A/N: Sorry! I know it's been ages since I posted the first chapter, but this chapter was a lot harder to write than I thought it would be. But never the less, I finally got it done, so here it is!

And a huge thank you goes out to everyone who took the time to review! It keept me motivated to finish this chapter :)

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, exept for the doctor...

Chapter 2
Big Boys Don't Cry

The morning after the accident...

Evelyn sat next to Jack's hospital bed, holding his cold hand in hers. The mere sight of him was enough to make anyone's heart break. The doctors had told her it wasn't going to look good, but nothing had prepared her for what she saw when she first arrived at the hospital late last night.

Angel had fallen asleep in another chair in the room, and Jerry sat quietly in the corner. Both had hardly spoken since arriving at the hospital and Evelyn wondered if they were truly 'ok' like they claimed to be. The doctors had told them Bobby had a few broken ribs and would need to take it easy for a while, but other than that he would be fine. All they needed to do now was make sure his vital signs stayed stable so they could release him later tonight.

Jack was a completely different story and it it was hard to believe they were even in the same car. The impact of the crash gave him a sever concussion and caused two of his vertebrae to slip out of place and press onto his spinal cord. A halo brace was fitted around his skull to keep his neck from moving. Pins placed in the ring around his head were drilled into his skull while a plastic vest supported the metal frame. Tubes and wires ran from every direction. Some to help him breathe, some to monitor his heart and blood pressure. The right side of his face was cut up and badly bruised and his eye was swollen shut. The full extent of his injuries couldn't be determined until he came out of his coma, but there was a good chance he could be paralyzed. Evelyn's heart broke as she thought of the possibility that Jack may never walk again… may never even wake up again...

A tall man in a white lab coat entered the room, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hi Dr. Roberts," Evelyn said, quickly composing herself as Jerry shook the doctor's hand. Angel was still sound asleep in the corner.

"Hello Evelyn, Jerry," he replied politely. "I know you've all had a pretty emotional night, but I've got some good news."

Evelyn sighed. "Good. I don't think I could have taken any more bad news."

The doctor offered a weak smile. "Bobby's awake. And he's asking for you guys."

A smile spread across both Evelyn and Jerry's faces. "Can we see him?"

"Of course. He's in room 312. Do I need to show the way?"

"No thank you. I think we can find it," Evelyn said, still beaming as the doctor left the room.

"Should we wake Angel up?" Jerry asked.

"Let him sleep, I'm sure he's exhausted."

The two walked down the hall in silence, partly because they were both mentally and physically exhausted. They rode the elevator to the third floor and walked down another hallway until they found the room marked 312. Evelyn paused to compose herself once again before she slowly opened the door and they walked into the room.

Hearing someone enter the room, Bobby turned to look at them and almost immediately smiled upon seeing their faces.

"Hey Ma. Hey Jerry." His voice was slightly raspy.

Evelyn smiled. Finally hearing his voice caused part of the weight on her shoulders lift. "Hey, baby."

"Hey Bobby." Jerry said, standing near his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a speeding truck, but other than that I'm fine."

"That's not funny." Evelyn said, taking his hand in hers. She was surprised by how much warmer it felt than Jack's. His chest was heavily bandaged and he had a few scrapes and bruises, but other than that he looked well. Almost out of place, even, when compared to all the seriously ill patients she had seen since she's been inside the building.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Ma, about the crash... I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be, Bobby. It wasn't your fault." Evelyn said sternly, looking him square in the eye and squeezing his hand lightly for emphasis. She had a feeling Bobby would blame himself for the accident, but there was nothing he could have done differently to prevent it from happening.

"How's Jack? He's ok, isn't he?"

Evelyn and Jerry shared a look. How could they possibly tell Bobby that Jack was in a coma? And that he might be paralyzed?

"Don't worry about Jack," Jerry said, avoiding Bobby's question.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I just said, Bobby. Don't worry about Jack right now."

Bobby couldn't believe his ears. "Of course I'm going to fucking worry about him. He was my responsibility last night."

"Boys, now is not the time." Evelyn sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. She knew they were going to have to tell Bobby eventually but she didn't want it to be this soon. He wasn't simply going to let it go. "The truth is Jack isn't doing to well," she said slowly. "Right now he's in a coma and the doctors think that when he wakes up he might be paralyzed..."

All of Bobby's anger quickly dissolved as the shock of the news hit him head on. For a moment he looked as if he was going to lose control and break down, but all of the pain in his features vanished almost as quickly as they came.

"But he's going to be ok though, right?"

Evelyn squeezed his hand again before saying softly, "I don't know, Bobby..."

And for the first time it registered that they might actually lose Jack forever.

Thanks for reading! Once again I'm soo sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I've probably re-written it about ten times, but I'm finally satisfied with it. Hopefully you all like it! Don't forget to review!