Title: Un-Forgotten

Author: HAPPYBUNNY13

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing and mild violence in later chapters)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Early Edition and never ever will. Got it?

Summary: Bostwick (Samuel Bostwick) is back and Gary is in danger.

Note: I'm working.

Un-Forgotten

Chapter Six: The Hospital

"Give up for a second and that is where you will finish."

He remembered the ambulance ride and the emergency room, but everything after that was a blur. Eventually, Gary gave into exhaustion and fell asleep.

!&!&!&

"When are they gonna tell us anything?" Hazel asked impatiently for the fourth time.

"Whenever they know," replied Marissa with a sigh. "Whenever they know."

"Maybe you should get your head checked out," suggested Crumb. "You took a pretty bad blow to it."

"I'm fine," said Hazel. "I've survived worse things." They could tell that was the end of the conversation.

Marissa thought back to the house. She hadn't seen Gary, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was far from okay. Marissa hated to think about it, but Gary had sounded defeated. He sounded worried, angry, and scared when Bostwick was in the room, but afterwards, it had sounded like he was just giving up. Marissa had no idea what Bostwick had done to Gary, but she wanted him to pay for it.

"That bastard had better pay," Marissa muttered to herself. She wasn't aware she had said it aloud.

Crumb and Hazel both looked toward the woman slightly surprised by her words.

!&!&!&

"Who is here for Gary Hobson?" asked a man holding a clipboard as he walked into the room.

"We are," said Marissa as the trio got to their feet.

The doctor walked over to them and extended his hand to Marissa. "I'm Doctor Martin Wolf."

"Nice to meet you," said Marissa. "Tell us, how is he?"

"He's going to be fine," said Dr. Wolf. "Ten stitches were enough to close the cut on his stomach. He's got two bruised ribs, and quite a few other bruises, but they'll be gone in about a week. He's got a fever, but it's going down. With a couple weeks rest, he'll be fine."

"Can we see him?" asked Hazel.

"Sure," replied the doctor. "He's in 318. It's on the fourth floor right past the nurses' station. He may be a little drowsy from what we gave him to fight the fever though."

"Thank you," said Marissa.

"You're welcome," replied Dr. Wolf.

They walked down to the elevators which were down the hall and rode it to the second floor. The fourth floor was quiet compared to the floor they were just on. There was a nurse on duty behind the station, but other than that the floor was practically deserted.

"Where is everybody?" Crumb asked as he looked around the floor.

"Maybe this is the slow shift," replied Hazel. They walked a little farther down the hall. "Here it is."

Marissa felt for the doorknob and walked into the room. Hazel was about to follow when Crumb grabbed her arm. "I have to talk to you," he said quickly.

"What?" asked Hazel turning to face him.

"What did McCain mean when he said he hadn't let his partner die?" asked Crumb.

Hazel looked at the floor and then at the ceiling. Anywhere to avoid looking Crumb in the eyes.

"You told me he's dead," said Crumb, "and you told me Frederick Bostwick killed him. What happened?"

"Back in '95," said Hazel, "My partner and I were working on the Bostwick case. He gave me orders to wait for backup and I didn't want to, but I had to. I didn't really have a choice. Bostwick shot my partner and was able to because I failed him, and if you don't mind, it's not exactly a subject I like to talk about."

Hazel walked into Gary's hospital room.

"He's asleep," said Marissa hearing Hazel walk into the room. Hazel looked at Gary and saw his pale face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. He had an IV and there were a few bruises on his arm.

"Do you want to wake him up?" asked Hazel torn between both choices.

Marissa shook her head. "Let him sleep," replied Marissa. "We can talk to him later."

Hazel nodded and went to sit down in a chair in the corner of the room. Marissa already had the one by the bed.

!&!&!&

The world was slowly coming back to Gary. He heard noises first. Some people talking in the hallway and a TV going somewhere. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Marissa sitting in the chair by his bed. Hey eyes were closed and it was obvious she was asleep.

He looked around at his surroundings and saw the plain white walls of a hospital room. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. He had been afraid everything earlier had been a dream and he was going to wake up in the abandoned building.

"What about Hazel?!" Gary thought to himself as he remembered the scene from earlier.

He was about to wake Marissa and ask her when Hazel walked into the room carrying a cup of coffee.

"Glad to see you're awake," said Hazel quietly with a smile. She walked around the bed and pulled her chair over to the other side.

"What happened?" he asked. His voice was hoarse. "What happened to Bostwick?"

"Um....," said Hazel, "McCain, he's an agent the FBI sent, arrested him. They're holding him in Chicago overnight and then he's being transferred back to the medical clinic. He'll stand trial, eventually."

Gary nodded and closed his eyes. "You okay?" asked Hazel. Gary shook his head.

"Three people died because of me," said Gary sadly.

"What?" said Hazel giving Gary an odd look. "What are you talking about?"

Gary gave no response. He simply shook his head again and looked away from Hazel. He saw that Marissa was now awake and he knew she had heard the conversation.

"What happened there, Gary?" asked Marissa anxiously.

"I can't talk about this," said Gary sadly. "Please leave."

"But--," said Hazel.

"Please," said Gary.

Marissa and Hazel rose from their seats and walked over to the door. Hazel looked once more back at Gary and saw that he was staring blankly out the window. "Is he gonna be okay?" Hazel asked Marissa quietly as they walked out into the hall.

"I don't know," said Marissa. "We have to know what happened there." There was a pause and then Marissa continued. "I plan finding out."

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