Author's Note: sorry totally forgot to state I own nothing you Recognize. ;.;

XD anyways, If you haven't figured it out already this story is an AU Nathan and Peter centric, in a brotherly love way not slash. Anywho it's one of those 'What if' theories I am exploring. Takes place in that episode where the company nearly got Nathan in Vegas. XD

Thanks ShaolinQueen for your kind words, their much appreciated XD, glad you're enjoying it.

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The next thing he recalled was a dull throbbing of his shoulder. He could not prevent himself from emitting a low groan as he opened his eyes slowly. He searched his surroundings with his eyes, finding he was now flat on his back, presumably on a bed.

The area though did not quite feel like a hospital. He figured if he went to his brother, Peter in turn would take him to the hospital, but that seemed not to be the case. He then saw a pole that was holding a bag of saline, an IV, and a bag of O- blood. If He was not in a hospital room, how on earth did the bag of blood get there. It was only after that he noticed the IV was connected to the top part of his right hand, as well as another cord connected the hand to the bag of blood. He also felt a cord running across his face, connected to his nose.

After as thorough inspection that he could do with laying down and not moving he decided to try and sit up a little, to get a better view. He shrugged, digging his elbows into the mattress and starting to push his back up. A dizzy spell hit him, causing him to fall back, head hitting the pillow. He winced.

"You shouldn't be moving." He heard a male voice call out from the other side of the room, Peter. Within a second he found his younger brother peering over him, a stethascope around his neck.

"Why didn't you take me to the ER?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and fatigue. Peter sighed, pulling the scope from around his neck and placing it in his ears.

He would have made a fantastic doctor.

"How was I going to explain you being shot, and not being in Las Vegas?" Peter answered with another question, a hypothetical one. He then pulled back the covers slightly to get a better view of what he was doing. Nathan was still in the same cloths as when he arrived. Peter then gently and slowly pulled Nathan into a sitting up position. The elder brother groaned in the process, he felt weak and sick to the stomach.

Peter leaned Nathans' head against his right shoulder as he placed the the cold metal circle on his bare back. Nathan shivered in response, causing him to cough twice.

"Deep breath, Nathan." Peter ordered calmly, concentrating only on the process he was performing and not actually on the fact it was his very own blood he was treating. The congressman obeyed, taking a deep breath, but it was stunted by coughing. Peter pulled the scope away from Nathans' back and started to rub it gently, and continued until his older brother stopped coughing.

The examination of that particular area stopped as Peter pulled the scope away from himself and set it on the bed. He kept Nathan sitting up right though, knowing he was not going to last much longer. His energy was dwindling.

Nathan felt prodding where his wound was, wincing as Peter checked the bandages. After a moment he felt himself being placed back into a laying down position. He saw the concern in his younger brother's eyes as he found the face again. He smiled weakly in return.

"How long have I been out?" Nathan asked. "12 hours." Peter replied with a short answer. "Does anyone else know?" The congressman asked another question. "Ma, I called her to ask her what I should do. She's one of the main reasons why I haven't taken you to the emergency room. Though Ma did pull some strings to get me the supplies I needed to take care of you." Peter answered. Nathan glanced down for a second then looked up as soon as Peter continued. "Heidi knows too. I couldn't leave her in the dark. She'll be by shortly to see you." He finished.

"What time is it?" Nathan asked. "7:53 AM." Nathan was starting to put the pieces together. He knew Heidi wouldn't want to frighten the boys, and probably was coming right after they left for school.

Peter turned away then, his eyes jerking to an unknown distraction. Nathan stared at him perplexed. "What?" He asked as Peter stood up and moved out of the room. "Peter, What is it?" He called out, but his voice didn't care as far. It sounded weak and tired. He heard a door open and decided to remain silent. Apparently he didn't hear the knocking on the door.

"Yea, He's in here." He heard Peter say, and started to get a bit apphrensive. Why agitated, he did not know. Probably still a bit tense from the attemptive kidnapping, making him edgy for anything and everything. He started struggling to peer through the the open doorway, to see who was at the door. He only saw the back of Peter talking to someone.

He gasped at the agitation of his wound and fell back unceremoniously. He let out a small cry of pain as his head hit the pillow and shutting his eyes tightly. He paused then for a moment, awaiting something to happen.

"Nathan?" A female voice called his name, it was filled with concern and worry, it was Heidi. Natahn let out a breath that hadn't realized he was holding. It turned into a painful cough, like with the stethascope.

As it ended he was winded, and he felt fingers interlaced with his own. He opened his eyes then a little, just enough to see his wife bring his hand up to her lips and kissing it gently. Tears rolling slowly down her cheeks.

"Heidi..." He sighed heavily, wanting nothing more then to sit up, embrace her, and tell her everything was fine. Obviously it wasn't, he had been shot, and nearly kidnapped. The latter the rest of them didn't know.