When Shawn and Juliet arrived at the hospital, the first place they headed was the front desk. They asked for a Henry Spencer and were surprised to find out that he was nearly out of surgery – apparently, Shawn's Dad now had a bullet wound in his shoulder in around the same place as Shawn had been shot.

Now that he thinks about it, Jerry's hands were wavering a bit as he rushed onto the scene. Maybe it was that thing that some folks got when they got older. He should really ask Gus what it's called.

"Gus!" He'd nearly forgotten about his best bud. Where on earth was he? He whipped his head around until he spotted Gus.

"It's about time you arrived," his friend walked up to him. At his confused look Gus rolled his eyes. What is with people and their reaction to his confusion? "Your dad's been in surgery for the last couple of hours, Shawn. What distracted you this time?"

"I was being interrogated by Lassiter."

Gus didn't look convinced. "And you couldn't reschedule? This is your father we're talking about here."

"I'm the lead suspect in a murder investigation, man," Shawn replied. "If I had a say, they wouldn't have needed to drag me off in cuffs."

"You better not be pulling my leg, Shawn."

"He's not," Jules interjected from behind him. Gus looked a little surprised to see her. "After the initial shock wore off, he put up a pretty impressive fight. He got sand in Carlton's eyes and kneed him in the groin. It looked painful."

Gus raised his eyebrows and shrugged. It must have sounded legitimate to him – especially the underhanded fighting techniques she was describing. Shawn gasped at his friend's obvious resignation, "You believe her and not me! Gus… I can't tell you how ashamed I am of you right now."

"Suck it, Shawn," Gus said quickly. "After stealing my car, you really have no say at the moment."

"Dude! I don't think that even qualifies as 'no say' material."

Shawn's last response sent the two of them into a frenzied whisper argument. As was the case with such arguments, neither of them really understood what the other person was arguing about. All that mattered was the fact that Shawn knew that he would somehow win.

Except this time they were interrupted by a man in blue scrubs with a clipboard. He looked up from the board at the mostly empty waiting area by the front desk.

"Family of Henry Spencer," the man called out.

Shawn took in a deep breath before answering, "That would be me."

He hadn't even realised he had been holding his breath since the moment the man had walked into the room. The man gestured for Shawn and his friends to follow him before leading them down the hallway to a more private area.

The man frowned a little as he studied the folder. He looked up at Shawn, "You are Henry Spencer's…?"

"Son," Shawn answered. "I'm Henry Spencer's son."

"Well, Mr. Spencer. I hear the nurses have already updated you on the position of the bullet wound and how that might impact his survival," the man said. "I'm happy to report that your father is going to be fine. However, there were some minor complications during the surgery. We'd like to keep him under observation for a few more days."

"Complications?" Gus asked. "What complications?"

The doctor began to answer Gus' question but was quickly interrupted. The sincere look on Shawn's face hard to ignore as he voiced the question that had been on his mind during the whole exchange: "Can I see him?"

"You may," the doctor nodded towards a door across the hall.

Shawn left Gus and Jules with the doctor as he immediately went over to the door. He knew they would relay anything important the Doctor had to say but right now, he just needed to see his big Poppa Bear and verify for himself that everything was alright.

As he let himself in, the first thing he saw was his father lying on the small hospital bed in the centre of the room. For some reason, his father had an oxygen mask over his face. Maybe that had something to do with the complications the doctor had mentioned.

"Hey, Dad," Shawn spoke to the man as he pulled one of the chairs against the wall towards the hospital bed. "Sorry, I'm late. If I hadn't continually pissed off Lassiter, he wouldn't have left me waiting in the interrogation room for a couple of hours. Did I mention I'm a suspect for the murder of Jerry Carp?"

Shawn was quite surprised when the man before him seemed to mumble in his sleep. It was almost like he had heard his monologue.

When his father slowly opened his eyes and looked at him, he was sure that the man had actually heard what he had said. "I don't speak mumble, Dad. You should know by now that my native language is gibberish not mumble."

Henry Spencer raised an eyebrow at his kid but otherwise remained perfectly still. Shawn twisted in his chair under his father's gaze; it was the very same look he received when he was a kid. Normally, it was followed by a sharp reprimand. He could find solace in the fact that he couldn't understand his father right now.

"If you're saying what I think you are saying…" Shawn backpedalled, "In the Department's defence, it wasn't looking good for me. They couldn't keep the body at the scene for very long because the tide was coming in. I was the only one they found at the scene and Woody still hasn't filled in his preliminary autopsy yet."

His father frowned and tried to sit up but Shawn stopped him.

"Don't worry. There's no way I'm going to jail for this. You don't need a full autopsy report to realise that the bullet was of a different calibre and the trajectory was all wrong."

This time, Henry growled and brought a hand up to his face. He weakly pulled down the mask and glared at Shawn. "I can testify that you didn't do it, kid. I just wanted to know when I could get out of this damn hospital."

"Oh," Shawn said. He dug his face into the covers of his Dad's hospital bed in order to hide his embarrassment.

Shawn's old man shook his head and ruffled his son's hair, a small smile gracing his face as he did so.