Bree rushed into the hospital eagerly awaiting news on her son's condition and was almost shocked or maybe annoyed to see Rex sitting down by the nurse's station.

"Hello Bree." He spoke with a cold twist to his voice and she looked at him.

"Hello. I see they contacted you as well." She spoke with an equal amount of bitterness in her voice as she sat down 3 chairs away from him.

"For Christ's sake Bree, our son might die and you're being pathetic enough to sit three seats away from me?" he hissed at her in a low voice, startling her as she looked over at him.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" she asked in a vindictive tone.

"You know full well I am." He looked at her, annoyed at her ignorant behaviour.

"Well maybe if you weren't so rude, I would take notice of you." She spoke in a hushed tone as a female doctor came to see them.

"Hello, I'm Dr Greenwell, I am treating your son, and he has regained consciousness. He has requested to see you Mr Van De Kamp." The doctor informed them and they both stood up. "Erm, alone, he wants to see Mr Van De Kamp alone."
"Oh." Bree felt like her world had fallen apart and she sat down, tears pricking her eyes but she would not let them fall.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there but it was obviously a long time because when she looked up, Rex was walking towards her, his coat in his arms. He stopped briefly before sitting beside her, careful not to break her walls.

"He said he's sorry, he just can't cope with you right now." He sighed as he delivered their son's message.

"Well, its nice to know even my own son can't handle me." She let out a shaky laugh before withdrawing her breath quickly.

"He does care, he's just…fragile." Rex spoke softly but it didn't stop the terrible hurt she was feeling. She didn't say anything, instead she picked up her coat and bag, gathering them into her arms and stood up.

"Where are you going?" He asked her, concern etching in.

"Home." She sullenly spoke before taking a step away from him, her heels clicking loudly on the cold hospital floor leaving him sat there as if contemplating something. Then he stood up also.

As soon as Bree's back was to him, she let the tears fall. The tears caused by the hurt of her son, the breaking up of her marriage and the tears that had been waiting 10 years to come.

"Bree, wait." He called, eagerly running to catch up with her, but she did not stop, she didn't want him to see her weakness. She wiped away her tears once she knew she could not get away from him and stopped, slumped slightly against the wall as he came up behind her.

"Bree..." he spoke softly as his hand came up to touch her shoulder.

He was almost as shocked as she was to see the tear stains on her cheeks and he wasn't sure what to do.

"You go in there, tell Andrew, if he doesn't want me as a mother, I'll have his stuff ready to move out." She spoke in a shaky voice and he sighed, looking down as he moved his free to hand to his waist.

"Bree…" he started to say but she interrupted him.

"Hey, I know what, he can live with you!" she smiled as if she had just been complimented on her blueberry muffins but the smile was nothing but a cheap smile of maybe a whore who'd just been rejected. "You're obviously a better parent than I am."

With one bitter twist, she gave him one last hard smile before walking away, tears once again spiking her eyes.

"Goodbye Rex." She spoke as if it was so finalised.

He sighed as he watched her walk away; his last chance at reconciliation gone like everything else. He didn't follow her, just let her walk away without a single word exchanged between them.