Well. I wrote this one up pretty quickly. I might be taking a break for a while. I'm off to Montana to visit one of my beautiful baby nieces wish me safe travels! lol and please do enjoy the update. :)

~Yiva

CHAPTER FIVE

Laney was in a coma. Bobby had handed Spencer over to Trixie reluctantly, not because he didn't trust his sister, but because he didn't want to let Spencer go again. But he had handed him over and had followed the dark haired nurse, a different one from the one his son had. She looked more serious, and pitying. Bobby new it was bad, horrible, even before he heard the news from the doctor. Because he wasn't a blood relative or married to her, it had been hard to convince the doctors to talk to him. He had finally gotten a hold of the Delaware's, and they had given their permission. They were on their way.

Rick Delaware knew it was bad. He had heard the mild panic in Bobby's voice. He had kept calm in front of Betty, but even so, she knew. The couple entered the hospital with worried expressions. Before they could ask for their daughter's room they ran into Trixie.

"Oh, Trixie, dear. Do you know where Delaney's room is? How is she?" Betty asked, rushing toward the younger blonde.

"Uh-" Trixie was saved from answering by Bobby walking out of the room down the hall.

He was talking to the Doctor, and nodded toward her parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Delaware? I'm Dr. Murray. I'm the head Neurosurgeon here at Sacred Heart. I was just telling Mr. Belden about your daughter's condition. Would you please come with me?" He smiled kindly at the couple and ushered them into the room. Bobby shook his head, saying he had to get back to Spencer.

Bobby closed the door to the nursery and leaned against the door frame, letting out a huge sigh. Trixie had returned to the nursery and was gently rocking Spencer.

"What is going on?"

"The road was wet, the turn sharp. You know the drill. It was head on. A few more inches to the left and they both would have been dead. She isn't waking up though. And that isn't good. She isn't breathing on her own either for Christ's sake. Trix, it's bad."

Trixie didn't know what to say. She would give anything to make the pain go away for her younger brother. She couldn't though. "Bobby, I'm sure everything will be okay." The words sounded lame, even to her own ears.

"I hope so. Thanks for being here Trixie. It means a lot."

"Anytime, little brother." Trixie told him. "Here, take you son. I'm going to go call Dan and let him know what's going on so he can call Moms and Dad."

Bobby nodded his thanks and took his sleeping son. Trixie left the room, pulling out her cell phone. "What are we going to do now little buddy? Huh?"

"Hello?" Dan's voice groaned into the phone. He had obviously been sleeping.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Trixie whispered. She wasn't sure why she was whispering, but it seemed like the thing to do.

"'Course not. I was just watching TV." Dan defended. "I was waiting for an update."

"Well, so far it's still looking good for Spence. Dr. Bray is still pretty sure he'll be able to go home. Laney isn't so good. She's in a coma, and not breathing on her own. Bobby didn't mention it to me but I heard the nurses talking about internal bleeding."

Dan whistled softly, "Damn. I guess I'm confused about something though. Where was she even going?"

Trixie shifted uncomfortable. "She was leaving."

"Why? I don't get it."

"She thought it was too much for Bobby."

"Poor Bobby. Poor Spencer. Poor Laney. This just sucks the whole way around." Dan summed up.

"Yeah. Listen, I think I'm going to see if Bobby needs anything and if not I'm going to come home. Did you get the dining room stuff packed up?"

"Yes, dear," Dan rolled his eyes, they were in the middle of moving, "Call me when you're on your way home. Be careful."

"I will," Trixie agreed.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Helen and Peter were camped around the phone, waiting for the phone call. Peter was about to call Dan, again, when it rang shrilly.

"Dan?" Peter barked into the phone.

"Mr. Belden. Sorry for calling so late. Trixie just called me back. Spencer is still fine. But, uh, Laney isn't doing so well. She's um. She's in a coma."

"How is Bobby doing?" Peter asked, already knowing his son was beating himself up.

"He's being Bobby. I told Trix to tell him that you'd be coming tomorrow."

"That's fine. Thank you, Dan. Give Finn and Harper a kiss from me and Helen."

"I will. Goodnight."

"Night."

Peter looked at Helen, shaking his head. "It's pretty bad, dear." He explained the situation. "We'll head down tomorrow; there isn't much we can do anyway."

Helen nodded.

"Hello?" Brian's voice was heavy with sleep.

"B?" The caller on the other end questioned.

"Mart?" Brian asked in return. "What's going on? It's almost three in the morning."

"Brian, I just talked to Dan. Laney's been in an accident. They tried reaching us earlier."

"What do you mean? What kind of accident?" Honey stirred sleepily next to him.

"Head on. She's not doing so well. She's in a coma."

"Oh God. Bobby?"

"He wasn't with them. He was at home."

"Them? Oh no! Spencer?"

"He's fine. He'll be going home tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I don't understand. What's going on?" Brian demanded.

"I don't know, man. From what I gather Bobby came home from school and Laney had left a note saying she couldn't ruin his life anymore. Then around nine he got a call from the hospital. He called Trixie. And The Delawares. Spencer was fine. Laney, not so much at all. Trixie's been feeding Dan updates all night. He couldn't get a hold of any of us though."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah, Moms and Dad are going up tomorrow. The Delawares are there now. I said I'd ring you up."

Brian was at a loss for words. "Thanks, bro."

"Yeah. I'll talk to you later though."

"Yeah, okay. Night Mart. I love you." Brian got all sentimental.

"I love you too, man." Mart agreed.

"What's the matter?" Honey murmured against Brian's chest.

"Laney and Spencer were in an accident. I'm worried about Bobby." Brian muttered, playing with Honey's hair absentmindedly.