"Mr. Cohen?"

Sandy jumped up from where he was sitting, rushing over to where the doctor was standing.

"Is he ok?" he blurted out.

"He's going to be fine…"

Sandy breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like jumping for joy, but was too emotionally drained to do so. He was just so glad that he was ok.

"Your son suffered what we call alcohol poisoning. We had to pump his stomach, but he has regained consciousness."

Sandy nodded eagerly, without really letting the doctor's words sink in. Alcohol poisoning? Alcohol poisoning? Oh my God…

"But…the doctor checked him out last night. He said that he would be fine to sleep it off." Sandy said confused.

"Can you give me the doctor's number? I'll need to speak to him…"

Sandy searched through his wallet, his hands shaking a little.

"Can I see him now?" he asked, handing the doctor the card.

"Um, not right now. A nurse will come and get you when you are allowed in."

Sandy nodded, rubbing his hand over his face.

As the doctor left, Sandy took out his cell phone, dialing his home number.

Ryan sat in the same spot, still watching the sleeping Kirsten. She'd stopped sweating, but her face still looked pale. What was taking so bloody long? Sandy said he'd call when he knew anything. It had been over an hour already. The sound of the phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. He lunged for the phone.

"Hello?" he said breathlessly, walking out of the room with the phone.

"Ryan. It's Sandy…"

"What's going on? Is he ok?"

"The doctor said he's going to be fine. He had a bad case of alcohol poisoning…so they pumped his stomach…but that's all I know right now."

Ryan closed his eyes, silently thanking whoever it was up there that had saved Seth.

"Are you still there?" Sandy asked when Ryan stopped talking.

"Um yeah…I thought the doctor checked him out last night though?"

"Yeah well so did I. How's Kirsten?" he added quickly, ashamed that he had forgotten his wife had fainted before he left.

"Um, she's still out of it. But don't worry; I'm taking care of her."

"Ok. I'll call you again later."

"Ok. Bye."

Ryan hung up, letting out a long sigh of relief. He walked back to the bedroom, a little startled to see Kirsten now sitting up.

"Who was on the phone?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes. She had heard bits of the conversation, but it hadn't made much sense to her.

"Uh, that was Sandy…"

"Oh my God…SETH?" she said loudly, jumping off the bed. Everything had just come flooding back to her. She couldn't work out why she had been sleeping…unless it was actually all a horrible dream. She took Ryan by the shoulders, shaking him a little.

"Is he alive?" she asked weakly.

Ryan nodded, looking into her eyes.

"Sandy said he's going to be fine…"

Kirsten let out a long breath, biting her bottom lip. Hugging Ryan tightly, she felt tears fall from her eyes again. Although at the moment, they were tears of joy.

"We should get to the hospital" she said, grabbing her shoes.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright though? You've been out of it for a good hour?" Ryan asked concerned.

"I'm fine. We should be at the hospital" she said sternly.

Ryan nodded again, heading down the stairs. He ducked down into Seth's room, still intrigued by his alcohol poisoning. He scanned his room, not really seeing anything unusual. He headed around the other side of his bed, almost tripping over something on the floor. Bending down, he found the empty bottles.

"That might explain it" he said aloud, cross that no one had realized yet again.

"Explain what?" Kirsten asked, hearing Ryan's comment.

Ryan looked up from Seth's bedroom floor, unsure whether he should mention it.

"Ryan…what is it?" she asked, walking a little closer, her voice shaking.

Oh what the hell! She was going to find out sooner or later. He held up the empty bottles he had found, keeping his eyes focused on Kirsten. He watched her eyes fall, and her face glaze over.

"We should get to the hospital" she said, gulping back the lump in her throat.

"I'll drive" Ryan offered.

She held out the keys to him, and he took them off her. As their hands met, he gripped hers tightly.

"It's going to be alright. I know it is."