*To all those who've stuck through this long, thank you for reading and for your continued support of the story. I really do appreciate it and I hope you've enjoyed reading it so far. It's not over yet, I just wanted to say thanks.*

"Hey, Peter!"

Sam, a coworker of his, called out. She came behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.

"Don't do that," Peter said with a small laugh.

"Sorry," She smiled. It faded quickly, though.

"You have a phone call," Sam explained, "from a David Jones. He didn't tell me much, but he says it's urgent."

Oh.

Peter nodded, already beginning to worry for the worst. He rushed over to the phone in the corner and answered.

"Hello?"

"Peter!" It sounded like he had been crying. Or was about to start to, soon.

"Davy? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He didn't believe it. If nothing was wrong, then he wouldn't be calling in the first place.

"You just have to get over here as soon as you can. It's urgent."

Peter frowned.

"Where's 'here'?" He asked, hesitantly.

"The hospital."

Peter's eyes widened and he began to feel lightheaded.

"Okay." He said quietly and hung up. He leaned on the counter for support as his thoughts began to panic. Something must've happened to Mike. Something bad enough that Davy couldn't even say what it was over the phone. Just that he had to be there. What would be that bad? He thought he was going to be sick just thinking about it.

"Hey, Peter." Someone approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. It was Sam. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah-" he choked out, breathing heavily. "I have to get to the hospital. I think it's an emergency. Could-could you tell the boss I had to leave?"

"Of course," she nodded with a sad smile. "I can drive you there if you'd like me to, as well."

He shook his head.

"No, but thank you."

She nodded and patted his shoulder.

"Take care." She said before going towards the door that led to their boss's office. Once Peter regained his composure, he wasted no time ripping his apron off and checking out.

He ran to the parking lot and hopped into the Monkeemobile. It wasn't a hard car to spot. Once he sat in and turned the key, he cursed. Peter very rarely ever cursed, but no matter how he tried, the car just wouldn't start.

"Please, don't do this to me now." He muttered under his breath, not giving up. After a few more failed attempts, it finally started. He let out a silent cheer of relief.

"Alright, let's go."

He did his best to focus on driving, telling himself that he was just going to visit. That everything was normal and okay. He took a deep breath before hurrying out of the car and into the building. Davy had been in the waiting room because the phone was there. He jumped up when he saw Peter.

"Peter!" His voice called out and the Brit hurried to give Peter a hug. "You're here!"

Peter didn't get the chance to respond before Davy grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards Mike's room.

"Come on." He didn't seem sad. In fact, he seemed excited. About what, Peter wondered.

Micky was sitting by Mike's bed and he stood when the two entered. His eyes were red from tears, like Davy's, but he smiled.

"Oh, did we miss it?" Davy whined, causing Micky to let out a quick laugh.

"Keep your voice down, and yeah, you did." He said, barely above a whisper. When he saw Peter, he frowned a little. "Sorry, Peter. We really tried to get you here in time."

"Time for what?" Peter walked a little closer to Mike, noticing his head slightly turned to the side.

"Peter," Micky couldn't help but smile, "Mike woke up."