I walked out the kitchen and took my cell phone out. The first person I called was the school and told them I was going to home school Lucas. They gave me a place I could go and get everything I would need for the rest of the year.
Next I called Ecklie and Grissom and explained the situation to them. Ecklie was angry and didn't like it, but he said yes in the end. Grissom was fine with it as long as it didn't affect my work.
When I hung the phone up I was smiling. Everything was working out well. Lucas was going to get the time he needed to work everything out. And I knew that the lab was safe and the people wouldn't care that Lucas was gay.
"Lucas," I said walking into the kitchen, "I talked to the school and my boss. Everything is planned out."
"Good," Lucas said rubbing the cast on his right wrist.
"Is it still bothering you?" I asked taking his wrist in my hands.
"Yeah," he said sadly, "It's been bothering me all day."
"Maybe we should go to the hospital and make sure it's healing correctly," I said turning the stove off.
"Dad," he said pulling his wrist away, "You haven't eaten yet. Neither have I. If my wrist is still hurting when we finish eating then we can go."
"No," I said firmly, "We're going now."
"Dad," he said shaking his head.
"Get in the car Lucas," I said grabbing me keys, "Now."
"Okay," he said with a sigh.
Lucas and I both walked to my car and made our way to the hospital. I didn't want Lucas to know how much I was worried about him, but the doctor told me that he was lucky he still had feeling in his wrist and it was a miracle he could use it.
I parked my car and got out with Lucas. Both of us walked into the clinic section of the hospital, filled out paper work, and waited. Every once in awhile Lucas would rub his wrist and his eyes would fill with pain.
"Lucas Dawson," a doctor said tiredly.
Lucas took a deep breath and stood up. I was going to let him go alone, but he stopped and stared at me. I could see fear in his eyes, but I could tell he was trying to cover it up.
"Dad," Lucas said biting his lower lip.
"Want me to come?" I asked softly.
"Will you?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," I said standing up.
Lucas and I followed the doctor into the room and Lucas sat down. Seeing that Lucas was shaking I placed a hand on his shoulder I waited as Lucas and the doctor talked.
"Pain is normal after a break like this," the doctor said calmly, "I'm going to prescribe you some pain meds. Take one to two everyday. If the pain gets worse come back and we'll try something else."
"Okay," Lucas said nodding slowly, "Thank you."
"Have a good day," I said as we walked out.
We walked to the pharmacy and got the pills. When we got to the car Lucas set the pills in the backseat. I let out a sigh and took the pills and put them in my pocket and drove home.
"Lucas," I said when we got home, "You have to take the pills if you're hurting."
"Dad," Lucas said shaking his head, "I'll be fine without them."
"Lucas," I said sitting him down on the couch when we got inside, "You have to take them."
"It doesn't hurt that bad," he said pulling his legs to him.
"Lucas, what is this all about?" I asked sitting next to him, "Why are you freaking out over the meds?"
"Because I…I feel stupid," he said looking away from me, "I feel stupid for not being able to handle this. I feel stupid for having nightmares. I just feel stupid."
"Hey," I said pulling him into a hug, "You're not stupid. You were hurt, you were in a coma, and no one is blaming you for having nightmares."
"I just want this over," he said burying his head in my shoulder and sobbing.
"I know," I said rubbing his back, "We'll get over this."
It was an hour later when I heard Lucas's breathing get soft and even. When I was sure he was asleep I picked him up and carried him into his room. Laying him on his bed I tucked him like I used to.
Looking around his room I remembered that when we were packing to move he threw everything out. He didn't have any posters, his beddings were gone, and his guitar wasn't setting at the foot of his bed anymore.
Lucas loved music, but I hadn't heard him play since the attack. As I walked out of the room I tried to realize how I couldn't see how bad Lucas was taking this. Sighing I went into my room and fell to my bed before falling asleep.
"Dad," Lucas said shaking me awake, "Dad, wake up."
"Hmm," I said opening my eyes slightly.
"Dad, there's someone here to see you," he said shaking me harder.
"Name," I said moving to sit up.
"Gil Grissom," he said biting his lip, "He's okay right?"
"Yeah," I said rubbing my eyes, "He's a good guy."
"Okay," he said standing up, "Are you hungry or just coffee?"
"Just coffee right now," I said smiling.
"Alright," he said leaving my room.