Authors note, Ok, so I am moving this along. Had a few ideas. Kinda. So review with suggestions. Like it, hate it, punctuation sucks. Anything is helpful. Enjoy. I had to move it along a little. For healing time and all that.
Almost a year later……
Sanderson watched the Doctor shine the flashlight in his son's eye and tried his best not to say a word.
After all, the Doctor knew what he was doing. Or so Sanderson told himself over and over again while Diana was off getting pictures of his son's skull while all the other children were in the nurse's lounge.
The bruise on Jordan's head bothered him in more ways then one. Not just because it was his son. But he was supposed to be watching Jordan. Which was how they ended up in the E.R. while Diana was at work.
The Doctor shone the light in Jordan's other eye, asking Sanderson, "How long was he unconscious?"
Sanderson stood up straight, from his spot against the wall. "About a few minutes. Once I heard him fall off the roof I ran outside."
The Doctor nodded, "What did he land on?"
"Snow," Sanderson told him.
Jordan was unusually quiet, due to painkillers for the concussion he had received from his trip off the roof on the sled. A common childhood accident.
The middle aged Doctor stood and put the mini light in his typical white jacket, he looked to Sanderson, "I want to see the scans before I make any decisions. I still would like to keep him in for the night. For observation."
Sanderson nodded, "Can I?"
The Doctor nodded, he walked across the room to the sink where the medical chart was. Sanderson went to his son who was a galaxy away. His eyes heavily dilated. It took a moment for Jordan to recognize his dad, and another for him to smile, "Hii Daaaaad."
Sanderson ran a hand over his son's wrist, "How do you feel?"
Jordan laughed silently, "Everything is moving!"
Knowing what his son was feeling Sanderson remained silent, he looked at the nasty bruise that would take weeks to heal.
Then the door opened.
Both men looked up as Diana came in with the films. She gave Jordan's foot an assuring squeeze, then went to the light box on the wall and shoved the films in the two boxes. Showing pictures of Jordan's Skull.
For a moment Sanderson swore he saw the Doctor check Diana out, but when the Doctor looked over the films he shook it off. Instead he asked Diana, "Is anything broken?"
Diana shook her head and looked over her shoulder at Sanderson, "No thank God, it's just a severe concussion. So the next time he decides to ride his sled off the roof make sure he has a helmet on."
The Doctor took a close look, without turning he asked, "Did Jordan have any problems seeing?"
Sanderson wasn't sure, "I don't know."
The Doctor looked to Diana, when she didn't look up from Jordon he spoke up, "Di."
Diana looked to the Doctor.
"I want to keep him in here for observation. If there is any swelling I want to know. When did you give him the med?"
Diana looked at her watch, "Eight forty three."
The Doctor looked to Sanderson, "At four the meds will wear off and if there are any changes in his condition I'll personally call you." He took a pen from his coat and wrote down med information. Sanderson looked to Diana, she gave him a smile, "Why don't you take the rest of our herd home. I'll give you a call every hour until we come home."
Sanderson nodded, he held his sons hand, but could not help but notice the Doctors reaction to Diana's words. Inwardly he told himself not to notice or care, he had two beautiful children to worry about, and then three nieces and nephew and then Diana. But he couldn't help it. He told himself again and again it was just because she was Hoot's wife. She was family. That he was being protective of her, deep down he knew it was a lie.
Diana walked around the bed and pulled up the sides. Just to be sure Jordan didn't roll out. She looked at the monitors the boy she had grown so fond of was attached to. She then turned to Sanderson and put her hand on his shoulder, "Go home and get the kids in bed. Go to bed. We'll be fine. I'll feed him hospital jello."
A smile came over Sanderson's face, but he felt the Doctor's eyes on him when Diana touched him.
Finally the Doctor spoke up, "Sir, I'll need your autograph up at the desk."
Sanderson nodded but didn't look at the Doctor. Instead he leaned over and kissed Jordan's forehead, "I'll see you in the morning son."
Jordan laughed, "Cool."
Sanderson looked to Diana who assured him, "It's a normal reaction to the meds. Tomorrow he'll sleep like a log. I'll keep a eye on him."
A look of concern came over Sanderson's face, "You work thirteen hours tonight. You need your sleep tomorrow." She made a face, kissed his cheek, then smacked it gently, "Go home!"
Inwardly Sanderson was already making plans to have Jamie come over and watch Jordan while Diana slept, but he nodded, half distracted by the Doctor watching Diana from the corner of his eye.
Finally Sanderson followed the Doctor out and through the E.R., up to the desk. Sanderson could not help but look the doctor over. Measure the man up. He was clearly more handsome, richer.
Had more hair.
A Rolex, designer glasses, perfect facial structure. Everything a woman would find attractive. No wedding band.
He gave Sanderson a clipboard and pointed out the places to sign, then asked, "Your married?"
Sanderson shook his head, "Widowed." He then went through and began to sign his name everyplace that was X-ed.
"You and Diana share a house?"
Sanderson never looked up, he could hear the curiosity in the good Doctors voice. He didn't need to see the mans face. "Yeah, the same address as on her word I.D. card. Why?"
"Insurance purposes."
It took all Sanderson had not to roll his eyes. He then gave the Doctor the clipboard back, "Anything else?"
The Doctor flashed his perfect pearly whites, "No Sir. If there is any problem or change in your sons condition I'll personally call you."
Sanderson forced a smile, then headed to the nurses station which was no more then a big office/lab/TV room/locker room. He peeked inside where Alexandria, Robin, and Rachael were seated on the couch with the baby, watching Jerry Springer in Italian.
All three heads looked to Sanderson.
Who spoke before they could ask, "Jordan's fine. He's going to spend the night and Diana will bring him home in the morning."
He crossed the empty room in three strides and lifted Daniel from the pillow he was on. Asleep. The motion woke him up but Sanderson expertly bounced him back to sleep.
Rachael yawned and fell over on her sister's lap.
Robin patted her head, "Well, maybe Jordan will scare Mr. Doctor Man away from Mom."
Sanderson cocked an eyebrow.
Robin made a face, "Please. The man is like a dog. He'll be gone soon when he's done smellin around."
"No more Jerry Spring for you," Sanderson told her.