A/n-Yea…Sammy's 4 here.
Never Trust a Dog
Honestly, Jordan was sick of the board. Really, if it she couldn't (occasionally) blackmail or (always) intimidate the members into doing what she wanted, she would leave. Then again, it was nice to talk (argue) with adults after spending hours or days with three children under the age of ten. Jordan loves her children. She does, but they do tire her out. A couple of hours in the hospital is a welcomed relief from being "mommy."
"Done terrorizing the other members?"
"Mhmm. For now. Shouldn't you be at home?"
Carla smiles and pats her round stomach.
"Not for another week."
"Ah. How much longer until the little monster arrives?"
"A little less then two months," Carla chuckles, "Turk's really excited, and so is Izzy. We'll see how long that last…"
"Probably until she realizes she can't play with it yet."
Carla rolls her eyes, opens her mouth, but before she can speak, sirens explode from outside. Jordan goes to step back and leave, not wanting to stay, but the next sound she hears makes her heart stop. Crying. A child's cry--and not just any child. Oh no. Eyes wide, she turns around, mouth falling open at what she see's.
"Sammy?!"
"Mommy!"
Sam is being carried by a paramedic. Behind them is the babysitter who is holding a terrified looking Jenny. Jordan moves towards the man holding her son, and scowls at the babysitter.
"What the hell happened?"
"He…he fell from the play structure and on his arm--and--"
Jordan snarls at her. Carla comes up from behind her and quickly takes Jenny into her arms.
"Come on, lets get Sammy into a room quickly."
Jordan shakes her head, points a finger at the babysitter.
"I'll deal with you later."
She follows Carla and the paramedic into a room, where they sit Sam down on the bed. Jordan reaches for him, brushes his hair back and kisses his forehead. Sammy's breath hitches, and she notices the way he's holding his left arm, which is red and swollen.
"Oh Sammy…what happened?"
He looks up at her, eyes red and full of tears, bottom lip trembling.
"I was-I was on the bridge, and-and, this doggie ran-ran up," he hiccups, "and he was coming at me, and-and-and I gots scared, so-so I jumped, but I laded on my-my arm, and-and it HURTS."
The paramedic gently lays a hand on Sam's arm, but Sammy wails and scoots closer to her. The Medic looks up at her, frowning.
"It might be broken."
Oh. A broken arm. Jordan hugs Sammy to her, cooing at him. Carla bites her lips and looks closely at Sam's arm.
"X-ray then--"
There's a bang, and Jordan jumps--but only a little. Perry storms in, white coat swishing behind him, and a scowl set on his face. He takes in the scene and comes to settle next to them.
"What happened?"
"Fell of the jungle gym."
"It hurts Daddy…"
Jordan winces and runs her hand through Sammy's hair.
"I know Sammy, I know…"
Carla coughs, "Perry, we need to get him to X-ray. His arm might be broken."
"Yea, ok."
"Is Sammy gonna need 'urgery?"
Jordan looks up at Jenny, who looks on the verge of tears herself. Sammy grips her arm tighter and sobs.
"I don't wants 'urgery!"
"You won't need surgery, Sammy. Just a cast."
Eyebrows raised, she looks up at Perry.
"Well?"
"Come on."
Carefully, Jordan lifts Sam into her arms, careful not to jostle him too much. When they exit, some nurses crowd around them, fussing and reaching to pat Sammy on the head. Annoyed, she glares at them until they dispersed frightened. When they reach the x-rays, Perry gently takes Sam from her.
"Wait out here with Jenny."
Jordan frowns but listens, taking Jenny, who is shaking slightly, into her arms. Her daughter looks at her.
"Is he gonna be ok?"
"Yea."
They only have to wait for a couple of minutes before Perry comes back out again, face grim.
"Fracture. We'll need to set it, and put a cast."
Jordan sighs and tightens her hold on Jenny. She had been afraid of that. Perry starts down the hall and she follows, Carla at her side. At the door, Perry pauses and she nearly runs into him.
"What?"
"I think you should stay out here with Jenny."
"I don't think so."
Perry rolls his eyes.
"Fine. I think Jenny should stay out here with Carla then."
Jenny huffs and a few tears escape.
"I wanna go with Sammy!"
Jordan turns to her daughter,
"Jenny you're going to wait out here with Carla ok?"
Her daughter puffs her cheeks, so Jordan bounces her.
"And NO tantrums. Is that clear?"
Jenny sniffles but nods. Jordan kisses her cheek and sets her down.
"You can come in a little while, ok?"
"'K…"
Carla grabs Jenny from her, and Jordan goes into the room with Perry. Keith is there, looking nervous, shifting his weight.
"Why is he here?"
She can see Perry's jaw clench.
"He's going to straightened Sam's arm."
Oh no he wasn't.
"Why can't you do it?"
He looks at her as if she's stupid.
"You want me to hu--"
Perry shuts his mouth and looks down at Sammy's who's staring at them from his arms. Jordan closes her eyes and breathes out. This was not going to be fun. Not at all. Smiling, she takes Sammy's head in her hands, and brushes away his tears.
"Sammy…Keith here, is going to straighten your arm out, so that he can put a cast, ok? It won't take long."
Her son bites his lip.
"Will--is-is gonna hurt?"
Jordan pauses, frowns. Of all the questions he could ask. She wants to tell him that no, it won't, that it'll be ok, but it won't. It wasn't going to be painless. "Yea. Its gonna hurt."
Sam tries to back away but she doesn't let go. He starts crying again, and squirming.
"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO!"
Exactly the reaction she had been expecting. She picks him up and settles him on her hip. Sam grips her arm, keeps shaking his head and sobbing.
"Sammy. Sammy listen to me. Listen to me ok?"
Shuddering, her son looks up at her, eyes wide, red and full of tears. It makes her feel vaguely sick.
"We have to do this, ok? If we don't, it won't heal and you'll be in pain a lot longer. You don't want that do you?"
"N-n-no…"
Jordan kisses his temple.
"Tell ya what; you be a big boy, and let dude-whatever fix your arm, and you can have anything to eat for dinner."
That gets Sammy's attention.
"A-anything?"
"Anything."
"….ok."
Nodding, Jordan sits down on the bed. Perry moves behind her, puts hands on Sammy's shoulders. She tightens her hold around Sam, because she knew what was going to happen. Keith stepped up to them, looking as if he was about to be sacrificed; which really, he might be if he messes up.
"What are you waiting for? An invitation?"
Keith looks at her, shakes his head. Taking a huge breath, he gently and oh so carefully extends Sammy's arm out. Sam shakes, but doesn't pull back, for which Jordan is proud of. Sighing, Keith puts both hands on her son's arms, and Jordan pulls Sam tighter against her.
Crack.
Sam screams and goes rigid in her arms. Jordan winces.
"Shhh, Sammy, shhh…its over. You're ok."
"Hu-hu-hurts!"
Jordan feels Perry move closer to them, his hands rubbing Sam's shaking shoulders. In front of them, Keith stands up, face pale. Jordan glares at him. Eyes wide, Keith turns towards the table to prepare the cast. Sam keeps crying, but he at least leaves his arm still.
"You were so brave, Sammy."
"I-I was?"
Perry ruffles his hair.
"You sure were."
Sammy looks up at him, then at her. Jordan smiles at him.
"Can I has mashed potatoes with gravy and ketchup for dinner? And biscuits?" he pauses, "and sausage?"
"Of course."
Sam smiles and wipes his eyes.
Thirty minutes later, Sam was sporting a blue cast, and his arm was in a sling. Keith had run out a few minutes earlier, eager to escape. What a coward. Honestly. Perry opens the door, and Jenny runs in, tear tracks on her cheeks. She looks at her, then at Sammy, sniffling.
"Are you ok?"
Sammy nods and settles his head on Jordan's shoulder. Perry runs a hand down his face and picks up Jenny.
"Your brother's fine, Jen. See?"
Jenny nods and goes to stand by Jordan, her eyes still on Sammy. Patting her daughter on the head, Jordan tightens her grip on Sam and looks at Perry.
"Jack's almost out, so I better go home," she spies Carla outside the door and groans, "Please tell me I won't have to deal with a certain surgeon later on?"
Carla blushes and chuckles.
"He's in surgery right now…he'll be busy for a couple of hours but after that…" she shrugs and Jordan sighs. At least she won't have to deal with Turk for a few hours.
"Fine. But I won't be held responsible for my actions," she grabs Jenny's hand, "Come on then, lets go home."
Perry follows her out to the car, growling when people get too close to them. He helps buckle Jenny in while she straps in Sammy. Her son stares at her, smiling.
"Was I really brave, mommy?"
"Yes."
Sammy nods. He pouts for a second, before holding out his injured arm.
"You haven't kissed it better…"
"The cast is going to make your arm better, Sammy."
"But a kiss will make it betterer…please?"
Jordan shakes her head but kisses his hand anyways. Sammy giggles.
"Thank you, mommy."
"You're welcome."
After saying good-bye to Perry (and making him swear to threaten everyone not to tell Turk what had happened--Carla could tell him later-much later) Jordan drives home feeling slightly drained. Lucky for her, both Jenny and Sammy were nodding off. Nap-time then. Thankfully, neither of the kids whined or threw a tantrum when she herded them into their room. Jenny climbed into Sammy's bed, eyes already half closed. Sammy carefully laid down next to his sister, yawning.
"I'll wake you up in an hour, ok?"
They both nod. Jenny turns on her side and carefully lays an arm across Sammy's torso. Sighing, Jordan kisses Jenny on the cheek then Sammy. He smiles.
"Love you, mommy."
Jordan looks down at him and shakes her head. Gently, she runs a hand over his cast and winces. She gives him another kiss.
"Love you too. Sleep."
A/N--Oh Sammy…you SO have Jordan wrapped around your little finger…and oh! Bonus chapter this week!