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A/N- So originally this was going to be a onehsot, but I think it would be better if it was separated. It's not going to be too long, probably no more than 6 chapters and I have the majority of it written, just have to fix some of it. Oh and if the medical stuff is wrong...it's probably because anything medical I'm more or less getting it from Grey's Anatomy. Thanks to Meg for reading this over for me.
Seth dropped the phone. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. How could this have happened? The phone conversation he had just had was playing back in his mind, one sentence in particular.
"Summer's been in an accident."
He ran out through the house as this played through his head. He needed to get to the hospital. He needed to go and make sure Summer was okay. She needed to be okay. He wouldn't believe anything, bad or good, until he saw her.
He ran into his son's bedroom, where he was sleeping soundly. He had spent the day at home with Seth, instead of going out with his mom and older brother. It had been a great day. Seth and Summer had been trying to spend as much time as possible with each of their sons since they had found out they were having another baby.
He stopped as he was about to wake Cooper up. James. He was with Summer. The woman on the phone hadn't mentioned anything about him. Was something wrong with him too? Was it serious, so serious she couldn't even mention it to him until he was there? Or was Summer's condition more serious than her son's?
He shook these thoughts out of his mind. He wouldn't let himself think about it until he got to the hospital. For now, he just had to get there.
"Cooper," Seth shook his son softly.
The little boy groaned in his sleep, then slowly opened his eyes. "Daddy?"
"Coop, we have to go somewhere," Seth said, trying to pull the boy out of his bed.
The five year old boy rubbed his eyes. "Where's Mommy?"
Seth sighed. He didn't think he could handle trying to explain this to his son right now. He knew that Cooper was smart, smart enough to know that something was going up. It was his nap time, a time where he was usually left alone. He was never woken up, so he must have known something was going on.
"We just have to go somewhere. I'll call Uncle Ryan and Aunt Taylor and they can come with us."
Cooper's face lit up slightly. He knew if his uncle and aunt were going to be there, nothing could be wrong. He finally let his father take him out of the bed.
Seth looked at the clock. It had already been fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes since he had gotten that phone call. Fifteen minutes had gone by and he still didn't know what was going on.
"Come on Coop," Seth said, trying to pull his son's shirt over his head. Finally his head popped out, a mess of brown curls being what was seen the most.
Seth couldn't handle it as Cooper started to walk slowly out of the house. He picked the boy up, running out to the car.
He buckled the small boy into the car, then got in. He started the car and as he did so, it finally hit him.
He was about to drive to the hospital to see if his family was still alive.
He wiped his hand over his face, trying to rid himself of this thought, trying to rid his eyes of tears. He couldn't let Cooper know he was upset. He would tell him what was going on at the hospital or he would make Taylor do it. She was so much better at explaining things to him.
He started the drive to the hospital, breaking multiple laws in doing so. He hadn't even driven this fast when Summer had been in labor with James or Cooper, despite all her screaming at him. He had always driven just how he felt. He started to wish that he had listened to her.
He wished that she was still living so he could prove to her that he was actually capable of driving fast.
He pulled into the hospital, parking in the first parking spot he could find, not caring if it was a handicap spot or not.
He picked Cooper up and was just short of shoving the boy under his arm and running. He got into the hospital realizing he had no idea where he needed to go.
He walked to the first desk he saw, where a woman was sitting behind. She looked up when Seth came over.
"Can I help you?"
"I need to know where my wife and son are. Summer and James Cohen. They were in an accident," Seth replied.
Cooper stood and listened to his father talk. He watched his face and the woman behind the desk's face. Both had somber looks. What kind of accident did his mom have, he wondered.
'Maybe she wet the bed,' he thought in his mind. 'I'll tell her that it's okay, just like she tells me.'
Seth listened to the woman as she told him Summer was on the third floor. In all of his experience at hospitals, he had never seen a look like that on someone's face as they were telling him where to go.
He knew that this couldn't be good.
He walked over to the elevator, pressing the button for it to come to them. It was taking so long. He stood, waiting and waiting. It still didn't come.
"Cooper, come on," he said as he grabbed the boy's hand. They were going to take the stairs. He couldn't wait a minute longer.
They found the stairs and started to walk, or in Seth's case, run up them. Cooper was having a problem keeping up with his father, his little legs unable to take the large steps that Seth was taking.
Finally, the stairs that had seemed endless came to the third floor. They got to the waiting area, unable to know what was going to happen now that they were actually there. Then Seth spotted a familiar head with brown hair, realizing elder son was sitting on one of the plastic chairs.
"James," Seth walked over to him. He looked him over and saw that he had a cast on his arm and a few bruises along his body, but other than that he looked pretty okay. This instilled a new feeling of hope in his heart. If James was okay, it would mean the Summer was okay.
"Dad!" the ten year old threw himself into his father's arms. Seth felt the sobs shaking his body.
"Shh, James it's all right," Seth was saying words that he wasn't even sure if they were true. He wish he could be certain that they were right.
There was a tap on his shoulder and he turned away from James. There was a woman standing there, a kind smile on her face.
"Are you Seth Cohen?"
"Yes," he replied, straightening himself out, still keeping his arm on James's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"I'm Dr. Strong, your wife's doctor," she replied. "Is Summer okay?"
The smile left her face for a fleeting moment, something that Seth noticed, and he started to take as a bad sign.
She started talking to him, explaining to him how there was a car accident and that she was hit directly. At that moment, she told him, they were going to take her into surgery.
"Is the baby okay?"
This time, the smile left and didn't come back. "We're trying everything we can Mr. Cohen. All we can tell you is to sit tight and wait. We'll come and tell you when we know more."
She gave him one last smile, no longer kind, but now a sad a sympathetic smile. She walked away, leaving Seth alone.
He knew she was sugar coating it all. He hated doctors for the reason that they never really told you what was going on, or at least any doctor that he had ever had. He was almost positive that nothing was going right.
He sat down on the seat, his head in his hands, James and Cooper on either side of him. He didn't know what was going on and he had never felt more lost in his life before.