Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

After a few hours of watching Joe sleep, Fenton was getting tired himself. He had already called and made sure that Laura and Frank had made it home and were settled in with the alarm on. He had also made sure that the officer outside the door was aware of the situation and knew what he was looking for.

Fenton had just opened the last magazine that he hadn’t read cover to cover, when he heard Joe gasp. He looked up and saw Joe’s head rolling from side to side and his good arm wildly pushing at sides of the bed. Then Joe let out a scream and a strangled, “N-ooo! Let go of me!”

In an instant, Fenton had dropped the magazine on Joe’s bed, and gently grabbed Joe’s good hand to sooth him before Joe ripped out his IV. The officer opened the door and asked if Fenton needed help. Fenton was still trying to wake Joe, but his motions were getting more erratic.

“Go get a doctor, please. I can’t get him to wake up,” Fenton called. The officer quickly left. Fenton continued to speak calmly to Joe and held onto his hand. Joe breathing was coming in gasps as he struggled in his nightmare world.

Fenton was relived when he heard the door open behind him. “Finally,” he thought. Joe needed help.

“I can’t get him to wake up, he’s having a nightmare. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt himself,” Fenton said as he turned slightly still trying to hold Joe’s arm to keep it still. Just then, a fist connected with Fenton’s head and his world went black.

“I like the kid better when he is not awake,” Ron said to himself as he grabbed a pillow off the bed that Frank had vacated earlier and pressed it over Joe’s nose and mouth. The lack of air woke Joe briefly from his nightmare and his eyes connected with those of his attacker. He struggled against the pillow with his good arm, but soon the darkness overtook him.

Ron heard voices getting closer to the room. He had to hope that Joe had been without air long enough. He definitely wasn’t going to get caught here. Ron smoothed out his scrubs and walked out of the room as the officer and doctor were approaching.

As Dr. Bates and the officer hurried into the room, they took in the scene. Fenton was unconscious, lying on the floor, having slid out of his chair. Joe was still and his lips were turning blue. Dr. Bates flew across the room to Joe, and hit the emergency button to call more staff. He detected a weak pulse, but Joe was not breathing. Dr. Bates performed CPR as more doctors and nurses entered the room. Some turned their attention to Fenton who was just starting to wake.

Just then, Joe took his own shuttering breath. Dr. Bates said relief evident in his voice, “He’s breathing again on his own.”

The doctor took in the pillow on the floor next to Joe and said, “It looks like someone tried to smother him.”

Fenton sat up quickly at hearing this, his head spinning, “Oh my God! Joe! Is he alright?”

“Joe’s okay – he should wake up here in just a minute. Fenton, how are you?” Dr. Bates asked as he supported the man with the help of a nurse and set him down on Frank’s old bed.

“I’m okay, really. I hope the officer was able to catch the person who did this.”

Just then they heard a soft moan escape Joe’s lips and his eyes fluttered open. “Easy Joe,” Fenton said as he lowered himself into the seat beside Joe’s bed.

“Wha’ happen?” Joe slurred. “Bad dream. Couldn’t breath. Head hurts now,” Joe said as he tried to get his eyes to focus.

Fenton, ignoring Joe’s question, spoke calmly, “Joe, you’re okay now.”

Just then, the officer flew back into the room. “I’m sorry Mr. Hardy. The suspect got away. I lost him in the corridors in the basement.” The officer stopped quickly as his eyes landed on Joe who was very pale and was staring at him with wide eyes.

“What happened?” Joe repeated more forcefully this time. His eyes focused on his father and caught sight of the bruise now forming near his hairline. “Dad, are you okay?” he demanded as he struggled to sit up in bed to get a better look.

“Lie down,” Fenton and Dr. Bates said to Joe simultaneously as they gently pushed him back down.

“Fine. I’m lying down. What is going on here?” he said. Then he said faintly, “Oh, I remember.”

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