"What did the doctor have to say about Jamie's condition, Francis?" The former commissioner asked his son with concern, looking nervously around the hospital room.

His grandson, who was recovering from the surgery, was hooked to a monitor monitoring his heartbeat and was breathing only with the help of a nasal cannula. His childish face was playing with various colors and his left arm was hung in a sling.

Frank took a deep breath, taking some time to think through his response.

"Well, from what the doctor has told me Jamie was quite lucky because although he was stabbed in his abdomen twice the blade has missed all the important organs as a miracle. He has got a dislocated arm as you can see. Those injuries in his face are only superficial. Thank God for that! But as for his older injuries, we will need to wait till the doctors will run some additional tests. But, given the fact that Jamie has just undergone emergency surgery, and that his other injuries are older, we will have to wait at least till Monday till the doctors will run some tests." The commissioner revealed to his father as he nervously bit his lip.

"The doctors think he might have suffered some neurological injury." The worried father added after a while.

Henry just nodded his head sadly. He knew well what it felt like when a parent was fearing for their child.

"He will be alright, Francis. He is a Reagan." Henry tried to assure his son, although he wasn't quite sure who he was trying to make feel better, whether it was Francis or him.

"I wish you were right, pop," Frank replied as he gave his baby boy another concerned look. "I wish you were right."

***BB***

"So, it really is him?" Danny asked his father again as the two men were talking in the corridor in front of Jamie's hospital room, unable to believe his ears.

The detective could see his brother lying in his bed from behind the glass wall. After all, Jamie was still in recovery at the ICU and therefore there were some restrictions regarding his visits.

"Yes, it is, Danny," the commissioner uttered with tears, reflecting relief, happiness, but also worry, glittering in his eyes.

God, their old man has been through so much ever since the day Jamie disappeared six years ago. Danny thought as he looked his father in the eyes.

"It's our Jamie!" The older man repeated full of emotions. It couldn't escape the detective that his voice was slightly shaking.

"Oh, my God," escaped Danny's lips. "I can't believe it. After all these years!" The oldest of Reagan's children shook his head, unable to believe that this all could be true.

"Yeah, I know. It's a miracle, isn't it?" The commissioner stated.

"Does Erin and Joe know about this?" Danny wanted to know. He was still processing the shock.

"They're on their way, pops called them," his father explained as he kept his eager eye on Jamie who was lifelessly lying in his hospital bed.

"So, what's gonna happen now?" The detective questioned.

"Well, they want to keep Jamie here till they run some more tests, mainly to figure out what causes his memory loss, and then, hopefully, if everything goes well, we will take him home." The commissioner revealed to his son.

"Right," the detective agreed.

Danny hesitated for a moment before he spoke again: "Ehm, dad, have you thought about the possibility that Jamie might not want to come home with you? Especially, if he won't recognize you. I mean, after all, he already ran away from the house the last time. He might try to run away again," the detective pointed out what has been on Frank's mind too.

This was troubling Frank the most. This and the cause behind Jamie's memory loss, naturally.

The worried father just sighed heavily.

"Of course I thought about that, Danny. I will naturally try talking to your brother and explain the situation to him. But other then that, I will have a patrol car watching the house just in case Jamie tries to run away again. But, Danny, one thing is for sure, he can't stay on the street, I won't let him!"

"Well, of course, he can't," the detective agreed.

"Dad!" The two men got interrupted as Erin and Joe walked hastily into the hallway.

"How is he?" Erin, who was out of breath, wanted to know immediately.

"He is sleeping now," their father explained as he gave their youngest whose head was delved in the pillow a concerned look. "He is still weak after the surgery," he revealed to his adult children.

"A surgery?" Joe questioned for their grandfather hasn't told them much when he called. Only that Jamie was found in that park next to the 1 PP and that he was taken to the hospital.

"I'm afraid your brother has suffered some internal bleeding but the doctors have fixed it," Frank repeated what he has told Henry and Danny sometime earlier that night. "What worries them more is his memory loss, so, naturally, they want to keep him here till they find what causes it." The commissioner explained.

"So, he really doesn't recognize you?" Joe worried. He could only imagine how hard it must have been on their father.

"I'm afraid not," the commissioner admitted sadly.

"Listen, why don't you all go home, get some sleep and come back in the morning. Your brother needs to sleep off the anesthesia and all those meds the doctors gave him, so he really is out of it… it really doesn't make sense for you to be here," he suggested hopefully, wanting to allow his children some pretty much needed rest.

"We're not going anywhere, dad!" Danny stated resolutely as he exchanged a brief look with his siblings. "We are all staying here!"

The commissioner just gave his children a weak smile. They were all stubborn like him. After all, they were his children.

***BB***

"This seems crazy," Danny told his brother and sister as they were all eagerly waiting in the hospital waiting room, nursing black coffee with some old good Scotch in it in their hands. "Our brother has spent God knows how long living in the street like a homeless man...," the detective shook his head, unable to understand what happened to their baby brother in those years when no one knew where he was or whether he was even alive. "I mean, that's just insane. How come the kid never came home?"

"Well, that's probably because he doesn't remember who he is, nor where he lives." Joe reminded to Danny who was nervously pacing there and back. "From what I have understood, Jamie is most likely suffering from some kind of amnesia. It might take a while before he will be able to tell us what happened to him. And that's only if he will be able to get his memory back. However, one thing is certain. Whatever happened to him was hardly good, or at least judging by the state he was in when dad found him." The young police officer pointed out.

***BB***

"Pops," Frank uttered when he noticed his father enter the room.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," Henry whispered as he came closer to the chair his son was seated in right next to Jamie.

"I'm fine," the commissioner replied automatically. He has said that so many times during the last couple years that the words have already lost their meaning.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about, after all." The tired man added, giving his father a weak smile.

"You sure?" Henry questioned as he took the seat right next to his son. "Because, if my son was found after he was missing for six years, I'm sure I wouldn't be," the former commissioner shook his head.

"Seriously, pops, I'm fine!" Frank insisted. "I'm just relieved we found him alive! That's all that matters to me right now." The dreaded father stated tiredly.

"Doesn't happen every day, does it?" Henry uttered, although his question was rather rhetorical.

"No, it doesn't," Francis agreed.