Disclaimer: As in Chap. 1

AN: Thanks for all the reviews. Keep them coming, please…

Okinawa Naval Hospital

Okinawa, Japan

12 hrs later

"Where do you think you're going, mister?" Mac asked as Matt slowly began to stand up.

"Mom, I want to see Trey. I'm fine." He insisted.

"Yeah, and I'm the President of United States. You go right back to your bed, mister!" She ordered.

"Please, Mom?" Matt used his best puppy eyes.

Mac sighed, knowing she'd already lost this battle. "All right. Ten minutes. After that, your duty station is here in bed!"

"Okay!" His face brightened, much like a little boy seeing his presents on Christmas morning, and he started to get to his feet.

"Wait! Who said you can walk there by yourself? I'm going to get you a wheelchair."

"MOM! I'm perfectly capable of walking to Trey's room."

"Don't 'Mom' me, young man. You can go in a wheelchair, or you can forget the whole trip."

"Okay, okay."

Mac gave him a warning look before getting two nurses and a wheelchair.

"Mom, do I have to?" Matt tried again, but after getting Mac's 'Don't mess with a Marine' glare, he quietly complied and moved to wheelchair.

"Dad! Help me please!" Matt nearly shouted when he spotted Harm.

"What happened? You ok?" His father began to panic.

"Relax flyboy. Your son is okay, just being a little stubborn." Mac smiled reassuringly at him.

"Dad, Mom wants me in a wheelchair. I don't want to push a chair around like this." Matt whined.

Harm smirked at his son. "Don't listen to your mom."

"HARM! He is still weak..." Mac protested as Harm dismissed the nurse.

"Thanks, Dad." Matt grinned and started to stand up, but Harm pushed him back down.

"You don't have to push a chair around, son. *I'll* push it for you." Harm smirked even more at his own cleverness while Mac couldn't resist chuckling a little.

Matt groaned. "Geez...thanks, dad! And here I thought you were on my side. How naïve can I be?"

"Sorry, son, it's for your good and honestly, you don't want to mess with a Marine...especially this one. Not when she's already ordered you to do something. Ready? Off we go!" Harm pushed him out, grinning broadly, as Matt sulked.

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Okinawa Naval Hospital

Trey's Room

As Harm, Mac, and Matt entered the room, they suddenly become sober, the banter earlier forgotten.

"Trey, you awake?" Matt whispered.

Trey slowly turned his head toward the guests.

"Hey, buddy." Matt smiled as he pushed himself closer to his brother's bed, surprised to see that Trey was still hooked to a breathing machine.

Trey blinked, squeezing Matt's hand while Mac bit her lower lip to stop the tears that threatened and Harm stood still with his usual tough façade.

"That quite a stunt you pull back there, Trey. You shouldn't have done that." Matt said softly, and Trey squeezed his hand slightly. "We could have lost you again in OR (A/N: Operation Room) that day. You do realize that, don't you?"

Before Trey could try to respond, there was a knock on the door, and Captain Fox walked in, smiling warmly. "I see everybody is here. How are you, Lieutenant? I've got good news for you. I'm going to remove your breathing tube, considering that I'm sure you'll do fine on your own now."

Behind the Captain was a nurse who, with the Captain, walked over to the bed. Matt and his parents moved silently away to give them room to work.

"All right, I want you to blow out as I pull the tube. On count of 3. 1...2...3."

Trey blew, and Captain Fox deftly pulled the tube out causing Trey to cough violently for a few moments before he fell weakly back to his pillow. He managed to turn his head toward Matt and he smiled slightly. "Hey, Jonas..." Turning his eyes to his parents, he stared at them for a minute, memorizing their features. "Hi, Mom...Hi, Dad."

A few tears slipped joyfully down Mac's cheek as she grinned at him, and Harm managed to smirk without any of his own tears escaping.

Before long, Trey was asleep again, and Matt's time was up. Harm gently put his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Come on, son. You need your rest, too. Let's get you back to your room."

He silently nodded, letting his father wheel him to the hallway with his mother trailing behind.

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Same time, almost the same place

The other side of the hallway

Elaine Rabb pulled two cranky boys with her as she held her youngest tightly in her arms. "Where is Clay anyway? He better show up soon enough or else..." She trailed off angrily.

"Mommy, I'm tired. Where are Uncle Clay and Grandpa?" Little Harm wailed.

"I'm tired, too." Andrew dragged his feet.

"I know. I know. Why don't you sit over here on these chairs while I go ask the nurse if she knows where Uncle Clay, or at least your grandpa, is." She guided the boys to a nearby row of chairs then made her way to the nurses' station, Baby Eliza still held close to her.

"I can't believe Clay! He *said* he was going to wait for me in the front hall. Let's just hope the nurse knows who I'm talking about." Elaine muttered as she walked.

Meanwhile, Little Harm and Andrew sat, ready to doze off any second. 12 hours straight in a plane was exhausting to them, but all of a sudden, young Andrew caught a glance of Harm. Without warning, the youngster charged toward Harm.

"Grandpa!!!" Andrew ran full-speed toward the little group at the end of the hall.

"Andrew, get back here!" Little Harm raced after, wanting to make sure his brother didn't get in trouble.

However, the little boy froze when he finally saw who was in the wheelchair, although Andrew wrapped himself around Harm's leg, oblivious to the fact that his father sat next to him.

Elaine had been talking to the nurse when she suddenly heard the commotion. "Boys! Stop it. We are in hospital." She rubbed her eyes wearily and turned to chastise them.

She froze when she realized who was with them.

TBC...

AN: What do you guys think so far?