Surveying The Damage

Hey there everyone this is a little update – very short chapter – to let you all know that yes I am alive and yes this story is still on the go.

I have some time off this week for a holiday so maybe – just maybe – you'll be seeing a longer more in-depth chapter of this story. No promises but it may go up tomorrow if you haven't all abandoned me!

Big huge shout out to Swenglish who encouraged me to trudge on with this story. Anyone who hasn't read her amazing stories go check them out right now!

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"Kirsten I don't care what she thought she was doing I want her charged. You heard her confess…she gave our son drugs."

"I know that Sandy and I'm not defending her but I think we're all to upset to make a huge decision like this. She's a child Sandy and she made a mistake…"

"A mistake…she knowingly harmed our son…he could suffer permanent damage. I'm sorry Kirsten but I'm sticking to my guns. I want her charged."

With that Kirsten turned and clicked her way back down the hall, upon entering the waiting room she took her sons hand and shook her head slightly.

Looking straight on toward the old battered couch she cleared her throat, "Did you get hold of your Mom?"

Marissa continued to stare straight down at the floor, tears falling, hands clenched.

"I called Ju…Mrs. Cooper. She said she'd be down as soon as possible. She didn't want the cops talking to Marissa before she did." Luke paused and look up at Kirsten through his bangs, "She…she asked why…why Mr. Cohen hadn't stepped in." He drew his eyes away from her and walked over to the water cooler.

"Maybe…I think…" This time Marissa looked up at her, eyes pleading silently, Kirsten took a deep breath and gripped Seth's hand harder, "I think it would be best if you left."

Marissa drew breath shuddering as it was released, quicker than anyone expected she stood and charged toward the door. Her eyes were blurry from another round of tears; she didn't want to look up to see the disappointment and hatred in their eyes that she ran straight into Sandy.

With no trace of emotion Sandy took a step back, allowing her to run down the corridor tears now freely flowing. He watched her flee for a moment trying desperately to quell the feeling of guilt, it was more important that she be suitably punished for her part in his son's condition.

Turning to face the group he could tell that they too had mixed emotions about her part in the nights events.

"Kirsten the doctor said that we could see Ryan."

All the heads in the room spun round to his, "They're just getting him settled in, we can only go in for a few minutes. Dr. Fleming wants to talk about his treatments then we'll spend the night."

Kirsten reached out for his hand and the two left the room in silence, on hearing a slight shuffling from behind the turned.

"Sorry kid but it's just the two of us for now. I know it's hard but its only parents allowed in intensive care." Sandy ran a hand over Seth's shoulder, swept the hair from his forehead and kissed him tenderly, ushering him into the room once again.

Wrapping his arm around his wife Sandy lead them off down the corridor going to see what damage had been done to their son.