"Jorge! Papi!" Emily screamed. 

Jorge didn't move. As Emily ran across the room, and threw herself down, she had pulled her phone out and was already dialing 911, for an ambulance. Jorge wouldn't respond to her. The dispatcher picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My godfather is unresponsive. I found him laying on the floor."

"Where are you right now, Dear, what the address?" 

"University of Denver, the school arena, in one of the training rooms." 

"Okay, I'll use your phone to pin the location. Now can you see if he is breathing?" 

Emily put her phone on speaker and placed it on the floor. She followed the lady's instructions. She had taken first aid and CPR classes, but she had never had to do it on any living person. Her hands were shaking, and she felt hot and cold at the same time. She pushed on Jorge's chest, over his heart, while the dispatcher counted and repeated the same instructions. 

Someone had come to poke their head in to see if they could start cleaning, but when they saw Emily trying to keep Jorge from dying, he rushed over. The dispatcher over speaker gave him some instructions, about opening doors and meeting the paramedics. He flew out the door, leaving Emily alone with Jorge and the lady on the phone. 

It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only a few minutes, And the door behind her burst open, paramedics came pouring in, pulling a stretcher and all their equipment. One paramedic took over CPR from Emily, and two others started setting up monitors and all the other things. The dispatch lady hung up when Emily told her the ambulance was here. 

"You did good dear." 

Emily hung up the phone, and another paramedic came over to talk to her. 

"Are you the one to call?"

"Yes." Emily whispered, her eyes wide in fear. 

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions." 

Emily just nodded. 

"What is the relationship, if any?"

"He's my godfather, I'm his next of Kin, he has no other family."

The paramedic nodded and typed something into his little hand held screen.

"His name and age?"

"Jorge Esposito. He's only 50."

"Alright. Can you tell me what happened?" 

Emily explained the situation. The paramedics had him now strapped to a spinal board and were lifting him up onto the stretcher. 

"Alright, thank you. You said you were next of Kin?"

Emily nodded, "Can I come with him?"

"Unfortunately no, but we are going to the nearest hospital, Right Arm Medical Centre." 

"Okay..." She whispered, her eyes glued to her godfather, the last good thing in her life. While they wheeled him out into the hall, Emily grabbed her backpack, Jorge's bag and his keys. She would just follow the ambulance. 

Emily followed, her panic was shoved down, and her mind had turned off and gone onto autopilot. She ran to the car, unlocking it, throwing her stuff onto the seat. She saw the ambulance take off, sirens wailing. Her hands were shaking, her her throat felt thick and stuck. She did her best to follow, she hit a few red lights, and she lost the ambulance who just went through. Her stomach was twisting in anticipation and fear. She couldn't lose Jorge. Not her godfather. She was gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. She finally pulled into the hospital emergency parking lot. 

She grabbed her backpack and ran into the building. Skidding to a halt by the desk. The lady looked up from her computer. She smiled at Emily, who felt like she could just collapse into a puddle of tears and panic. 

"I'm looking for someone, he just came in, in an ambulance. Jorge Esposito. Can you tell me where he is? I'm his next of Kin." 

The nurse turned to the computer and typed it in. 

"He is just getting triaged. Go through those door at the end of the hall, take a left-" she looked back at the computer, "Room 4." 

"Thank you!" Emily called as she was already running down the hall. She pushed the door open, skidding around the corner. It was the emergency room, there was pure chaos right now. two other ambulance had come in, there was wailing, and crying. Beeps and alarms. Nurses flying around. Emily did her best to run down the hall, trying to find room 4. Finally finding it, she burst through the door. A few nurses and a doctor were there, franticly working on him. Emily froze. A nurse turned to her.

"You family?" She snapped.

"He's my godfather. I'm his only family, I'm listed as his next of kin." 

"Alright. He had a heart attack, we are just prepping the operating room, he needs a Coronary angioplasty and stent." 

"Okay. But he's going to be okay?"

"Surgery first dear. Now, if you go up to level 3, in the waiting room, the doctor will come find you when he's out of surgery and recovering. Just check in the with nurse first." 

"Okay...thank you." She whispered. 

Emily didn't want to leave, Jorge looked too pale and lifeless. The nurse had to usher her out of the room. The door was snapped closed in her face. Emily turned her head left and right, feeling lost. And very lonely. She made her way down the hall towards the elevators. Pressing the button for 3 she waited, her body was going through the motions, her mind was in shock, she didn't know how to process this situation. The doors dinged open. Emily waited, her stomach twisting and turning, her hands were still shaking. 

She checked in with the nurse at the desk so they could call her when Jorge was in his room. Emily was directed then to the weighting area. With glassy eyes she sunk into the chair. She sat for a long time, just staring. Her mind blank. Finally she pulled her phone out. She scrolled down until she saw Ava's name.

Jorge is in the hospital. I'm staying until he's out of surgy. 

She then typed a message with shacking numb hands and fingers, for a few others. Her throat had a huge lump and her eyes were blurry with unshed tears. She sent it to Newt, Sonya, Jeff, Clint, Alby, Teresa and Minho. 

Jorge had a heart attack. Ambulance took him to Right Arm Medical Centre. He's in emergency surgery right now.

Her phone buzzed, Ava had texted her back.

If you miss curfew, don't bother come home, the doors will be locked. Do not use your key. 

Emily didn't even bother responding. She wasn't leaving. But her heart felt a sharp stab. She knew Ava had no heart, but she didn't except that kind of reaction. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. She hardly moved. She didn't even bother to answer her phone when it buzzed. She just sat, staring at nothing. She had no clue how long she sat. At some point the nurse brought her a blanket with a sad smile.

The doors burst open, Emily picked her head up at the deep voice she recognized. 

"Emily?!" 

She slowly looked around, Minho was striding towards her. And a disgruntled looking Teresa behind him, her arms folded and a scowl on her face. 

"What...what are you guys doing here?" Emily asked bewildered. She could feel Teresa's hate from here.

"You said Jorge was in surgery! And you never answered Sonya or Newt!" Minho cried, he slid into the chair beside her, perched at the end, his hand on her knee. He looked at her with dark eyes full of worry. 

"Is he okay? What happened? Are you okay?"

She shrugged, "I loaded the car and he was on the floor unresponsive. I called the ambulance and..." she clamped her eyes closed, the tears forming. A tear slid out from her eyelashes and slid down her cheek.  "I...i had to do CPR until they showed up, brought him here, they wouldn't let me in the back of the ambulance-"

"How did you get here?" 

"I drove Jorge's car." 

"You freakin drove yourself?" Minho cried.

"yeah..."

She heard him growl slightly. He was frowning, and his eyebrows pulled together. His eyes flicked over her face in concern. 

"They brought him straight into surgery after triage." 

"Shuck Em, I'm sorry!" 

"Story of my miserable life." She whispered, a few more tears slid down her checks. 

"We'll stay." Minho said.

"What?" Teresa asked. Emily could see the anger in her eyes, it was carefully reigned in.

Minho's eyes snapped to her, and gave her a look of disapproval, "Don't you think your sister needs you right now?" 

Teresa huffed, but sat down beside Minho and crossed her arms and legs. Minho leaned back into the chair. Emily didn't move, a few tears sliding down her chin. A few minutes later Teresa shifted, and leaned into Minho. Emily saw out of the corner of her eye, Teresa had her face right by his ear, whispering something. His scowl deepened, and he pulled away. Emily really didn't want to deal with their drama right now. 

"Guys, just go." Emily sighed, "It's fine. I'm just sitting and waiting." 

"See even she says so. Come on baby." Teresa cooed. 

"You don't think your sister needs you right now?" 

"Step sister." The girls said together. Teresa glared at her. And Minho looked back and forth between them. 

"Just go, please." Emily whispered again, trying to keep back the tears. She finally got up leaving her stuff and the blanket on the chair and went to the bathroom down the hall. She was washing her hands when the door opened. Teresa was standing in the door looking murderous. Emily looked away, not wanting a fight. She was already broken, she didn't need Teresa's drama on top of Jorge.

But that's exactly what she was looking for, a fight. She stormed up to Emily, and grabbed a handful of her hair. Emily let out a yelp, when she was jerked backwards. Teresa spun her around and gave her a shove. Emily stumbled back, and She shoved her again, she slammed into the wall mounted dryer. Pain exploded through her side. She clamped her jaw shut and she slid down the wall, tears in her eyes. 

"I told you to leave him alone! BUT. YOU. CAN'T! Again, he dropped everything to come to you! I was finally gonna get past making out! BUT YOU RUINED IT! You ruined everything! You ruined my hole life! YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE ORPHAN! Even your godfather wants out! I HATE you!" She hissed everything through her teeth, murder in her eyes. 

Emily sat in a heap, her head down tears streaming down her face. And to make a point, Teresa gave her a swift kick to the side, the same one she slammed into the dryer. Emily gasped and cried in pain. Teresa spun on her heel and stormed to the door, she ran a hand through her hair and composed herself before leaving the bathroom. Emily stayed huddled, tears sliding down her cheeks.

She gingerly got to her feet finally. She didn't think anything was cracked or broken, but they were definitely bruised. Wiping her tears away, she left the bathroom. The waiting room was empty. She sighed in relief. She gingerly sat back down, leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes, waiting for whatever happens next. She sat for a long time in silence, either with her eyes closed, tears sliding down her cheeks or staring blankly. 

The door opened again, she turned her head hoping it was the doctor. She frowned, and looked away, to her hands in her lap. Minho came back and sat down without a word, placing a hot cup of coffee in her hands.

"Sonya said this was your regular order."

Emily looked up with more tears. 

"Thank you." She whispered.

Minho shrugged, "it's seriously the least I could do. I also sent a text to Newt letting him and Sonya know your okay. They were freaking out a bit, 'cause you didn't respond."

Emily nodded again, and whispered a small thank you.

"Have you told Alby?"

Emily nodded and picked her phone up. She saw a tone of messages and phone calls from Newt and Sonya. She felt a stab of guilt for making them freak out. She saw a msg from Ava. But nothing from Alby. She hesitantly opened the message from Ava.

I will be out of town for the next two weeks. Find somewhere else to stay.

Broken tears of dispair spilt over her lashes. She chocked back a sob. Emily dropped her hands into her lap, still holding the phone.

"The actual shuck?"

Emily didn't say anything. Turning her head away from his horrified expression.

"Emily! What the actual hell is going on at home?" He asked.

"Nothing new."

"Emily Fitz! Tell me right shucken now!" His voice grew more intense and louder.

Emily involuntary flinched with a whimper and shrunk away. Minho froze, his eyes going wide in realization.

"Those scratches on your face after the bike accident weren't from the accident were they."

Emily bit her lip and the tears came faster. A hand gently moved her face so she had to look at him. His dark eyes searched her face.  They looked full of worry and concern. Even though Emily was full of fear, trying to process Jorge in surgery for a heart attack, trying to hide her physical pain in her side, but she could feel her walls crumbling.

"I think you know exactly what goes on." She whispered.

"Emily.."

"Emily Fitz!" A loud voice called from the door. Emily pulled away and looked over, a balding man in a white lab coat and scrubs stood  by the doors. He pulled his gloves off and his hair net.

Emily got up, she hissed, and held her side, ignoring Minho's suspicious look, and hurried over.

"Jorge?" She whispered, she didn't think she could take any more bad news.

The man smiled.

"He's in recovery. He's going to be just fine my dear. The paramedics said you were doing CPR when they arrived. You may have just saved his life. When he is out of recovery and in a room we can call you. You might as well go home."

"Can I just stay here?"

"There isn't much for you to do, Dear, you might as well get a good rest. He will move to a ward tomorrow sometime."

"But-"

"You can come home with me." Minho had come up behind her.

The doctor nodded and left. Emily hung her head. She wrapped her arms around herself. She took a shallow shuddering breath. Minho stepped infront of her.

"I can't Minho." She whispered. Fear of Teresa and retribution over road the fact that Jorge was going to be okay.

"You can and you will. I saw those texts from Ava. She won't let you home."

"What is your girlfriend going to think?" She whispered bitterly.

Minho shrugged. "She can get over it. You need a friend. Someone needs to take care of you now."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently pulled her into a hug. She gasped in pain, tears sprung to her eyes.

"What? What happened? What did I do?"

Emily clamped her jaw closed and eyes closed. Shaking her head.

"Emily. Let me see."

His voice this time was gentle but firm. With shame burning on her face she lowered her clamped arms, Minho cautiously raised the hem of her shirt just slightly. Her side was already starting to bruise.

"When?" He asked dropping the hem of her shirt.

"The bathroom."

"Here?" He gasped, "like two hours ago?"

Emily picked her tear stained face up and glanced at him.

"Yes." She whispered so quietly he hardly heard.

She glanced up again and saw murder in his eyes.