The group of marshals silently entered the hospital once more and headed for the elevator. Noah closed his eyes as Cosmo angrily hit the up button. Noah didn't feel 'Vannah's comforting touch on his shoulder, didn't feel anything except.... His mind automatically flashed back to the basement, to holding Catherine and trying to comfort her. There had to have been something, something that he missed somehow. His eyes began to sting. If anything happened to Catherine, it was his fault. He had never really had a mama before, hadn't really thought that it mattered but.... It felt good, being part of a family. It couldn't end this way, it couldn't. He wouldn't let it.
Cosmo led the group off of the elevator, heading back towards Catherine's room, all senses alert, taking in every detail. He closed his eyes briefly as he noticed the look of sympathy that the nurse at the desk was giving them. Were they too late? No, no, no. If Catherine died, it was his fault. How could he have done what he did, yelling, upsetting her? Even with understandable doubts, anyone with half a brain would know better than to start a fight next to someone's sickbed! If they lost her, if Sam lost her....
"Sam?" Noah said quietly when he spotted the figure of their leader slumped against the wall across from Catherine's room, staring through the door at what was going on within with an expression of total hopelessness.
"Sammy, what's going on?" Cosmo asked quietly as they approached, having to hug the wall to keep out of the way of the rushing medical personnel.
"Brushed her hair for her," Sam whispered, a kind of numb, disbelieving tone in his voice. "She hated having it messed up." The last thing he had done for her was to brush her hair. He closed his eyes for a moment. She had known what he was doing, he was sure of that. That brought a tiny bit of comfort. She knew he had been there, caring for her.
"Dad, let's get out of the way here, okay?" Noah said gently, taking Sam's arm. He glanced over into Catherine's room as he talked. Couldn't even see her with all of the people swarming around her, frantically working. Watching that couldn't be good for Sam. He reached out, hugging the older marshal close, slightly surprised that he didn't resist the embrace. Noah silently sent up a frantic prayer. 'Please let her be okay!'
"'Dad'?!?" Bobby murmured, staring at Noah and Sam in shock. "Aw, ain't that sweet!"
"Shut up, Biggs." 'Vannah whispered, as Cosmo glared. They had enough to worry about without Bobby's wisecracks. What in the world was happening to Catherine?
Just then, they heard more footsteps coming down the hall, not the steps of the medical personnel but more familiar.
"Aw, no," Frank Henry muttered as he saw the group huddled together outside of the room. They had rushed right to the hospital from the airport but.... Too late, were they too late? They couldn't be. Kimble had ideas, plenty of them, about how to help Catherine. They couldn't be too late! "Cosmo?" he called.
"What happened?" Richard Kimble finished for him, moving past Frank to the group by the door. If there was any chance that Catherine was still savable, speed was critical.
"We don't know," Cosmo said with a shake of his head and a concerned glance over at Sam's blank face before turning to look into Catherine's room. "We just got here. Could you...."
"I'll see what I can do," Kimble said , sizing up their situation in a glance as he turned and hurried into the hospital room. As a vascular surgeon, what he could do in a situation like this was limited, but he was damned well going to try.
Jane slowly approached the huddled marshals as Kimble moved away, knowing the best thing for her to do at the moment was to comfort her cousin and his friends. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. Way, way too close to what happened with Noah. "C..." She started to call her cousin's name when she suddenly noticed something, the man standing with Sam, embracing him. "N.... Noah?" she squeaked, her voice high with shock. What in the world was going on?