A/N – This is my first fanfiction, so please let me know what you think of it!
Diclaimer – I own nothing, WB owns everything…though I'd love to own Ephram…and Colin, too, for that matter…
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It was a long, long walk from the operating room to the waiting room for Dr. Brown. Along the way he tried to think of ways to tell all the people there what had happened in the surgery, but he couldn't think of anything fast enough.
Once he got to the open doorway of the waiting room, he stood there, motionless and silent, gazing around at the worried faces.
"Well?" his teenage son broke the tense silence, staring at him fearfully.
"I'm afraid the surgery didn't go as well as we hoped it would…" Dr. Brown trailed off as Colin's mother broke into tears. Amy looked like she was about to do the same, and was leaning against Ephram as if she was going to fall over.
"Now just wait," he continued, "Colin is still alive, but I'm afraid just barely."
Dr. Brown noticed Amy close her eyes briefly and Ephram protectively put his arm around her.
"What's wrong with him? I mean, what are his chances?" Colin's father spoke out, and Dr. Brown noticed that he wasn't showing any sign that he was upset. He assumed it was for his wife's sake.
"We're doing everything we can, I assure you that Colin is in good hands," Dr. Brown replied, carefully side-stepping the question.
"That doesn't answer my question, Dr. Brown," Colin's father stepped forward and looked angry, "What are my son's chances of surviving?"
Dr. Brown sighed and ran his hands through his hair before answering.
"Probably 50/50."