[[FIC]] 069 - Shattered

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069 – Shattered
100 Theme Challenge from deviantArt (information found here)
Fandom – For this part, it's Green Street
Rating – PG-15 for swearing
Characters – OFC, Steve Dunham, Tommy Hatcher
Disclaimer – I don't own Green Street, and I'm not making a penny from this. It's all just for fun, I hope you enjoy it.
Summary – When Tommy Junior died, it wasn't just Tommy Hatcher Senior whose life would change forever.

Steve grabbed Ebony, shouting something she couldn't hear over the sounds of the brawl around them, and she turned to him, thrumming with adrenaline and a smile on her face. Then, she heard a noise she hated; a father weeping for his son. Her brain switched from GSE to A&E in an instant, and she was pulling Tommy Hatcher off of his son and almost throwing him at Steve.

 

 

“Tommy? Tommy, can you hear me?” she said, shaking the boy's shoulders and checking his pulse, which was gradually growing weaker. She knelt beside him and rolled the boy into the recovery position, tilting his head back and holding it in her hand as she felt along his skull, noticing with a jolt that, where there should have been bone, something soft protruded. He coughed suddenly, blood spraying over her arm, and his heart stopped.

 

 

She rolled him back onto his back and started doing CPR, pumping his chest and willing him to come back, willing him to flutter his eyes or cough or... Anything. “Please, please, please wake up?” she sobbed, keeping up with the CPR, oblivious to the fact that she was bleeding, that he was brain dead, that Tommy Hatcher was screaming at her. “Wake up!” she shouted, thumping her fist down on the lad's chest and not stopping until Steve pulled her off, where she collapsed to the floor.

 

 

“My boy!” Tommy Senior roared, then turned his anger in Ebony's direction. In his rage, he grabbed her by the front of her football shirt and pulled her to her feet, running forwards until her back slammed against the wall. She coughed weakly and he shook her. “Save my boy!” he screamed.

 

 

“I can't,” she gasped, fighting to breathe, and Tommy shrugged off the members of the GSE and Millwall firms that tried to drag him away. “He's brain dead,” she stated, and he grabbed her throat, beginning to squeeze, ignorant to the sirens wailing around him now. Her vision dotted and she started to lose consciousness, almost completely knocked out when he finally dropped her to the floor to return to where his boy lay dead.

 

 

“Ebbsy!” She opened her eyes and saw Steve kneeling beside her, dragging her into his arms. “Shit, are you okay?” She shook her head mutely, her eyes now fixed on the huge, sobbing form of Tommy Hatcher, his whole world ripped apart in just a few minutes.

 

 

“It's my fault,” she croaked, sitting herself up and drawing her knees up to her chest, sitting and watching as paramedics swarmed over the boy, defibrilating his heart and pumping drugs into him while fighting off Tommy Senior. “I should have done something more, I should have tried-”

 

 

“Shhh, he's brain dead, Ebbsy; he would have died anyway, right?” Steve cooed, pulling her to him again.

 

 

“How can I go on knowing there could have been something I could have done? How can I live with myself?”

 

“Because you have to,” came Steve's reply.