After half an hour of Keith singing continuously and Ryan remaining calm, Tim figured that they really had found the right treatment, unconventional or not. Keith was singing very quietly, so some of the other staff hadn't noticed right away, although they did notice the lack of alarms from that room. Dan, one of the other night nurses, came over to Tim and said, "Finally got your rock star settled down, huh? What ended up working?"

Tim grinned. "Alternative medicine," he said impishly. Dan looked confused.

"Come here," Tim said, leading Dan over to the door of the room. As they approached, Dan heard a soft, sweet voice coming from the room.

"Music, really?" he said.

"Not just any music. Look in."

Dan did, and saw Keith sitting by Ryan's bed, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, singing an old Irish melody softly. He couldn't help but smile.

"I thought that was a recording," he said. "He's really good. So Ryan's brother sings, too?"

"Keith isn't really Ryan's brother by blood," Tim whispered. "Raymond's the real brother. The other 'brothers' are the other singers from Ryan's group, and now I'm really glad Dr. Reilly agreed to let them in. Ryan's parents requested it, they said the guys spend so much time together that they're as close as brothers. If Keith hadn't subconsciously started singing when he got really worried, we might have lost Ryan tonight."

"That's amazing," Dan said, shaking his head. Then he started laughing, because Keith had finished that song and started on a Beach Boys tune. "Seriously? That's a switch."

"I know," Tim agreed with a smile. "So far he's done everything from hymns to trad to Glen Campbell, it just seems to be whatever song he thinks of. I'm really going to have to check this group out."

"He's really going to be able to keep singing all night?"

"He says he can," Tim shrugged. "More accurately, he SANG 'I will if I have to' instead of the regular line of what he was singing when I asked him. Those guys would do anything for each other, I think."

Tim made a detour out to the waiting room to let Colette and Emmet know that things had settled down. Emmet started laughing himself when Tim told him what the "treatment" was. "God," he said. "Who would have thought that that annoying habit of Keith's would have a use other than calming himself down while he drives the rest of us batty? Is he at least singing real songs rather than that weird random crooning that he does most of the time?"

Tim laughed, too. "It started out as the random stuff, but so far he's been doing real songs since we figured out that it was him singing that was helping. It's kind of amusing, though, because I never know what he's going to come up with next."

"That's Keith," Emmet said. "That man's got more styles of music wrapped up inside his head than any one person has a right to." He shook his head. "And to think he's got no formal training at all, it's all natural gift. For all my training, I get jealous of how easy it is for him sometimes."

Tim gaped at him. "No training? Seriously? That's just...I don't know."

Emmet grinned. "It sounds like you're going to get used to hearing all of us," he said. "George and Neil don't have any formal voice training either, nor does Ryan himself for that matter. Oddest group of professional singers you've ever met." Changing the subject, he said," I'll bring some tea up for Keith. He drinks gallons of it when we're singing all day, and I know how he likes it. It's the newest singer's job to get it ready for after a show, and that's me right now."

Keith was as good as his word and kept singing until morning. They did discover that Ryan would stay calm for a few minutes if Raymond was talking to him and rubbing his arms when Keith had to take the inevitable break to deal with the result of drinking that much tea. Ryan did tense up and set his heart rate monitor off again as Emmet and Keith were changing places, but fortunately as soon as Emmet started his warm-up exercises, Ryan settled down again. The night staff, who were just getting ready to leave, as well as the morning staff, weren't expecting either the voice or the style that was now coming from Ryan's room. Emmet's classical tenor-baritone was a massive switch from Keith's eclectic style. Several of the night staff were lamenting the fact that they wouldn't get to hear George, and were planning on coming in early enough to see what Neil's voice was like.

Dr. Reilly almost lost his temper when he came in to find someone singing continuously in Ryan's room, but after Nadine convinced him to read the night nursing notes, he settled down and accepted the situation, saying that it was probably inevitable given their patient's occupation. Sharon, however, was another matter. She wasn't too keen on her performers singing for hours on end so soon before a gig; she was afraid they would strain their voices. She didn't have the heart to forbid them to continue, though, especially after Neil broke down explaining what that hour and a half had been like when they couldn't do anything. She did, however, insist that they try the Celtic Thunder recordings at least as a way to give the singers a break, also thinking ahead that these could be used once she had to drag the rest of the boys off to Atlantic City - a task she wasn't looking forward to, especially if Ryan was still in such serious condition.