A/N: Okay, this was supposed to be at the end of the last chapter, so this is chapter 3 continued…enjoy!
Nate ran up to the information desk. "I need Courtney Mead's room number."
"Have a seat sir, and I'll be with you in a minute." The lady said in an aggravated tone without looking up from her paperwork.
"I need her room number." Nate said, trying to remain calm, but inside he felt as if he was going to explode.
"Look son, I'm pulling a double shift and trying to catch up on paperwork, so…" The lady was cut short by Nate.
"Look lady, I need to make sure she'd okay. So give me the damn number!" Shane and Jason caught up with Nate just in time to hear him explode.
"Sorry about are brother… Darlene…" Shane said looking down at the nametag, pinned high on her scrub-top. "But could we please get that room number." She nodded, typed the name into the computer, and looked back up at Shane.
"She's in surgery. According to the chart she could be in there three to five more hours."
"S…surgery?" Nate stuttered. She nodded. "What happened?" She shook her head.
"I don't know, the doctor will tell you when she's out of surgery. There's a waiting room down that hall where you can wait." Shane nodded and led Nate down the hall towards the waiting room, since he was still in shock.
"Surgery? What did he do to her?" Nate asked speaking the word 'he' with disgust.
"I don't know." Shane answered. The hall suddenly opened up into a large room with chairs and vending machines. Other hallways and doors shot off from the large room, but the first thing that caught Nate's eye was a little girl sitting alone in one of the chairs crying.
"Tara?" Jason asked softly. She looked up. Jason crouched down and she ran into his arms. Jason stood holding Tara to his chest. Nate collapsed into a chair with whole body slumped over with his face in his hands. Shane took the seat next to Nate and Jason sat on the other side of Nate, with Tara in his lap.