Still don't own CSI. Nor do I own Children's Tylenol.

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Jackson quieted some in the ambulance, but still wouldn't release Greg. And he wasn't too happy when Rebecca looked at his leg.

"I've just gotta be sure it stays still," the medic told the frightened child.

"It's okay," Greg reassured Jackson. He was trying to reassure himself as well.

Jackson sniffed back more tears. "Owie," he said as Rebecca looked at his leg. Greg watched the medic check his son's leg and rubbed Jackson's back.

They soon arrived at the hospital and brought Jackson to an examining area. When Greg tried to step away from the bed so a nurse could look at Jackson, the little boy grabbed his shirt. "No!" Jackson cried. "Daddy stay!"

"You can sit on his right side," the nurse assured him. Greg thanked her and maneuvered to Jackson's right side as she began to check Jackson's vitals.

Greg cradled Jackson as the nurse checked him over. Jackson held tightly to Greg, wondering what the nurses were going to do to him. "It's okay, Jacks" Greg told him as the nurse checked his blood pressure. "They just want to be sure you're okay and they're going to see how to fix your owie."

A petite African-American woman in scrubs came into the room. "I hear someone took a tumble."

Jackson tightened his hold on Greg. "It's okay, Jacks," Greg said as he rubbed the little boy's back.

"My name is Doctor Harrison. I'm going to take an X-ray of your leg to see if anything's broken, and then we'll try to fix it."

"I bwoken?" Jackson asked the doctor.

Dr. Harrison smiled at the scared little boy. "You might have a small fracture. We're going to take you to X-ray and take some pictures of your leg."

"Yeah," Greg told Jackson. "They've got a special camera that can take a picture of inside your leg to see if anything's broken."

Jackson looked wide-eyed at his father, tears still coming down his cheeks. "I get better, daddy?"

Greg smiled at Jackson. "Yeah, you'll get better." He kissed Jackson's forehead.

"And I promise the X-ray won't hurt," Dr. Harrison reassured him.

Jackson sniffled. "Okay." He held onto Greg's shirt. "Daddy come?"

Greg smiled at his son. "I'll be right outside."

Jackson was wheeled down to X-ray, holding tightly onto Greg's hand. "Mr. Sanders," the nurse said, "I'm afraid you can't go into the room, but you can wait right outside here."

Greg's heart sank. He wanted to be in there with Jackson, who was so scared. But he knew he had to wait outside and let the staff do their jobs. He leaned down to Jackson, who was lying on the stretcher. "You going to be brave, Jacks?"

"Yeah," Jackson said as he sniffed back some tears. "You be here?"

Greg smiled reassuringly. "Yeah, I'm going to be right here. When you get outta there, I'm going to be the first one to see you."

"It's okay," the nurse told Jackson. "Barry...that's who's going to be taking your X-rays...he's very nice."

"It not gunna hurt?" Jackson asked.

"Nope." The nurse reassured him.

Greg leaned down and gave Jackson a hug. "You're going to be just fine. I'll be right out here."

"'Kay, daddy."

Greg watched as the stretcher was wheeled in and the door closed. He sighed heavily and felt like his knees were going to give way any second. He hated to see Jackson hurt, and wished he could take away all his pain. He hated to think of Jackson having a broken leg.

He didn't hear footsteps coming until he heard Sara's voice. "Greg? Is he okay? What's going on?"

Greg gave a shaky sigh. "They just took him into X-ray. He might have broken his leg."

Sara closed her eyes and sighed. She also hated seeing Jackson hurt. "Well, I gave the front desk all your information. And Nick and Morgan are on their way. Oh, and Russell said to keep him posted."

Sure enough, Morgan ran around the corner and rushed up to Greg. "Where is he? What happened?" Nick joined them a few moments later.

"They, um...they took him to X-ray. I couldn't...I couldn't go with him." Greg looked at Morgan. Both shared a worried look.

"He's going to be okay," Nick said, trying to reassure them both. "He's strong, just like his dad." Greg gave him a shaky, appreciative smile.

Just then, Jackson was wheeled out of X-ray. Greg and Morgan rushed to the little boy's side. "I told you I'd be right here," Greg said, smiling at his son. Jackson smiled at his daddy.

"Mama!" Jackson smiled when he saw Morgan. "Mama, I got owie!"

"I heard about that. I was so worried about you!" Morgan gave the now calmer child a kiss to his forehead.

The nurse smiled at Jackson. "He was a very good patient. We're going to take him back to curtain 2 while the X-ray's are developed."

"Thank you," Greg smiled and looked at her name badge, "Robin."

"You're welcome, Mr. Sanders."

"Hey, Jacks?" Jackson looked up at his father. "Look who else came to see you." He pointed to Nick and Sara. Both were smiling at Jackson.

"Uncle Nicky! Aunt Sara!"

"Hey, big guy," Nick said as he smiled at the little boy. "You feeling better?"

"I got big owie," Jackson said as he was wheeled back into the room.

"Yeah, your Aunt Sara told me about that," Nick said.

"It hurt, an' I got to ride in da ambulance." Jackson looked up at Morgan. "Dat was loud!"

The adults laughed softly. "I'll bet," Morgan said as she squeezed Jackson's hand. Greg sat on Jackson's right side and hugged him close.

Doctor Harrison returned and with Jackson's X-rays. "Okay, Jackson. The good news is, you didn't break your leg. The bad news is, you did sprain your ankle." She held Jackson's X-ray up to the light so Greg and Morgan could see. "See, there's no fracture in your tibia or fibula. But you did sprain your ankle."

"I not bwoken?" Jackson asked.

Doctor Harrison smiled gently at the little boy. "No, but we are going to have to put it in a brace." Looking at Greg, she added, "He's going to have to stay off of that ankle for at least a couple of days. And he'll need to put it on ice for about 10 to 20 minutes every hour or two until swelling goes down."

"So, he's okay?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, Doctor Harrison, this is Jackson's mother, my wife Morgan." Greg gestured to Morgan and Doctor Harrison shook her hand.

"He'll need to keep his ankle elevated for 2 to 3 hours every day," Doctor Harrison explained. "You can give him Children's Tylenol if he's in anymore pain. But I see no reason he won't feel better within a few days."

"I get better, daddy?" Jackson asked. Greg hugged the little boy as a smile of relief crossed his face. "Yeah, you'll get better." He kissed the now-smiling boy's forehead.

"And I recommend taking him to see his pediatrician tomorrow if possible," Doctor Harrison said. "Just to be prepared. He might need some rehabilitation for his ankle, but I really don't see any long-term problems."

Morgan and Greg both sighed, relieved. "Thank you, doctor," Morgan said.

Jackson smiled as he got hugs from Morgan and Greg. Sara and Nick both smiled at the little boy. "Thank you," Jackson said softly to the doctor.

"You're welcome," Doctor Harrison said. "I'll get you guys discharged."

Jackson sat between Morgan and Greg, happily getting kisses and hugs from both of them. His ankle started to hurt again. "Owie," he said quietly.

"Does it still hurt, sweetie?" Morgan asked. Jackson nodded.

"Hey, Jackson?" Nick asked. "How about I go see if they've got some chocolate milk in the vending machines?" Jackson happily nodded as Morgan put a pillow under his ankle. Nick left and Sara walked over and gave Jackson a small hug. "I am so happy you're okay, honey."

"I not bwoken, Aunt Sara!" Jackson said happily.

"No, you're not broken," Sara said as she kissed the little boy's forehead. "I was so scared when I saw you fall down."

"I was scared," Jackson said. "But I not bwoken!"

"Oh, Greg," Sara said. "Before I forget, Leslie Walker said to keep her posted on how Jackson is."

"She's Kara's mommy," Jackson said. "Kara lets me slide on the slide first."

"Oh, yeah," Greg said. "They're really nice. I'll give them a call when we get back home."

Nick returned with a small carton of chocolate milk. Jackson smiled when he saw the carton in Nick's hand. "Here you go," Nick said as he handed Jackson his favorite drink.

"Thank you, Uncle Nicky!"

Soon Jackson was discharged and Sara agreed to take him and Greg home. Morgan rode home with them, while Nick offered to get some Children's Tylenol and bandages for Jackson at the pharmacy. All were grateful the injury wasn't any worse.

TBC...