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Oops! I know, I said I would post thus a few days ago, but then life got crazy. I hope the fact that this chapter is a little bit longer and the fact that this is a double upload will make up for that, though. Enjoy!

When Jack pulled up at the front entrance to the hospital, Les practically jumped out of the car. Crutchie and Race followed close behind him, and Jack shouted out of the car window that he would meet them inside after he parked. They hurried into the main waiting area of the emergency room, the automatic doors clicking shut behind them. Les looked around at all the people sitting in chairs, finally spotting Katherine in a corner. He hurried over to her, and when she saw him coming she stood and offered him a small smile. "How's Davey? Can I see him? Is he alright? Are my parents here?" Les let out steady stream of questions, barely pausing for breath. "Whoa, slow down kid," Crutchie said, ruffling Les' hair. "Your parents are on their way, Les. As for Davey, all I know is that they took him back there a little while ago and they won't tell me anything because I'm not family," Katherine answered truthfully, and Les swallowed nervously. Seeing his stricken expression, Race patted him on the shoulder. "It'll be alright, Les. I'm sure Davey'll be good as new in no time." Les offered Race a small smile, then sat in the chair previously occupied by Katherine to wait.

30 minutes later, Les had dozed off in his chair, and Race, Crutchie, Katherine, and Jack were sitting on the floor at his feet, quietly talking. Suddenly the doors opened, and Les and Davey's parents walked in, looking understandably concerned. Jack saw them looking around, and tapped Les on the foot to wake him up. He immediately sat upright, wide awake. Seeing his mother, he jumped out of his chair and ran to her, almost knocking over a stand of magazines in the process, much to the annoyance of the secretary at the front desk. Katherine watched them with a small smile, but Jack, Race, and Crutchie quickly looked away. Never having had parents to embrace like that, they felt like they were intruding on a private moment, a feeling none of them liked. Suddenly Les pulled away from his parents and began talking animatedly, gesturing to them after a moment. "That's our cue, boys," Jack sighed, standing stiffly. He helped Crutchie up, then made his way over to Davey's parents, his heart sinking as he realized he had to explain to them why their son was currently passed out in the hospital.

Davey came to to the sound of an incessant beeping in his ear and sunlight streaming through a lone window. Blinking a few times, his eyes finally focused. He was lying on a hospital bed in a sterile white room, hooked up to an IV bag and an oxygen tube. Looking around, he saw his mother was sitting on a chair at the foot of his bed, looking to be asleep. "Mom?" he whispered, his voice cracking from disuse. His mother's head shot up, and she smiled when she saw her was awake. "Hello, David. How are you feeling?" she asked, smoothing his hair away from his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. "Okay," Davey answered, slightly confused. "What happened?" "You accidentally ate a cookie that had almonds in it when you were hanging out with Jack and his friends, don't you remember?" "Kind of," Davey frowned. "Where's Les?" "Your dad took him home so he could get some sleep," his mother explained. "Now, you just relax and I'm going to go get the doctor, okay?" "Okay," Davey answered, and his mother kissed him on the forehead again before quietly exiting the room.

A few hours later, Davey was sitting up in bed doing some homework his parents had brought him from home. He was feeling much better, but the doctor said they were going to keep him here for a few more hours just to make sure he was completely stable. He was thinking about how annoying that was when the door slowly opened, and Les poked his head into the room. Davey grinned, setting aside his schoolwork. "Hey," he said. "Hey," came the the quiet response. Davey waited a moment, but Les still hadn't moved from the doorway. Wordlessly, he opened his arms. That was all it took. Les ran across the room and jumped on the bed, hugging him tightly and crying softly. "Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay," Davey soothed. Les sniffed loudly in response, his tears soaking into Davey's hospital gown. Davey patted him on the back reassuringly, then slowly began to lie down. Les sniffed again, burrowing into his side like he used to when he was a baby. Smiling down at him, Davey reached out and began running his fingers through Les' hair, gradually lulling him to sleep.