Author's Note: Because I'm an idiot, I forgot to put in the usual disclaimer above the last chapter, so insert the usual jargon about not owning the show nor the characters and not claiming to here. LOL. You could sue me, but you wouldn't get much.

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Chapter 2

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It was a well-known fact that both McCoy men hated hospitals with a passion. Not so much institutions themselves or doctors, it was a bad collection of memories that was the cause behind their loathing. Katherine McCoy, Danny's mother, had spent many of her final days in the hospital, changing the way both men viewed the establishments forever. Much like the night Katherine had passed away, Larry McCoy once again found himself in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to come back with news about Danny's condition. The tall, brown-haired man had been taken into an examination room immediately upon arrival before being taken into the operating room. According to the nurse Larry had talked to, Danny's wrist had been broken to the point where surgery was needed to help repair it. Wearily running his hand through his brown hair, the construction foreman let out a sigh.

"Larry!" a familiar voice called as running footsteps were heard. The elder McCoy barely had time to get up from his seat before Mary rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. Tears of worry were still forming in the red-haired woman's eyes and had been for quite awhile, judging by the puffiness of her face. "How is Danny? Where is he?"

"He's going to be just fine, Mary." Larry reassured, hugging the woman who had been like a daughter to him and smoothing her hair with his hand. More footsteps were heard, getting Larry's attention. Ed was running over, followed by Mike Cannon, Sam Marquez and Nessa Holt, all friends of Danny's from the Montecito.

"What happened, Mr. M.?" Mike, a bald, African American man, asked with a concerned look on his face.

"I don't know exactly." Larry replied as Mary slowly pulled away from him. "All I got out of Danny was that some guys attacked him. He's got a few broken ribs, a mild concussion, bumps and bruises all over his body, and a broken right wrist."

"Damn." Mike muttered with a shake of his head.

"Well, where is he?" a curious Sam inquired, flipping back a strand of her long, brown hair. "Can we see him?"

"He's in the operating room right now." Larry sighed, "Apparently, his wrist was almost shattered, so the doctors needed to operate to help fix it."

"Oh my God." Mary breathed, putting her hands over her mouth.

"I'll find the bastards that did this, Larry." a quiet Ed promised, stepping forward. A serious look was present in the gray-haired man's blue eyes. "I promise you that whomever is responsible for your son landing in that hospital bed will pay."

"You're damn right they will." Larry agreed before suddenly punching Ed square in the jaw. Caught off-guard, the older man fell to the floor. McCoy looked like he wanted to do more, but both Mike and Mary restrained him.

"Come on, Larry." Mary discouraged, placing herself in between Larry and Ed as Mike held McCoy back. The red-haired woman shook her head. "Not now."

"What in the hell was that for?" a puzzled Ed, getting back to his feet after checking to make sure that he wasn't bleeding and waving off Sam and Nessa's offers to help him up.

"You're as much to blame as anyone for this!" an angry Larry replied, staring back into Ed's blue eyes. "Ever since my son came to work for you, you've done nothing but help him earn enemies! Well, look where that's gotten him, Ed." McCoy's voice started to break, and he shook his head. "In a hospital bed, lucky that he was able to walk away with his life this time."

"Larry." a comforting Mary said as the older man suddenly turned away from the group. She gently put her hands on his shoulder as sobs were heard escaping him.

Having a child himself, Ed could sympathize with what Larry had to be going through. He knew that concern about Danny's health and his safety in the future had to be filling the elder McCoy as well as sadness for what his son had already gone through. The gray-haired man knew that that's how he would feel if something like this had happened to Delinda, but realized that the situations were not exactly the same. After all, Ed still had both his wife and child whereas Larry only had Danny left.

A balding doctor around Ed's age suddenly emerged from the back and looked around at the waiting room. All of the people in the general area stopped their various activities and conversations to listen to what he had to say.

"Larry McCoy?" he called out, looking around the room curiously.

"That's me." Larry replied, snapping out of his thoughts and raising his hand. He dabbed away a remaining tear of worry as the kindly doctor walked over.

"Hi." the man introduced, offering his hand. "I'm Dr. Tom Hagen, your son's attending physician." He nodded at the collected group behind Larry. "More family?"

"Close friends." Larry corrected, shaking the man's hand. "How is he, doctor?"

"Out of surgery and I expect him to make a full recovery." Dr. Hagen replied, which brought obvious relief to everyone. "He's also awake and has been officially moved into a room." He quickly checked the clipboard in his hands, knowing that he was forgetting something. "However, the minute he woke up, he started asking to see an Ed Deline. Do you know where I can find him?"
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"What's the status on our cargo?" a curious Professor asked, tearing his eyes away from the white clouds that were passing by the private jet's window.

"The girl was starting to stir, so we gave her more sedative." one of his men replied, straightening up as he reported to his boss. "Other than that, both Deline women are just fine."

"Good." the Professor nodded, twirling an unlit cigar around in his fingers. "Make sure that they stay that way. I don't want them injured in any way." The man nodded in response. "What did our contact in Vegas have to report?"

"McCoy was found and taken to a hospital." the man reported, "Deline and some of the others are there now, visiting him." He shook his head. "They appear to be unaware of what else has happened."

"Well, that won't do at all." the smiling Professor replied, suddenly holding the cigar in place. "I suspect that Jillian and Delinda will be very disappointed if Big Ed doesn't ride to their rescue." He waved his flunky off. "Order our men in Vegas to drop the hint."

"Yes, sir." the man replied, running off.

To be continued...