and Cook had hoped that he wouldn’t have to but it seemed that somebody else had other plans.

No one said anything the entire time they waited for the ambulance to arrive. Michael stayed at Jason’s side, applying pressure to the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. David stayed on the stoop, wrapped in Cook’s arms. Cook was trying to calm David down. No one had called Ramiele yet but it didn’t seem to matter because they figured that the hospital would be calling her anyway. David hadn’t been able to bring himself to say anything else. He continued to silently sob against Cook’s arm. It was hard on him, Cook knew that and he wasn’t going to pressure his lover into saying anything. It just wasn’t something that would be good for the younger man right now.

To David, it seemed to be an eternity before the ambulance finally arrived. When they did, Michael moved out of their way and David heard them thanking him for what he’d done to attempt to stop the bleeding while they were on their way there. Michael stepped back a few paces and let the paramedics work on Jason. Within minutes, they had him stabilized and strapped to a gurney. Okay, he wasn’t stabilized, merely situated so that his wound wouldn’t be aggravated on the way to the hospital. One of the paramedics came over to the three of them as Michael had come to join David and Cook on the stoop.

”We’re going to need one of you to ride in the ambulance so that you can provide the information for him,” the paramedic said, a clipboard in his hand. Instantly, Michael stepped forward. Neither Cook nor David protested and Cook gave a short nod. “And what would your name be?” the paramedic asked as he looked down at the clipboard.

“Michael Johns,” Michael replied. The paramedic looked up at him for a moment, an eyebrow raised. “Yes, the same Michael Johns from American Idol season seven,” he added automatically before the medic could ask. “And the patient is Jason Castro. He’s twenty-five years old and married. His wife’s name is Ramiele Malubay Castro. They had a one month old son named Austin.” The medic nodded his head, taking all the information down. Although it was apparent that he had been surprised that the patient was none other than Jason Castro, he took all of the information with a professional attitude and wrote it down accordingly. Then he waved his hand for Michael to follow him and he did, climbing into the back of the ambulance. He looked at Cook and David and called out, “So I’ll see you guys at the hospital.” Cook merely nodded his head and watched the medic climb into the ambulance behind Michael and shut the doors. Then, the vehicle pulled out and set off down the street.

“Come on David, we better get to the hospital,” Cook said in a gentle voice as he turned to look at David again. David nodded his head and pulled himself to his feet with Cook’s help. The two of them shut and locked the door and headed over to Cook’s car. They climbed in, buckled up and set off for the hospital.

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An hour later, David and Cook sat in the waiting room of Los Angeles Medical center, Cook still holding tightly to David who was trying not to cry but he was still finding it hard. Michael had yet to emerge from the doors that led into the back where both Davids knew that Jason was being treated in a trauma cubicle or something like that. Cook was rocking back and forth in the chair, David on his lap, making calm soothing voices. David was whimpering, his face still white as a sheet. He couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and caring as Jason had been shot in the back. Who would want to do such a thing? A part of him had a feeling that whomever it was had been aiming for him or Cook but since both of them were inside at the time, Jason had been the one to receive the blow instead. Oh why hadn’t he been out there to take that shot? If he had, it would be him who was in that trauma room right now and Jason would be safe and sound, sitting here in the waiting room. Michael would probably be with him as Cook would surely be the one who would have gone in the ambulance to provide David’s information. But that was not what had happened. And instead, it was their sweet Jason verging on the edge of death.

Just then, Michael emerged from the double doors that led to the back. He had a solemn look on his face, as he stared down at the ground. When he reached the two of them, Cook met his eyes but David was unable to do so. The look in Michael’s eyes scared Cook and he thought the worst for Jason. Even without looking, David could feel the intensity of the moment and started crying harder. “He didn’t make it, did he?” Cook asked in a very quiet voice.

“That’s not true,” Michael said and David stopped crying abruptly to look up at him. He took a seat next to them and looked at both of them. “He was very lucky. He’s going to live, thanks to what I did before the ambulance showed up. He’s still in critical condition and they’ve just taken him into the operating room to remove the bullet from its lodgings in his back. The nurse said if I hadn’t supplied pressure to the wound when I did, he might have died of blood loss. There’s still a slim chance that he could possibly die, but the doctors have given him a higher rate of survival. He’s critical but only just. They think if he pulls through the surgery alright, he’ll only be in the ICU for about a day or two.”

For a moment, neither David nor Cook said anything. They simply stared at him. Then, a frown crossed Cook’s face and he punched Michael in the shoulder. “You asshole. You really had me thinking that he hadn’t made it, that look on your face and all.” Michael gave him an apologetic look and stared down at the ground again. A moment later, the Australian man seemed to be lost in thought as he sat there, staring at the ground. Neither David nor Cook bother to ask him what he was thinking about. They just left him to his thoughts.

All three of them lost themselves in their own thoughts, David praying for Jason to pull through the surgery and make a full recovery. None of them had really been paying attention to what was going on, when a familiar but frantic voice met their ears and the three of them looked up.

“Where is he? Where’s Jason?!” It was Ramiele and she was standing in front of the three of them, Austin in her arms. The little boy was wailing at the top of his lungs. It was clear that the baby could sense the tension that was filling the room and it was starting to affect him. He was crying up a storm and Ramiele was attempting to calm him down while at the same time, trying to calm herself down. After all, it was her husband who had been hurt.

“He’s in surgery right now Ramiele,” Michael said, standing up and offering to take Austin from her. Ramiele didn’t hesitate. She hadn’t the baby over to Michael who sat down with him and started rocking him, making quiet shushing noises. A moment later, Austin began to calm down a little bit. Michael looked back up at Ramiele who had dropped into a chair next to him. “They’re attempting to remove the bullet from his back right now. They’ve given him a high chance of survival,” he told her. That seemed to console her just a bit but David could tell that it didn’t make her feel better completely. He didn’t blame her. He was devastated and he wasn’t even more than a friend to Jason. The guy was one of David’s closest friends and he’d stuck by his side ever since Cook’s disappearance and even before then. It pained him to see Jason in such a situation as this and he hoped that it would never happen to anyone he knew every again.

No one said another word. They all just sat there, Michael gently rocking baby Austin, Ramiele sobbing quietly into her hands, David whimpering, and Cook trying to sooth him. None of them felt that there was really anything to be said. It was in God’s hands now and all they could do was hope that Jason would pull through and that he would be okay. David didn’t know what to think about all this and he wondered if they needed to move again but he didn’t think they did. While part of him thought that maybe the shot was intended to hit him or Cook, a much larger part of him felt it was just a drive by like any other. Not many happened nowadays, especially not in the areas where celebrities lived, which was where the new house was. That meant that whomever had shot Jason, must have come to the community, which David knew to normally be very safe, just to shoot a celebrity. Someone was trying to do something that would really get them in trouble. They wanted to look like some big shot David figured. But they didn’t look like a big shot. They were worth less than dirt in his mind. How could people be so selfish? That was one thing David didn’t think he would ever understand. It wasn’t fair to other people. Just because they were celebrities, people thought it was funny to try and kill them. Well, some of these celebrities may turn out to be the nicest people you’d ever met. But people like whomever it was who shot Jason, didn’t see things like that. They just saw big snotty rich people and that was what made them worth less than dirt.

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David blinked his eyes and lifted his head to look around. Cook was asleep in the chair, his arms wrapped tightly around David. Michael was also asleep in the chair next to them, his head resting against the wall behind him. Little Austin was still in his arms and he too, was asleep. As if concluding the group, Ramiele seemed to have fallen into an uneasy sleep of her own. David was confused. When had he fallen asleep? The last thing he remembered, he’d been thinking about how whomever had shot Jason was worth less than dirt and now here he was, blinking open his eyes. He turned his head to stare at the window across the room. It was dark outside. That meant that it must be late, sometime in the middle of the night even. It had still been the afternoon when they’d all arrived at the hospital. He wondered exactly how long he’d been asleep for and what he had missed because he had been asleep.

Gently removing Cook’s arms from around him, he slid off his lover’s lap, trying not to wake him, and walked up to the front desk where a nurse was looking over some papers. He wasn’t sure if he should disturb her or not but he wanted to know what was going on with Jason. He had to know what had happened during the operation. He cleared his throat gently and the nurse looked up. She gave him a polite smile.

“What can I do for you Mr. Archuleta?” she asked. It was clear that she knew who he was.

“Um…” David began, not sure what to say exactly.

“You want to know how your friend is, right?” David found that he wasn’t surprised that she knew what he wanted. He gulped and nodded his head. “Wait here for a moment and I’ll go get the doctor for you.” He nodded his head again, not sure what to say. His throat felt dry and he knew that he was worrying about what news the doctor might bring. But he had to stay positive.

The nurse got up from the desk after giving a second nurse some instructions, and disappeared into the back. David stood there waiting, tapping his hand nervously on the counter. The second nurse looked up at him and smiled encouragingly before returning her eyes to the paperwork in front of her.

All too soon, the doctor emerged from the back and David saw the nurse sit back down in her seat. He gave her a quiet thank you by nodding his head yet again, which she returned before going back to her work. Then, he turned his attention to the doctor and he was relieved to find that the doctor wore a smile on his face. That was always a good sign. Perhaps Jason had pulled through the surgery at least. That would be enough good news to satisfy David and reassure him that everything should be okay again.

“Hello David,” the doctor said in a friendly voice. He stuck out his hand for David to shake, which David did, though it was obvious that he was shaking from head to toe with worry. “I’m Dr. Stephens,” the doctor went on. “I’m the one who’s managing Jason’s case and I believe I have some good news for you. Great news actually,” he said, the smile on his face brightening.

“Great news?” David asked in a surprised voice. Dr. Stephens nodded.

“Yes, great news. Jason has already done much better than any of us expected him to. He pulled through the surgery with ease. We got the bullet out and patched up the wound in his back nicely. After doing that, we took some x-rays of Jason’s spine. Miraculously, Jason has escaped any serious injury to his spinal cord. He will walk again. The bullet missed it by mere centimeters. He was very, very lucky.” At these words, David felt his knees buckle and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. The doctor looked startled.

“David!” cried a voice and David turned his head to see Cook coming towards him. The thud must have woken the older man up. He knelt beside David on the ground and looked up at the doctor for a moment before he turned back to David. “Are you alright baby?” he asked, kissing him all over the face. For a moment, David just marveled in the feel of his lover’s lips on his skin. He let out a gentle moan, snaking one arm up around the other man’s neck. But he shook it off and looked at him.

“I’m fine love,” he said and his tone was surprisingly bright and happy. “He’s going to be okay David. He’s going to walk again!” he cried happily. Cook’s eyes widened and he turned to look up at the doctor.

“Is that true? Will Jason walk again?” he asked. The doctor smiled and nodded his head.

“I was just telling David here that Jason was very lucky. The bulled missed his spinal cord by mere centimeters. He is expected to make a full recovery now,” he told him. At these words, Cook’s eyes lit up and he picked David up and spun him around in the air. David laughed.

“What’s all the cheer for?” asked another voice and the two of them turned to see Michael approaching them, a yawning Austin in his arms as the little boy awoke from his own sleep.

“Jason’s going to make a full recovery. The bullet missed his spinal cord!” David cried out. A smile crossed Michael’s face.

“That’s great news!” He glanced over at Ramiele who was still asleep.

“Let her rest for now,” Cook told him. “She’s been through a rather horrid ordeal. We can tell her when she wakes up.” He turned to face Dr. Stephens again. “Can we see him?” he asked. The doctor smiled once more.

“Well, normally we don’t allow more than one person in the ICU at the same time but in your guys case, I’m willing to make an exception. Unfortunately though, I’m afraid I can’t let the little boy in. It’s not a safe environment for him in there.” Michael nodded his head and stepped back.

“You two go ahead. I’ll stay out here with Austin and Ramiele,” he said.

“Are you sure?” David asked. Michael nodded his head.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll go see him when you two come out. Perhaps by that time, Ramiele will have woken up and the two of us can go in and see him together.” David and Cook both nodded their heads and they turned to follow the doctor out of the room.

Dr. Stephens led them through the double doors that led into the emergency room and they followed him straight through to another pair of double doors. They went right through those too and continued on route down the hallway in front of them. They took a left at the intersection where they were met with yet another set of double doors that marked the entrance to the ICU. They passed through these doors as well and Dr. Stephens led them a little ways down the hall to a room marked with the number 158. He smiled at the two of them and placed his hand on the knob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open.

“Jason,” Dr. Stephens said in a quiet voice and David was surprised to see that his friend was awake, watching the TV that hung on the wall. He turned his head when he heard the doctor speak. “You have some visitors,” Dr. Stephens went on. Jason smiled when he saw David and Cook.

“Thank you doctor,” he said. His voice was soft but strong. That meant he must have been awake for a while. Dr. Stephens nodded, turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. “Hello,” Jason said to David and Cook.

“Jason!” David cried happily. He immediately ran over to the bed and pulled up a chair. His friend didn’t look too bad. He had an IV in his hand of course but other than that, there really wasn’t to see. He didn’t have a heart monitor on him but for the most part, he appeared much in the same state Ramiele had when she’d given birth to Austin. David was willing to bet though, that his lower section was wrapped up under the hospital gown.

“Hello David, it’s good to see you too,” Jason replied with a short laugh. David only smiled. He leaned over and gently hugged his friend. Jason welcomed the hug but was grateful that David was being gentle with him. By that time, Cook had joined them at the bed, only he was standing. “And David,” Jason added, looking up at him.

“The doctor says you’re going to make a full recovery,” Cook said. Jason nodded.

“Yes, I know. I’ve already been told that. He said I was very lucky.” David frowned. “What’s the matter David?” Jason asked him, looking slightly puzzled.

“It’s just that, I feel so bad. If you hadn’t been helping us, you wouldn’t have gotten shot,” he replied, shaking his head. Jason took hold of his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know that someone was going to attempt to shoot one of us. You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, it’s my own fault. I should’ve have gone in with Cook after he’d managed to push the couch in. Instead, I opted to stay outside and take in the view. It’s a beautiful area you’ve chosen to live in by the way,” he added. David smiled gently.

“Thank you,” he replied in a soft voice.

“Well, we should probably let you get some rest,” Cook said. “Michael still wants to come in and we’re hoping that Ramiele wakes up so she can come in with him. We would have come in altogether but Ramiele was still asleep and the doctor said that they couldn’t allow Austin in.” Jason nodded his head.

“I’m not surprised. As much as I love my son, I’d rather he not be brought in to see me. I don’t want to risk anything and I don’t want my little boy to see his daddy looking vulnerable,” Jason said. David stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. He gave Jason’s hand a squeeze, which Jason returned with a smile on his face.

“We’ll come back to visit you every single day until you’re released from the hospital,” David said with a smile. “And we’ll help you to get home too when that day comes,” he added. Jason smiled back at him.

“I’d like that,” he said shortly. “You two take care of yourselves. Get that house looking good so we can throw you a housewarming party.” Cook and David both laughed.

“Barely out of surgery and you’re already talking about housewarming parties,” Cook said, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m not going to let a little accident keep me from living my life now am I?” Cook and David both laughed and Jason joined in with them but stopped not too long after. It seemed that laughing hurt him just a bit. “Well, I’ll see you guys later than.” Cook and David nodded and with one last wave, the two of them left the room.
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