"Nooooooo!" he yelled entering the back lounge of the bus. "Call 911, now" he screamed as he held his best friend in his arms, rocking and sobbing.

It seemed like forever before the ambulance finally arrived. The paramedics worked feverishly intubating his friend, drawing blood,  inserting IVs and attaching the cardiac monitor as they all stood by helplessly watching the scene unfold in front of them.

He jumped in the back of the ambulance, adament he was going with them. "Meet us there" he yelled out the door before it closed.

He watched as the medics continued to work on his friend, praying they would get to the hospital in time.

****
Having given all the information to the medical team in the hospital he stood outside the glass enclosure where they continued to work on his friend whose body was now jerking uncontrollably. Orders were shouted amongst the team, medications were administered into the tubes as he himself shook with fear. Finally, the movements had stopped. One of the doctors came out to speak to him.

"Please, come with me" she advised. He followed her to a small room down the hall. Once inside, she closed the door "please have a seat" she gestured while getting him a cup of water from the nearby water cooler.

Tim took the cup, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips. She gave him a moment to try to calm himself. He looked up at her, for a moment something about her seemed familiar though he did not know her.  He finally found the courage to speak "is..he.." he couldn't bring himself to ask.

She sat down in front of him, " he's resting now. We've given him medications to stop the seizure he was having. We believe that's what happened before you found him based on the history you provided. We will be conducting more tests to confirm, but we suspect excessive brain swelling at this time. If that's the case, we may need to perform energency surgery".

Tim nodded, knowing the time had come, again, to make decisions for someone else's life.

"Do you know how to contact Maggie or Heather " she asked. He looked at her, surprised. That's why she looked familiar, realizing she was the girl in the photos at Chance's home. This was Jasmina. "We need permission to proceed on his behalf" she stated.

Tim explained he had power of attorney, a signed health care proxy and living will all signed for him to make medical decisions for Chance when the time finally came.

"Great, if you can produce these documents, we can proceed without delay" she told him.

"You're Mina, aren't you" he finally said.

"Yes, yes, I am" she replied.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, to know why she left him the way she had. But this was neither the time or place, nor was it really his business he decided.

There was a brief knock at the door before a nurse peeked in to say others had arrived asking about her patient and that she sent them to the waiting room.

"That's probably the rest of the band, they'll want to know how he is and should have the paperwork you need with them" Tim explained.

"Let me show you where they are" she stated opening the door.

As they walked down the hall, Chance was being wheeled by, still unconscious. She explained he was  going for a CT scan before any other treatment would be performed. Tim took a long look at his friend, so many memories and emotions flooding his mind. 'God, help me make the right decisions' he thought as he entered the waiting room.

The guys immediately stood, Adam stepped forward handing Tim the paperwork. "Thank you" he said as he handed it to Mina.

"I'll be back soon to explain what the next steps will be" she advised before walking away.

Tim sat down, running his hands through his hair before bringing everyone up to date on what had happened so far.

"The doctor that was just here,  yeah she's his or was his fiance'" Tim informed them as he pulled out his phone to contact Dr. Daniels.

"No way" Austin replied.

"Seriously" Chris, Adam and Rob stated in unison.

"Hold up" Austin began "can she legally treat him. I mean, ya know, because of their relationship".

Tim shrugged as he dialed Dr. Daniels number.

****
"I understand, we'll get the first flight out in the morning. Thank you for calling, please keep me posted" he stated before hanging up the phone.

Marcus hurried back to the house after taking Meeshka out one last time for the evening. Maggie was getting ready for bed when he walked into the room. He took her by the hand, guiding her to the bed to sit. She immediately knew something was wrong.

"It's Chance isn't,  whats happened, where is he" she asked as he sat beside her.

Marcus explained everything that Tim had told him. "I told him we would get the next flight out in the morning" he added.

"I just talked to him tonight. He finally answered his phone. Marcus, he was in so much pain, I could hear it in his voice"  She began to cry "he told me not to come until he saw the doctors this week, until he had answers"

Marcus pulled her close, "he's in good hands Maggie. They are in North Carolina, actually near the facility he was going to for his appointment. We'll head out as soon as we can in the morning. I need to book a flight, do you want to call Heather or do you want me to?"

Maggie wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself "I'll call, she and Jake will want to go as well" she told him.

He held her a bit longer,  comforting her and assuring her that he would finally be getting the proper treatment he needed.