AN: It's been a really long time since I even glanced at this story. But people are still interested since I'm still getting reviews. (Thanks Allegra, you're awesome!) Here's a little update and I promise that I'll try and give all the great, patient, readers some closure. I know it's short, but it's just a snack for now.

Andy visits his son every day while he is in the hospital. He goes once in the morning and once in the afternoon. He is more worried after every visit to the hospital.

Ephram, involved in group therapy and intense one on one counseling, seems to fade. A week after his hospitalization, Andy finds him still in bed when he comes to visit in the afternoon.

Ephram is pale and his room is dark from the closed curtains. His eyes are dull and glazed from his medication.

"Ephram. How's it going today?" Andy asks, instantly worried that his son didn't come to the visiting area to see him. He tries to keep his voice even. The nurses told him that Ephram was too tired to get up.

Ephram shrugs indifferently. His eyelids are drooping. "I'm tired."

"Tired? From what?"

"They're fucking with my meds again. Instead of the speedy stuff, they're trying the spacy, drowsy stuff again," Ephram replies. "They either want my brain working so fast that I don't have time to think about her or they want me so numb and out of it that I don't remember my own name…"

Andy starts to get up to go ask the nurse but Ephram waves his hand, stopping him.

"Wait. Don't bother them. They're trying everything," He mutters. He looks frail and Andy is chilled.

"Ephram…I've been trying to give you time but…"

"I don't see her as much, Dad," Ephram sighs. "I'm trying…"

"I know you are…but you look like you're still losing weight and you're…"

"You think I'm getting worse." Ephram closes his eyes.

"I don't think you're getting better. Do you think you're getting better?" Andy asks.

Ephram looks at his father. "I don't know anymore. I mean…I still hear her…I see her sometimes, standing beside me…but she's not here now and…if these fucking drugs are keeping her away, I'll stay here…"

"I can give you the fucking drugs at home," Andy replies immediately. Ephram is startled by his father's language and smiles slightly. "What do you want to do, Ephram?"

"What do you want me to do? What do you think?" Ephram asks in reply.

Andy sits down beside his son's bed. "I don't know, Ephram…but this isn't working…it's not working for me. The drugs, we can experiment with those at home…but this place seems to be sucking the life out of you…" He tries to explain himself to Ephram.

"I can't say I like it here. It sucks. I hate it. But I don't know what else to do, I wasn't getting better at home and I can't keep putting you through this…" Ephram starts.

"Stop. It's worrying me more having you here. I want you home. Will you come home?" Andy asks.

Ephram is surprised. "You want me to come home? When I'm still all messed up?"

"God, Ephram, you're still my son. I promised you that I would do anything you needed to get you better and I meant it. That's why I'm asking you and not telling you. I think you should come home."

"Okay," Ephram responds immediately. "You don't have to ask me twice…"

"There are some things you should know first. Delia's home…"

Ephram's face lights up for a second before falling. "What did you tell her?"

"That you're sick. You're so sad that it made you sick, that's what I told her, Ephram. I didn't tell her that you see your mother because…she's not your mother…"

Ephram nods. "I know…how is she?"

"You'll find out when you get home. She misses her brother," Andy says, his spirits higher already because of his son's imminent return. "I'm going to go get the paperwork started."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?" Andy pauses.

"Thanks. For everything," Ephram says quietly.

Andy helps Ephram into the SUV and starts driving home.

"So how have you been doing, Dad?"

Andy smiles slightly. He glances at him. "Well, not so good. Delia came back a few days ago and of course, she's mad at me because I won't take her to see you." He pauses. "Your friends have been a big help, though."

"What?" Ephram asks, startled.

"Amy has been bringing dinner over at night and Bright and Colin come by every day after school to spend time with Delia."

"Are you sure that Bright's the best influence for Delia?" Ephram asks evenly. His father glances at him before realizing that his son is joking.

"He seems harmless enough," Andy grins.