"Is- is he…dead?" The word left her in a whispered choke. Lena held her tighter as Callie's legs tried to collapse from under her. "No! No! Darling no! But he's in pretty bad condition and he's in a coma. The doctor is optimistic he'll make a full recovery though." Callie knew the last bit was just to soften the blow but to Callie it was nothing but false hope and she couldn't be let down, she knew it would just make it worse.

"When can we..." She cleared her throat before continuing, "When can we see him?" Lena had only ever heard that level of worry and vulnerability in Callie's voice when talking about Jude, now the voice was because of Brandon…

"We were waiting for you to wake up; we all need as much energy as we can get to get through today. You ready to go?" Callie felt terrible, the whole family had been waiting for her to wake up, and even Jesus had woken up before her! Callie didn't take the time to answer the question just ran through the house to get her shoes on and get to the car.

She didn't have to wait long for the rest of the family to join her, each as impatient as herself. On the way to the hospital nobody talked, even the roads seemed silent, the usual early morning traffic seemed to have dispersed leaving them all in a bubble of sadness and worry. A plague of negative thoughts flooded Callie's brain.

It was all her fault.

If she hadn't come to stay with the Fosters then Brandon would never have kept that money and gave it to Ana and wouldn't have had to sell fake IDs. He wouldn't have got Vico mad and Vico wouldn't have attacked him.

If it wasn't for her then Brandon wouldn't have had to move to Mike's, he wouldn't have had to get his stuff and he wouldn't have been there for Vico to attack him.

If she had just gone with him instead of staying behind and kissing Wyatt then she could have called the police and an ambulance. She might have been able to help.

It was all her fault.

She was snapped out of her reverie by the car lurching to a stop, she had dived out of the door before the engine had even been fully stopped. She ran towards the hospital doors, hearing faint shouts and pounding behind her. As soon as she got through the doors her eyes frantically searched for the reception, where a middle-aged lady sat trying to talk sense into a man who was making crazy gestures and pointing at empty spaces in the room as if somebody was there.

"Excuse me; I need to know where Brandon Foster is." The woman just raised a finger in a 'one minute' style, angering Callie and making a tear leave her eye as her desperation increased. "PLEASE! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE HE IS!" with a sigh the woman turned to Callie. "Name?" Callie felt like slapping the lady but she knew it would just get her thrown out and she couldn't risk having to wait longer to see Brandon. "Brandon Foster" Callie's hands tapped out a beat of the counter as the rest of the Fosters reached her.

"He's in room 307" Callie looked up at the signs trying to find out which direction to run to.

There it was: '300 - 325 Intensive care'