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"I just don't understand why we cant see him!" Rachel shouted, indignantly. They had been sitting in the ER waiting room for over three hours, and Finn could only take so much hospital coffee.

"Ma'am, the doctors are just running tests. I'm sure they'll let you see your son soon." The nurse, who was getting crankier as the night went on, smiled at Rachel and walked back behind the magic "Staff Only" doors.

"Finn, its been three hours. Surely they've run all the tests they need to," she looked at him, hoping he'd calm her down with a simple word, like he always did.

"He'll be fine, Rach," he smiled half-heartedly. "He has to be."

A doctor walked out of the fancy "Staff Only" doors and looked around the waiting room full of people. He called their names. "Parents of Christopher Hudson?"

Finn stood up. "That's us!"

"Hello," The doctor walked over to them. "I'm Dr. Langford, head of Internal Surgery."

Rachel stood up next to Finn, concern laced in her tone. "Surgery? He needs surgery?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson. We've cleaned up his head wound, don't worry it was just superficial. However, when your son fell of that bike, his stomach teared somehow and I'm going in there to fix it." He seemed pretty sure of himself. But how did Chris tear his stomach?

"And that's a pretty easy surgery? I mean, will there be complications? Have you done this surgery before, can I trust you? Do I have to sign a form or something?" Rachel bent down to search for a pen in the tent she called a purse.

"Yes, it's a very non-invasive surgery. I'm going to go in using laproscopics, sew up the tear and
leave a very minimal scar. There shouldn't be any complications if all goes as planned. I have does this before, ma'am. I have the form right here," He handed it to Finn, the pen included. He scrawled his signature as Rachel continued her search for a pen in the purse of no return. "And yes, Mrs. Hudson. You can trust me."

She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. "That is my son in there. My only child. Please, please, take care of him." Finn wrapped an arm around her, smiling.

"Chris is a champ. He'll pull through." The doctor smiled. "He's a really good kid."

"I know." And he walked back into the "Staff Only" doors.

"What is taking so long?" Finn had begun pacing. The doctor said only an hour. It would take just an hour. It had been two now, and almost everyone out of the waiting room had been back to see their people. Finn called his mom and Burt and Rachel called her dads. They texted Kurt and he asked to keep him posted, but he needed some beauty sleep. It was nearly midnight.

Dr. Langford stepped out of the scary "Staff Only" doors and looked around the nearly empty waiting room. Everyone else who was waiting for family got called back long ago. It was just Finn and Rachel alone in there now.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hudson?"

Finn stood up."Yes, sir."

The doctor gave them a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you take a seat?"

Finn sat and Rachel gave him a concerned glance. He took her hand and placed it in his lap, squeezing it.

"There's no way that I can really say this." The doctor, who is slightly out of breath, looks at his shoes. "There were some complications."

"You said there would be no complications. You said you've done this before. You said he'd be fine!" Rachel cried.

"I wasn't expecting that there would be complications, Mrs. Hudson. I really didn't. But we got in there and the tear in his stomach was worse than we thought and...he lost a lot of blood." Dr. Langford continued to look sympathetic.

"So does he need blood? We have the same blood type, here take mine. I don't need it." Finn stuck out his arm.

"I'm afraid that we won't be needing it, sir." His smile faded.

"What does that mean? Why did you stop smiling?" Rachel squeezed Finn's hand tightly.

"This the worst part of my job." He took in a deep breath. "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but we lost him. Chris is gone."

"You're joking." Finn stared blankly at the doctor, trying to read his face for any signs of doubt.

"I'm so sorry but I'm not. I wish I was."

Rachel looked numb beside him. "Can...can we see him?"

"Come with me."

And they finally went back behind the fancy "Staff Only" doors. Rachel held onto Finn's hand tightly as they followed the doctor.

He stepped into a room labeled "Post-Op 1256" and there on the bed lay their son. Finn's only child, Chris. His eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep.

Dr. Langford started to step out of the room. "I'll leave you alone with him for a few minutes."

Rachel sat in the chair next to the bed, letting go of Finn's hand. She stared at her son, tears floating in her eyes. "Oh baby." She moved his hair from across his forehead, taking his hand in her own. Laying her head on his chest, she started to sob.

Finn stood at the end of the bed and looked at his son. His only boy, the kid that he wanted for so long. The kid that he planned on playing catch with during lazy summer afternoons in Central Park. The kid he planned on teaching how to kick a field goal to. The kid he planned on sending off to college. The kid he planned on meeting a wife and having kids of his own one day. This little boy, the spitting image of himself. And now he was gone. He looked at his wife, sobbing into their son's chest. That little boy was everything they had.

Now everything they had was gone. The little boy that lay on the bed was just a shell, empty. His son was gone. The little boy who loved Toy Story and Bob the Builder and wore his Scooby Doo slippers around for breakfast and liked his cereal with practically no milk and chocolate chip cookies...he was gone.

His little man was gone.

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