Where's Joey?, chapter 2

I kissed the top of my son's forehead as sirens came up the driveway. He'd stopped seizing a minute ago. Finally.

I ran to the door and flung it open as they rushed inside with a stretcher. They put him on and wheeled him off. "Are you coming, Ma'am?" a man asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and stooped down to Jakob's level. "Hunny, "I said, "Your daddy should be home in a minute, okay? I need you to stay here. Don't open the door for anyone. Okay?" He nodded. I swiped away a stray tear that was on his cheek. "Is Joey going to be okay?" he asked.
"Let's hope so, baby."
"I love you, Mommy."

I gave him a kiss on the forehead and walked out the door. I hopped into the back of the ambulance and we drove off.

I looked at my son lying on the stretcher. Why would he do this to himself? I know it's because Billie's never around, but, why this? I ran a hand through his thick, black hair. My baby's dying...

We pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and they rolled him straight to the emergency room. They stopped me before I could follow. They made me wait in the waiting room. I didn't read a magazine or watch the TV like everyone else was doing. I rested my head in my hands and cried.

After a while, a hand grabbed my shoulder, making me jump. I looked up to see a doctor smiling down at me. I stood up and shook his hand. "Is my son going to be okay?" I asked. His smile dropped a little. "Well," he said, "He did have a big blood loss. We stitched up his wrists and everything, but, it's too early to tell."

I broke down. "Y-you mean to tell me that my baby might d-die?!"I cried. He slowly and gravely nodded. I couldn't stop crying. "Isn't there anything you can do?" I asked. "No," he said, "All we can do is pray."
"Can I see him at least?"
"He's asleep."
"I don't care!"

He had a nurse lead me to the room where they kept Joey. I was shocked at the state he was in. He looked so helpless lying on the bed with that tube through his nose. There was a needle in his arm. I slowly walked to the side of his bed and put my hand on his arm. The heart monitor beeped slowly and normally. A tear from my eye fell on his cheek, making him look like he was crying. I wiped it away.

There was some commotion outside as a man's voice sad, "I don't give a damn! He's my son!" The door was pushed open and there stood Billie. He gasped as he looked at Joey. Then he looked at me. He walked next to me. "Joey..."he said under his breath. He sat down on a chair in the corner and cried into his hands. "It's all my fault!" he cried. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Babe, no it's not."
"Yes it is! I'm never around!"
"He's just going through a stage-"
"Enough with the stupid stage crap, Adi! This is my fault and you know it!"
"Please don't yell at me."
"I'm sorry."
"We don't know why he did thi-"
"I do! I did the same thing to myself when my dad died! He was never around! That's why I did it! It's the same reason for him! He did it because I'm never around, Adi!"

He looked up at me with big, green, blood-shot eyes. I wiped away a tear that lingered on his cheek. There was a knock on the door. Billie stood up as the doctor walked in. "Well, "he said, looking at a clipboard that he held in his hand, "The chances that he will wake up have improved." I let out a sigh of relief. "However," he continued, "If or when he does, he has still lost a fair amount of blood. There may be some brain damage." "I don't care," Billie said," As long as my son's okay."