{Notice: As you can tell from the title, there is a hospital in this and medical stuff is talked about but not in detail, just mentioned. If that makes you uncomfortable at all, feel free to skip to the next chapter, which is bonus content coming tomorrow about the Franks and Lawrences / Wally and Sammy meet, because... bros.}

"A letter arrived from that Henry Stein fellow, the man who claims to have found our son," the woman said, shuffling through the mail. She opened it up and began to read it, dropping it on the table within seconds.

"What is it?" her husband asked in concern.

"It's true," she whispered. "Sammy…"

The man grabbed the papers and began to read as well. "The appointment's tomorrow… I'll call work and schedule a day off," he said, standing up from his chair at the table.

"I'll start getting things ready in a minute," she said, grabbing her own cell phone and going through the contacts until she found her first-born. She had to tell him the news first.

.~.~.~.

When he'd gotten the email from some guy who knew his younger brother, he'd been skeptical, especially when it said his brother was alive and had been found. Like most, he'd given up hope years ago.

Then he'd gotten the call from his mother telling him they actually seem to have found Sammy and that he should come to the appointment to see him if possible.

While he was late by quite a while, having been told to come any time that day, they'd be there all day, it hadn't taken that long for the oldest of the Lawrence siblings to arrive at the hospital after he was contacted, his wife and their kids with him. Doubt was still heavy in his mind that his brother was alive after so long, but hope was what made him continue. If it was true, he wanted his brother to meet his family.

While he wasn't surprised to find his parents in the waiting room, he was surprised to find an entire group of other people waiting with them, especially the Franks family.

"You're just in time," his mother spoke softly to him. "He's just finished with the surgery."

He had not been filled in on his missing brother's health and was more concerned now. "What happened? Why did he need surgery?" he asked, walking over and sitting down next to his mother. The second he sat down, his daughter trotted over and climbed into his lap, her mother sitting next to him with her baby brother.

"His legs were very badly damaged, as well as a crudely done amputation, the doctors had to do a second amputation," his mother explained, looking like she was aging ten years with worry.

"There's another thing," his father added, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. To his surprise, the entire group of others were, indeed, there with his parents, since they also looked at him.

His mother pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. The front was addressed to his parents, the return address being from the man who emailed him and had red letters reading "results inside". He opened it up carefully, despite how his parents had already torn it open and read the results, and pulled out the note.

It was the results of the DNA test, saying it was true that his brother was alive and a medical note was attached, listing what all the doctors had been looking into.

"Acute memory loss, legs cut off below the knees, pinky fingers cut off, blind."

The rest of the note mentioned some acute malnourishment and dehydration, but his mind was too horrified about the first list of discoveries.

His brother was alive but very badly hurt and could have been near death without medical help.

"How did this happen?" he asked, looking at his parents.

"We don't really know," his father answered. "But I take it they do know," he added, gesturing the others, who all waved lightly.

"Let's just leave it at a mad-man used your brother and the rest of us as lab rats," one of the group spoke up.

He recognized the male as being one of Sammy's friends, Jack maybe.

"We were trapped for years," one of the girls explained. "After so long, the effects started to add up. Be it that some of us don't remember what happened there, some of us have injuries, or even that we know people have probably died there. For the most part, we made it out more-or-less alright given the circumstances."

A doctor walked over and spoke softly to his parents before leaving.

"He said we can see him now," his mother said, standing up. The rest of the group followed the Lawrences to the room.

The beeping of the heart monitor echoed softly, as well as other sounds of machinery. In the middle was a bed, Sammy still sound asleep under the covers.

His formerly dyed hair was now completely black again, longer than before as well as it cascaded around his head onto the pillow. Aside from his hair being longer and his body seeming thinner, it looked as if he hadn't aged a single day since the last time anyone had seen him.

He held his daughter up carefully so she could see as well, given as the little girl was curious and attempting to look. She seemed surprised at first but then smiled. "I like his hair," she said, as if that was the most important thing.

"He does, too," one of the men in the group added, smiling back at her. "I have a daughter around your age, she loves when he lets her play with his hair.

"Sammy's been living with Mr. Stein," his mother explained to him. "We're going to ask him if he wants to move back to us when he wakes up."

Henry Stein looked at her in almost disappointed for a second. "Joey should be waking up soon," he said, getting the group of friends to look at him. "We should go see him and give the family some time."

Both parents thanked him politely and talked briefly with the group while they left, the older brother staying by his brother's side.

"I can't believe this," he breathed. "He's been missing for a decade… we all thought he was dead but now he's here."

"Are we gonna have to do more Christmas shopping?" his daughter asked, causing everyone to laugh softly.

"Not necessarily," his mother said, walking over and taking her from his arms to give her a hug. "Because Grandpa and I are going to buy him a lot of things already. But I'm sure he'd appreciate it, sweetheart."

A soft groan alerted them that the anesthesia was wearing off and they all looked to see Sammy tiredly moving.

"Sammy?" his mother whispered, she and everyone else going to stand by his side. "Sammy, it's me, your mother."

"Kaa?" he asked, turning to look in her direction though he was blind and wasn't really looking at her.

"It's really him," his brother breathed in joy. After so many years, his little brother was finally back.

{'Kaa', according to a quick google search because I haven't taken Japanese in years, means 'mom'. If it's wrong, sorry.

I'm hoping to write a chapter about the toons tomorrow, it's probably gonna be short but hopefully cute.

Anyway, thanks for reading everyone ^-^ }