The Untold Story

Author's note: This is a story set 6 years after the series finale. It's my first fanfic I hope you enjoy

I Do Not Own any of the characters of BMW

Introduction:

This is a place in Philadelphia they've come to know a little too well. It has bore witness to many things, both beautiful and tragic. It has seen family members' devastated, as well as miraculous joys. Both sorrow and elation lay intertwined in this small part of the world. A middle-aged man approaches a couple in the waiting room. They are waiting for this man to deliver, even the most miniscule of good news.

Doctor: He's stabilized for now, but he's going to need a lot of rest.

The doctor looked at the man holding his wife; he did not want to say anything while he held his woman closely. They were a very attractive couple; faces loaded with worry seeking any kind of hope from the doctor's eyes, which were fixated on the man

Doctor: Mr. Matthews, um, may I talk to you in private?

The man held his wife much tighter, her hands wrapped around his, trying to brace themselves for the worst, as if the were such a way.

Alan: Anything you have to say, doc, go ahead and say. She hates when I hide things from her.

She forced the smallest of smiles, thinking to herself, that's why I married him.

Doctor: Very well then. Your son has been in a serious accident. He's in a coma. He's very lucky though, only suffered a few fractures. The trouble is, we're doing all we can, but in order for him to pull through, he has to fight… I just wanted to tell you that you might have to make arrangements—

Amy: Arrangements? You expect us to make arrangements

She is very distraught, not thinking clearly. To hell with it, were her only thoughts when it came to tact.

Amy: That is my baby lying there. You will do everything in your power to bring him back to us or, so help me, I'll—

Alan: Amy… Not now

The Doctor walked away as the couple stood where they were,

Alan: I love you honey.

He's always been the brave one in her eyes. The shoulder she cries on, but this time, he couldn't do it. His attempts at holding back the tears were futile. In the next second he and his wife were crying their eyes out, worried at the possibility of having to bury one of their children. No matter how many tears they shed, they still had a very difficult deed that needed to be done. Amy reached into her purse and pulled out her cellular phone.

Amy: Alan, I know this is hard, but I need you to make the call.

Alan: I knew it was going to be difficult, (sniff) but not this.

He dialed into the phone, composing himself as he got ready to dial the number. He took a deep breath, and then pressed send.