He was dreaming. He knew he was. Luke Snyder was currently dreaming that he was snuggling with one, Doctor Reid Oliver, who he knew was currently fighting for his life. So there was only one thing this could be, a dream. Or a nightmare. Either worked for him.

They were on the couch, it looked like Katie's place, but more brighter like someone had switched on all the lights. Times ten. They didn't care, it didn't seem to bother either of them.

Reid was wearing his hospital scrubs, leaning back against the couch, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table in front of them. His left arm was tucked behind Luke, who was lounging with his back against Reid's side. Only wearing sweats and an old tee shirt, Luke's legs were stretched over the other end of the couch and crossed at the ankles. Reid's hand was up under Luke's shirt, just barely touching his stomach, rubbing his thumb lightly over the sensitive skin.

The television wasn't on and it was just quiet. Too quiet, really. Dead silent and it unnerved Luke, but he didn't seem to care. He was there and Reid was there, and it was just them.

But then someone was saying his name, and it was neither himself or Reid.

"...Luke, son."

Luke's eyes popped open and peered into those of his father. Holden Snyder was standing over his son, lightly shaking his shoulder. Luke moaned and stirred to sit up better in the chair. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he figured it was going to happen because of the lack of sleep he had been getting lately.

"Hey, Dad." He mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

He then remembered that he had a coffee in his hands when he must have fallen asleep and he started looking around, thinking he possibly dropped it onto the floor. He could see some coffee stains on the bottom of his jeans, so he knew he had spilled the coffee.

"It was already cleaned up when John and Bob came in."

"Oh," Luke relaxed, "Why were they in here?"

"They took Reid down for some tests." Holden sat down in the chair that Casey had been sitting in before.

Luke looked at the bed and for the first time, and he could not figure out how he had missed it, the bed was empty where Reid should have been. Panic started to rise in his chest. Was he okay? Did he wake up and he didn't know? How could he not have woken up with all the noise they would have made?

"Calm down, Luke." Holden placed his hand back on his son's shoulder and Luke seemed to relax a little, "He's fine and they didn't want to wake you because you need the sleep."

Luke turned to his dad, wondering if he could read his mind or just saw it on his face.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't a guy check on his son?"

Luke smiled, "That's not what I meant, Dad. I thought you had to drive down to Kentucky this week."

Holden nodded, "It's been postponed for a week."

"What, why?"

"You need me here. And before you say anything," Holden held up a hand to stop his son from saying something, "Your mother and I have agreed, we both need to be here for you, to help you with whatever you need. If that is just for us to make sure you take care of yourself while sitting here every day, then that's what we'll do. Or if it's time..."

Luke quickly shook his head, "No. He's going to wake up." He took a deep breath, "But thank you."

Holden nodded at his son before sitting back in the chair. "Luke, I know I never had a chance to meet Reid officially."

Luke smiled, "You'd dislike him."

"Tell me about him."

"Well." Luke shifted in his chair, "I don't know much either. I know he's an only child and was raised by his mother, who died when he was just fourteen."

"That's when his uncle took him in." Holden nodded, remembering when he and Lily had gone to New York to meet Reid's uncle when they believed that Reid was not going to make it.

Luke nodded, "He loves chess and neurosurgery... and me."

"He's told you that he loves you?"

Luke nodded again, "The day of the accident. I told him I wanted to go with him but he had said that it was something that needed to be done doctor to doctor. Then he told me he loved me, and he was gone." Luke rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands, "I keep replaying that day over and over in my head and thinking, what if I was with him? Would I have been able to stop him from trying to play chicken with a train or would I be in a hospital bed next to him?"

"Don't think like that, son." Holden looked at his son, "It's not good to start thinking what could have happened."

"I know. I can't help it."

It was not long before Reid was wheeled back into the room. Holden sat with Luke in silence a good ten minutes after the nurses left before saying goodbye and leaving Luke in the room. Luke pulled his chair closer to the bed and took Reid's hand in his, careful of the IV in his hand.

It had only been three days since Reid was taken off the respirator and stopped needing blood transfusions. Reid had lost so much because of the accident and needed to undergo so many surgeries, nobody knew if he was going to survive, but he had so far. It was a miracle really.