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Frank's POV
His eyes are closed and he appears to be peacefully sleeping but I know better.
Jamie has been drifting in and out of consciousness now for three days; he was never really quite awake. He would never really talk, at least no more than a few words before darkness overcame him again.
Jamie's tormentors are all dead now, much to my relief for I do not know if I would have been able to hold myself back from doing it myself.
There was no evidence of who killed them but I had my suspicion. There was only one person that would have killed them but let Jamie live, and that person was his mother, Emily.
"Reminds me of when he was a child…he always has looked so innocent when he sleeps." A dark figure says from the doorway leaning against the door its' eyes on Jamie.
"Emily what do you want?" I ask instinctively moving closer to Jamie.
"The same thing you do for our son, for him to be safe again. I bought the last of the keys he was selling off." She drops a dozen keys on the table her eyes never leaving Jamie.
"What are these for?" I ask picking them up realizing that they were all duplicates of one of two keys.
"Keys auctioned off for the Reagan house and Jamie's apartment. They had keys to Daniel's and your daughter's but I could care less, they were all auctioned off." She sets on Jamie's bed gently stroking his hair not bothering to look at me.
"Your men haven't killed this auctioneer?" I ask my fury rising knowing that some maniacs had keys to my kids' houses.
"No he's not the supplier or the one that wants your family and Jamie dead. Frank when Jamie is discharged let me take him. He would be safer, it seems having the last name Reagan is a death sentence and being around one is just going to get you killed as well. But if he were to be with me and protected by my family, we would be far safer. Nobody messes with my family, except for a few ignorant cops, and if anybody did we don't give them a free room to stay in and a cot."
I got to my feet to stand above her. She doesn't look up, she merely raises an eyebrow. "Who's with you?"
"Theodore is just outside, Lawrence isn't talking to me. He's upset with me." She replies uncaringly.
"You may be his mother but he does not know you and let's be honest Emily you don't love him and if you do it's not because he is your son but because you know you can use him against me, that you loving him hurts me!" I hiss back wanting her away from MY son.
"I don't love him? Every time he was in the hospital I was there, I sent him gifts on his birthday and Christmas, I went to every school event that I could of his, I was at his graduation, and I paid off his college loans! I made sure he was safe! Every little things I ever got of Jamie's, pictures, old reports, books, anything I cherished like it was gold because it was part of MY baby! You lied to him, kept him from me and me from him just because of your pride! All I wanted was a baby and you took that from me, the one thing I wanted all my life! You used me and Jamie for what?! A petty 12 years of federal prison on my father?! You're just as bad as me, you lied to him, used him, cheated on your wife and then murdered her!" she was screaming at me now, sobbing her hand squeezing Jamie's.
I hear the door open and shoes squeak on the floor behind me but I pay no attention, my eyes focused on the woman that was born in the wrong family, the woman that gave me my son and on my son guilt rising in the back of my throat knowing I lied to my son.
Before another word could be said from either one of us coughs erupted in the room. Jamie opens his eyes panicking, each cough visibly hurting him. A nurse that had entered the room ran over to Jamie pushing Emily aside.
"Jamie, take a deep breath. You have to stop." The nurse puts a hand on his midsection where his ribs are. She grabs the glass of water off the table handing it to me as she lifts Jamie's head and I pour the water slowly into his mouth dampening it. He finally stops his breathing was pained but better.
The nurse gently pressed on his abdomen again around his ribs; he lets out a cry tears in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Emily speaks up watching with tears in her eyes.
"Trying to make sure his ribs are ok. The coughing could have done more harm to his already severely damaged ribs." She replies touching a tender spot making Jamie cry out again tears in his eyes.
Jamie's POV
The nurse finished pressing on my ribs turning to check my vitals. I take in my surroundings for the first time. I was in a hospital room hooked up to multiple machines, both of my legs were heavy, unmoving, my head pounded and my stomach ached. My dad stands by the side of my bed his warm hand taking mine. The woman that saved me from my hell stood at the foot of my bed her dyed brown hair falling loosely into her face.
"Who are you?" I ask my voice weak and hoarse.
"I'm Emily, I'll explain to you who I am later, you need your rest. I'll see you both soon." She squeezes my arm before leaving not saying a word to my father just giving him a brief smirk.
I look towards my father but he offers no explanation instead takes a seat beside me again his hand cradling mine.
"When can I go home?" I ask the nurse before she can escape out the door.
"I'm going to get the doctor now." She assures me before escaping.
I slide my good arm beneath me trying to pull myself up. I feel my dad's strong hands slide beneath me helping me; he props up pillows behind me to lean on. My hands move down to my legs which are bandaged and casted. My mind goes back to when I had angered Carol and she smashed my legs with a hammer, the time when she took her lit cigarette burning my flesh, and the time when she was trying to feed me getting furious when I kept coughing and stabbed me repeatedly in my already damaged legs with a fork.
I didn't realize I was crying until Dad wraps his arms around my trembling shoulders holding me close.
"They're dead, right? They are all dead?" I ask clinging to my father like I did when I was a child and would wake up from a nightmare or was feverishly sick.
"They are all gone." He assured me rubbing my back comfortingly.
"Hello Jamie, it's nice to see that you're awake." Dr. Kent greets me walking over to my bedside. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore a little sick." I admit a little under exaggerating how I was feeling but I wanted to go home. I pull my covers up, trying to hide my shivers.
"My nurse, Zoey, told me you have a temperature of a 105. Your breathing is off and your ribs need to be stabilized, one of them is barley holding on that is why Zoey panicked when you started coughing afraid it would break off and injure one of your organs, we didn't put screws in like we had initially talked about for you have under gone to much surgery already and need to recover from that first but it appears we're going to have to take the risk."
"Your legs are extremely frail, all the fractured broken, nerves damaged, muscles torn and 3rd degree burns in spots. Until we can perform surgery I don't want you putting any weight on either one of them, which means no standing. I only tell you this so we can prevent further damage. Any questions for me?" he asks coming over to my ribs pushing lightly on them till he finds the one he is looking for, when he does I cry out tears of pain filling my eyes.
"When will I be able to go home?" I ask watching as he unwraps a bandage from around my head that I hadn't realized was there.
"Not for quite some time. I still want to run some test to see what is making you so sick, you will need at least one more surgery before we can release you not counting the ones you will need later. Your lungs need to be carefully monitored and I'm not sure if your body would be able to handle leaving quite yet." Dr. Kent explains bandaging my head again after checking something. "Does your head hurt?"
"Yeah I've got a headache but doc how long are we talking?" I ask as he turns to my legs.
"At least a month and that's only if a miracle happens between now and then." His words make my heart sink. A month if I was lucky? I let him check the four surgery wounds and the burns without a word my eyes focused on my dad. I wanted to go home, to be with my family that dream that kept me fighting for those two weeks was still out of reach.
"If it makes you feel better, I will try to make sure you are discharged in the next five weeks, so you can make Christmas." Dr. Kent promised leaning against the counter gazing at me.
"Will there be any permanent damage?" dad asks taking my hand again. Tears fill my eyes at the thought that I might not be able to work again. I have already lost so much to these monsters, please not my job.
"It's too early to tell but if everything goes as planned it's unlikely." Dr. Kent assures us. "Let us know Jamie if you start to feel worse, one of the nurses will check on you every hour." He fives my shoulder a squeeze and my dad a comforting smile before heading out the leaving only me, my father and are worried thoughts.
"Get some sleep Jamie, I'll be right here."
Danny's POV
Sean's health has taken a turn for the worse. He was going to be discharged today when late last night he got violently sick. He slipped into a coma for unknown reasons early this morning. Jack hasn't left his room sense he heard the news. Linda has been distant, always deep in thought. I refuse to let myself think too much, forcing myself to focus on whoever is behind this all.
I hold Sean's pale, cold hand in mine tears running down my cheeks. The doctors have run every sort of test finding no reason for his sudden turn for the worse. Just yesterday we had been told he could return to school next week and now me don't even know if he will wake up.
"Danny, can I speak to you? I ran a couple more tests and found something." Dr. Kent asks excitement in his eyes.
"What did you find?" I ask anxious to hear an update.
"Danny Sean was drugged. Somebody gave him cocaine, he OD and slipped into a coma." Dr. Kent hands me lab results. "This was done on purpose and he should not have lived, somebody tried to kill your son."
