Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“Well, I jumped the guy. That’s when I called you. I had just managed to pin him when someone hit me from behind. I guess there was more than one intruder,” Frank told them.

“I’ll go check the front door,” Joe said. He cautiously approached the front hallway, snatching up one of the Hardys’ guns as he went. Just moments later, he returned to the living room. “What’d you find?” Frank queried.

“Not much,” Joe replied. “The door was slightly open, so they obviously left in a hurry. It hadn’t been forced open so I’m guessing they either got their hands on a key or they managed to pick the lock.”

“Any chance for prints?” Frank asked. He sat up and winced as he felt a throbbing where he had been hit.

“I’ll go check,” Joe replied as he started walking towards the office to get the fingerprint kit.

“And I’m going to get an icepack for that bump on your head,” Brandi said as she headed towards the kitchen. She returned shortly, holding a towel with a bag of ice wrapped in it. She held it on the bump on the back of Frank’s head to stop the swelling.

After several minutes, when Joe failed to return, Frank began to get worried. “I wonder what is taking Joe so long,” Frank said out loud. “I had better go check on him.” He started to get up.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Brandi said as she gently pushed him back. “I’ll go look for him.”

“It’s not safe,” Frank protested.

“I’ll be fine,” she returned. “Do you have another gun in here?”

“There’s one in the end table drawer,” Frank told her. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” she told him. She grabbed the gun and started to walk towards the hallway. At that moment she saw a figure dressed in black running towards the front door. “Stop!” she yelled. When the intruder failed to do so, she fired a shot in his direction. Instead of stopping, he flung the door open and ran down the hall. By the time Brandi made it to the hall, the man was long gone. She quickly shut and locked the front door. Concerned for Joe, she dashed towards the office. As she approached the office, she noticed that Joe was lying on the floor. She quickly knelt by his side and felt for a pulse. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt a weak but steady pulse.

At that moment, Frank appeared in the doorway of the office. He leaned against the doorpost, unsteadily, and asked, “What happened?”

Brandi quickly told him and then asked him what she should do about Joe.

“Is there any sign of a blow to the head?” Frank asked her. When she replied in the negative, he said, “Then he’ll be fine. He was probably drugged. Let’s carry him to his bed and he should wake up before too long.” Frank and Brandi picked up their younger brother and carried him to his bed. Brandi volunteered to watch over him for a while to make sure that he really was okay. After obtaining a promise from Brandi to wake him if anything happened, Frank returned to the couch and went to sleep.

Some time later Frank was suddenly awakened yet again by Brandi shaking him. “I’m worried,” she told him. “Joe hasn’t woke up yet and he seems to be getting worse.”

Frank was instantly wide awake. He hurried to Joe’s room and was shocked to see that Joe’s skin was pale. As he approached the bed, he could see that Joe’s breathing was shallow and labored. “This is not good,” he declared. “They must have been using something other than chloroform or he would be awake by now.” He immediately pulled out his cell phone and called 911. Within moments he was explaining the situation to an operator who immediately dispatched an ambulance to the Hardys’ apartment.

Frank and Brandi waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive. Within minutes they heard the siren approaching the building. Soon, several paramedics were strapping Joe onto a stretcher and rolling him out of the building to the waiting ambulance. Frank followed and hopped into the back of the ambulance.

“I’ll follow you,” Brandi told Frank as the paramedics closed the ambulance doors. He passed her his keys and she ran towards the garage where the Hardys kept their bright yellow car. Within moments she was behind the ambulance as it sped towards the hospital.

At the hospital, Brandi and Frank waited impatiently as Joe was taken to be examined. They paced up and down the waiting room. After about an hour, a doctor approached them. “Mr. Hardy?” he inquired.

“That’s me,” Frank answered, giving the man his full attention.

“We have managed to stabilize your brother, but we are unable to determine the cause of his unconsciousness.”

“So he’s still unconscious?” Brandi asked.

“That is correct,” the doctor affirmed.

“You don’t have any idea what is wrong?” Frank asked incredulously.

“We have given him antidotes for all of the common knock-out drugs, but they do not seem to be having any effect. We have sent his blood out for testing to see if we isolate the poison, but that could take some time.”

“He will wake up soon though, won’t he?” Frank asked.

“Mr. Hardy,” the doctor said, “if we don’t find out how to combat this substance, he may never wake up!”

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