A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait! I had everything planned out and this and the next chapter written then I realized I couldn't stand all the major jumps I had in it so I began to rewrite. That's where my major excuses come in, where I was only working twice a week, I began to work every day. Add classes and homework, my other stories and more I realized I hadn't even looked at this fic in forever. So again I am very sorry and don't worry, even is up dating slows down, this fic will be finished.  - Lauren
Chapter 10

"Are you ready?" Dr. Abbot asked Ephram as he help him into a wheelchair. Ephram looked around his hospital room one last time before he nodded, but winced his head still hurt, it always seemed to these days.

"Yeah. Thank you for taking me." Ephram whispered. He was still having trouble believing his father was in a coma in some other hospital.

"Your welcome, now I have talked to your grandparents in New York and they are planning a visit next week do be prepared. It was the only way I could keep you here in Everwood and not send you off to New York where you wouldn't be able to visit you father." Andy explained.

"Thanks."

"Enough with the thank yous. Now we are going to stop by McDonalds grab something to eat then you can go see your father. If done right we will be home by dinner." Andy said wheeling Ephram out of the hospital, Amy and Bright and Delia who refused to say a word, were waiting inside the SUV. After helping Ephram into the car they silently drove off to McDonalds then to the hospital Andy was currently in.

Ephram's stomach turned as he was wheeled closer and closer to his fathers' room. Delia who was holding his hand kept squeezing harder and harder.

"It will be okay." Ephram whispered to her. She only nodded.

They were there. Ephram wanted to wait outside the door for awhile but Bright opened the door and he was pushed in. With the exception of the small dressing on his head, their father looked to just be sleeping. Delia began to cry and crawled up on to the bed and began to cry. Ephram took their fathers hand. Neither noticed the Abbots step out of the room to give them privacy.

"Don't worry, Delia, he'll wake up." Ephram whispered. "Please wake up."