After two more hours in the ER, Spencer was dosed up on pain medications, which had allowed him to fall into a drug induced sleep. Dave was sitting beside Spencers bed, keeping a watchful eye over his sleeping son.

"Spencer Hotchner-Rossi"

Dave turned sharply at the sound of his child's name. Seeing a young doctor walking towards him, he smiled, rising up from the chair to shake his hand.

"You must be his father. I'm Dr Robb," the doctor said warmly. "I'm from the paediatric department, specialising in oncology. Did the Dr tell you he wanted to admit Spencer?"

"Yes he did," Dave affirmed.

"Ok, we're going to take him up there now, and once he's awake, which...should be soon judging from the doses of these drugs, we want to get an MRI, see if we can't find out what's going on," Robb explained.

"Just do whatever you have to do. I hate seeing him in this much pain"

Laying completely motionless on his stomach with his head turned to the side, Spencer closed his eyes as the MRI machine whirred around him.

"Just stay nice and still buddy, not much longer now," the MRI technician said through the microphone.

Watching from the other side of the protective glass, Dave had his arms folded across his chest as he thought about how spencer's pain might finally ease.

A gentle Buzz came from the phone inside his pocket. It was aaron.

"Hey" he answered

"Hey , any news?" Aaron asked.

"No, nothing yet they've taken him for an MRI and they've pumped him full of enough drugs to sleep through to next tuesday" he joked, making light of their gloomy situation.

"Thats good, yeah" He replied.

"Hey, what you thinking about?" dave asked tentatively.

"How I should have done this earlier. How I should've noticed ages ago that he wasn't well, but I was too detached to care about my other children," Aaron murmured.

"Do not blame yourself for this. We didn't realise just how bad it was until tonight. You did everything you could given the situation"

"Hopefully this is all over in a few days," Dave said softly, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall.

Aaron smiled. "It will be. It's all going to work out"

It was nearly 11pm when Dr Robb came back to find Dave and Spencer.

Approaching the bed in which his patient was sleeping, he looked down at the file in his father was beside the bed in the recliner, looking to be starting to fall asleep.

"Mr Rossi?" he asked softly as he reached them.

Dave sat up a little straighter. he'd just been starting to doze off, but now he was wide awake.

"Doctor Robb," he said simply, standing up from the chair.

"I have Spencer's test results. Normally we would wait until morning...but I felt it was important you know right away"

Dave's stomach dropped as he realised that maybe the symptoms were the calling card for something more serious.

"How about we go out to the family room down the hallway so we don't disturb Spencer's rest?" Dr Robb suggested gently.

Dave swallowed thickly, nodding before turning around to grab his jacket. Pulling it on as he followed Dr Robb out of the ward and into the hallway, he started mentally preparing herself for what he was about to hear.

By the time they reached the family room and had each taken a seat, Dave was having a hard time stopping his hands from shaking.

"Mr Rossi...as you know, we did multiple tests to try and find out what was going on in spencers body. We did the blood test to test for meningitis, as well as a urine sample. We haven't got those results back yet, but we no longer need them because we have the results of the other blood tests we did-"

Reaching out, Dave closed his hand around the doctor's wrist, cutting him off. "Please...just tell me what it is"

Looking into the desperate eyes of a father who feared for his child, Dr Robb took a deep breath and swallowed thickly to try and clear his throat so he could speak.

Taking one last breath, he glanced down at his lap, before looking back up into Dave's eyes.

"Mr Rossi...your son has leukaemia"