"Bru... Bru ... Kid where are you?" Way started shouting as soon as they got in his apartment.
The apartment looked dishevelled and smelled strongly of alcohol. Both Way and Ignis were not into alcohol besides occasional red wine and Bru was strictly a social drinker. Ignis knew his way around Bru's place more than Way did and he went straight to the bathroom.
"Wayyy... WAY...come here .... WAY... HERE!" Ignis started shouting and Way turned around almost slipping on the mat as he ran to the bathroom.
Ignis was holding an unconscious and prone Bru on his lap. "Abre los ojos... Bru! Hermano, puedes oírme, por favor despierta?
'Open your eyes ...Bru! Brother, can you hear me, please wake up?'
"Bru ....kiddo!" Way sat next to him and looked around, there were some vodka bottles and many empty medicine plastic containers. He checked his pulse and breathing. "He is breathing and is not choked, help me pick him up and let's take him to the commode." Way instructed Ignis.
He took the toothpaste tube and smeared some on his fingers and pushed it in Bru's throat. "Bru ... Bru ... Wake up ..." He pushed the fingers and pressed the tongue, inducing gag reflex. Bru stirred and started making vomiting noises but didn't throw up.
"Bru ... Hermano! Wake up ..." Ignis rubbed Bru's back.
"Honey! Take these medicine bottles, call 911 and give them the medicine names that may have possibly been consumed by Bru. Tell them there is a doctor here and I am trying to clear his stomach by inducing vomiting. Go... go ... I will take care of Bru!" Way smeared some more paste and inserted his fingers deeper to make Bru vomit, who had started to wake-up because of the discomfort and gagging.
Ignis collected the bottle and sat outside the bathroom just a few feet away and called 911.
As he started to relay the situation, Bru started puking and Way held his head over the commode. "Ya Kiddo .... Let it out ..." Way rubbed his back and when he stopped puking, he gagged him and made his vomit again, getting covered with it in the process, unflinching or moving away.
"They are on their way, Let me hold him, you make him puke." Ignis held on to Bru as Way pushed his fingers again into his throat till he started throwing up. This went on for almost 10 minutes till the paramedics reached them and Ignis opened the door.
Way introduced himself and apprised them of the situation and gave them step by step actions to take.
The Paramedics followed him, nodding and the respect and hierarchy clearly established, Way gave instructions without being cocky and never touching or offering to do the paramedics job. He was different in his doctor mode, powerful, professional and in control but respectful.
Way rode with Bru in the ambulance as he was a family member and Ignis followed them after quickly picking a sweat shirt and tracks from Bru's closet for Way.
By the time Bru was admitted and Way had changed, Mr and Mrs. Davis reached the spot. The family hugged each other and then Mrs. Davis hugged Ignis and they started crying. The doctors came out of the ER and wheeled Bru to the ICCU with Mr. Davis following them.
Way collected Ignis in his arms and he hugged him close, he continued crying, as he kissed Ignis on his head, he looked over and Mrs. Davis raised her eyebrows at the display. Way nodded, communicating as best as he could in the current situation that he and Ignis were now together. Mrs. Davis smiled at him, crying for Bru but happy for Way and Ignis. They loved Ignis as their own since he was a kid and this was a happy turn of events if it wasn't for what was happening with Bru.
Ignis didn't care about anyone at this point, without Way he did and would learn to live but without his best friend and brother Bru, he would die. He didn't have the energy to pace or talk, hence he just sat in the waiting room praying for Bru. Way spoke with his colleagues and other surgeons as they came to see him in the waiting room.
Kia walked in, her eyes swollen from crying and Way hugged her and she sat next to him, too scared to communicate with Ignis at this point. Way walked up to Ignis frequently, hugging him and kissing his head, but Ignis just kept his head down, elbows on his thighs, praying and remembered the day he had called Bru after being off radar for a year.
"Where the fuck have you been for a year, IGNIS?" Bru's voice broke as he spoke to his friend after a year. "And what number is this?"
"Hola Hermano!" Ignis started crying. "I will tell you everything, you are the first person I am calling from this payphone after Mama came to my college today." He held on tightly to the receiver.
"It doesn't matter, I am packed to drive to your college anyways. I was withdrawing cash when you called. I wanted to come earlier but Dad had a heart scare and Way is in the UK, and you left me alone to deal with everything. Te odio! I fucking hate you bitch!"
"Lo siento, Bru and tambein te amo." Ignis felt a wave of relief to not have lost his only friend. He wanted to ask about Way but not before telling Bru what was going on with him. "I am really sorry and can't wait to see you bro!"
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After about an hour of waiting, the doctor came up to Way and explained that Bru had consumed heavy doses of painkillers, sleeping pills and some random prescription meds like laxatives and anti-allergens clearly wanting to end his life. The clearing of his stomach in time helped, though the dosages wouldn't have killed him but the toxicity would have had some other complications. They had pumped out whatever was remaining and he was now sedated and sleeping and completely out of danger. Mr and Mrs. Davis went to the room and sat there next to him.
Way went to Ignis and kneeled before him, "Babes! Bru is okay now. He is out of danger and is sleeping. Mom and Dad are with him. Come let's see him." Ignis looked up, his eyes red and puffy, "I don't want to see that motherfucker! Fucking hijo de puta!" He got up and walked out of the door. Way gave him the space he needed and went to him after 15 minutes.
