Hook looked up as Louis entered, a bit disappointed when he saw
that it wasn't Chris but at the same time a bit pleased for Elmer's sake.
Maybe Louis could do something to comfort his son.
"How is she?" Louis asked quietly as he looked over at Lona.
Elmer was so engrossed in gently bathing her hands and neck with cool water that he hadn't even noticed his father's entrance. Louis closed his eyes for a moment, not able to take seeing Elmer doing that, knowing that it might all be for nothing once Hook saw the living will. How could he do this to his son?
"No change. I'm still doing the EEG to keep an eye on her with the fever. Nothing seems to be touching that thing." Hook said with a sigh.
"Has the EEG shown anything?" Louis asked. If Hook said the EEG was fine, then wouldn't that mean he would be justified in not telling him about the living will? No need to bring up something that wasn't necessary, after all.
"I can't really tell. If you want to, you can take a look." Hook told him. "Some areas have almost no activity going on and then others,
it's almost like she's spiking seizures or something now."
"Seizures?"
"She's on something to try to control it if that's the case but the drugs are just slowing the activity down in the other areas, not in the ones we want." Hook shook his head as he looked over at Lona. He didn't want to seem negative, especially after what he had seen happen with Peter Rickman but.... Whatever had saved Peter, it looked like Lona might need a double dose of it if she was going to recover.
Louis was silent for a moment as he looked over at Lona and Elmer.
How could he do this, knowing it would likely lead to his son's heart being broken and yet at the same time, how could he not honor his friend's last wishes. "There's something that you need to see." Louis said quietly,
handing Hook the papers before he could change his mind. Then he headed over to join his son at Lona's side.
"Dad?" Elmer looked up at his father with hope sparking in his eyes. "Have you found out anything?"
"Not yet." Louis couldn't bring himself to tell Elmer about the living will, that these might be his last hours with Lona. Better if it was to let Elmer spend them peacefully, not panicking at the thought he was losing her. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm scared." Elmer hated to admit it, sure that his father would see it as a sign of total weakness but.... "If she would just open her eyes or something. You don't think she's in pain or anything, do you?"
The notion that Lona might be hurting was really concerning for him. He couldn't stand that thought.
"I'm sure Hook's given her something." Louis said quietly as he reached out and felt his son's forehead. Even through the protective suit he could feel that the fever was the same. It hadn't increased, though.
Was that a good sign, possibly?
Elmer nodded. He wished his dad would stop looking so concerned for him. Lona was the one who needed all of their attention, after all.
He was sure that all he had was the sniffles. After all, he didn't feel sick. The fever had to be from the sniffles.
Louis was barely able to hold it together as he looked at his son.
Did Lona know how much that boy actually loved her? Would it have made a difference if she had known? He liked to think it might have. Louis reached out, snagging a chair and pulling it over next to Elmer. He knew he needed to be out there helping to try to find a treatment for this thing but at the same time, he desperately wanted this time with his son.
"Elmer?"
"You ought to talk to Sonny, see if he can run a hookup from the lab to Lona's laptop when she's feeling better." Elmer looked over at his father for a moment before focusing on Lona again. He wasn't going to let himself think about anything besides Lona's recovery. "You know we're never going to be able to keep her in bed unless she has her research to study."
"We'll worry about that later." Louis said, barely able to hold tears back at his son's words. How was he going to break this to Elmer?
"Listen, why don't you try talking to Lona for a little while? Let her know how much you love her." Would that comfort Elmer somehow, to know that he had at least been able to tell Lona how he felt before she died?
Louis stood, not able to stand it anymore, sitting there listening to Elmer talk about Lona recovering when he knew.... "I'm going to go and see if Chris needs any help, okay? I'll be back later."
"Louis?" Hook approached the older doctor as he headed for the door.
"Not now, Hook." Louis said quietly. "I know I need to talk to you about that but just not now." He shook his head as he moved past Hook and out of the room, tears starting to flow as soon as he exited. What had he done?
Maybe Louis could do something to comfort his son.
"How is she?" Louis asked quietly as he looked over at Lona.
Elmer was so engrossed in gently bathing her hands and neck with cool water that he hadn't even noticed his father's entrance. Louis closed his eyes for a moment, not able to take seeing Elmer doing that, knowing that it might all be for nothing once Hook saw the living will. How could he do this to his son?
"No change. I'm still doing the EEG to keep an eye on her with the fever. Nothing seems to be touching that thing." Hook said with a sigh.
"Has the EEG shown anything?" Louis asked. If Hook said the EEG was fine, then wouldn't that mean he would be justified in not telling him about the living will? No need to bring up something that wasn't necessary, after all.
"I can't really tell. If you want to, you can take a look." Hook told him. "Some areas have almost no activity going on and then others,
it's almost like she's spiking seizures or something now."
"Seizures?"
"She's on something to try to control it if that's the case but the drugs are just slowing the activity down in the other areas, not in the ones we want." Hook shook his head as he looked over at Lona. He didn't want to seem negative, especially after what he had seen happen with Peter Rickman but.... Whatever had saved Peter, it looked like Lona might need a double dose of it if she was going to recover.
Louis was silent for a moment as he looked over at Lona and Elmer.
How could he do this, knowing it would likely lead to his son's heart being broken and yet at the same time, how could he not honor his friend's last wishes. "There's something that you need to see." Louis said quietly,
handing Hook the papers before he could change his mind. Then he headed over to join his son at Lona's side.
"Dad?" Elmer looked up at his father with hope sparking in his eyes. "Have you found out anything?"
"Not yet." Louis couldn't bring himself to tell Elmer about the living will, that these might be his last hours with Lona. Better if it was to let Elmer spend them peacefully, not panicking at the thought he was losing her. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm scared." Elmer hated to admit it, sure that his father would see it as a sign of total weakness but.... "If she would just open her eyes or something. You don't think she's in pain or anything, do you?"
The notion that Lona might be hurting was really concerning for him. He couldn't stand that thought.
"I'm sure Hook's given her something." Louis said quietly as he reached out and felt his son's forehead. Even through the protective suit he could feel that the fever was the same. It hadn't increased, though.
Was that a good sign, possibly?
Elmer nodded. He wished his dad would stop looking so concerned for him. Lona was the one who needed all of their attention, after all.
He was sure that all he had was the sniffles. After all, he didn't feel sick. The fever had to be from the sniffles.
Louis was barely able to hold it together as he looked at his son.
Did Lona know how much that boy actually loved her? Would it have made a difference if she had known? He liked to think it might have. Louis reached out, snagging a chair and pulling it over next to Elmer. He knew he needed to be out there helping to try to find a treatment for this thing but at the same time, he desperately wanted this time with his son.
"Elmer?"
"You ought to talk to Sonny, see if he can run a hookup from the lab to Lona's laptop when she's feeling better." Elmer looked over at his father for a moment before focusing on Lona again. He wasn't going to let himself think about anything besides Lona's recovery. "You know we're never going to be able to keep her in bed unless she has her research to study."
"We'll worry about that later." Louis said, barely able to hold tears back at his son's words. How was he going to break this to Elmer?
"Listen, why don't you try talking to Lona for a little while? Let her know how much you love her." Would that comfort Elmer somehow, to know that he had at least been able to tell Lona how he felt before she died?
Louis stood, not able to stand it anymore, sitting there listening to Elmer talk about Lona recovering when he knew.... "I'm going to go and see if Chris needs any help, okay? I'll be back later."
"Louis?" Hook approached the older doctor as he headed for the door.
"Not now, Hook." Louis said quietly. "I know I need to talk to you about that but just not now." He shook his head as he moved past Hook and out of the room, tears starting to flow as soon as he exited. What had he done?