Dr. Romano looked at Carter, but said nothing as he motioned him to follow him down the hall. Carter followed, quickly realizing that he was being lead to the ICU. John looked through the large glass window, watching as his sister was wheeled in. He's seen hundreds of patients in Jenna's condition, others even worse. But seeing his sister, hooked up to a ventilator, IV's and looking completely helpless caused tears into his eyes. He sunk down to the ground, with his back to the wall.
"What am I going to do?" He asked, resting his head in his hands
"Stay with her, she'll pull through knowing she has her brother near, but I got to go got to remove someone's spleen." Roman said, leaving John, still leaning against the wall. He sat there for a few minutes, and the got up, and walked in to the nurse's station, picking up the phone.
John waited nervously in the waiting room, when his parents finally came walking in.
"John? What's going on? Why did you ask us to come here? I have meetings and work to take care of!" His dad asked, half concerned and angry.
"Follow me!" John said walking his parents towards the ICU. "There, look, the girl on the left, about seventeen." John said, trying not to choke up.
"John, I know how patients get to you at times, but was it really necessary…" His mother trialed off.
"She's your daughter!" John replied, quietly.
"My Daughter?" His mother asked.
"John, we gave up the right when we put her up for adoption, she's not apart of our family, and doesn't concern us." John's father replied.
"Doesn't concern you? She's your daughter! She has no one and has been spending years trying to find her family. Are you going to stand here and tell you don't care at all about her struggling for her life? You're going to tell me you're going to desert her again, when she needs you the most?" John asked, raising his voice, cracking with anger. He could feel tears, stinging in his eyes.
"She's not our daughter any more, it does not concern us, now, if you excuse me, your father and I have work to do." Hid mother exclaimed, glaring at John before leaving.
"Don't bug us again about his, son." His father said, following his mother.
"You are both heartless monsters" John yelled. "And to let you know, when she gets better, she's living with me, in Gram's old house. I'll ensure she gets every penny she deserves."
"John What on earth are you shouting about?" Corday demanded.
"Sorry" John sighed. "I just don't understand how they don't even care? She's their daughter, she….how can anyone ever, how can they look and see there daughter struggling for her life and not care?"
"I don't know John. I'd die if anything happened to my daughter. I almost died when I lost Mark. She's lucky she has you though. You seem to already have that brother sister connection, even though you just met."
John nodded. "Yeah. Well, I always though she died at birth. It's still shocking."
"Go in, stay with her. She hasn't changed since she's come out from the OR. But having you there might help" Elizabeth said. "She's lucky most people don't get big brothers like you."
John nodded, as he walked into the ICU, pulling a chair beside Jenna's bed.