A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated my other stories I've been having a small writer's block with 'Runnin' Home to You' and I also want to rewrite the chapter I've liked least but I promise 'Always There for You' will have its Halloween chapter, wait for it on October 31st!

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Injured (Part 2)

Third person's POV

Alrich opened the door and walked into his hotel room, he sighed tiredly and left his briefcase on the desk, then, he sat down on the chair and looked at his wristwatch. 6:30 p.m. It said. He sighed again and looked at New York's skyline.

He had travel to New York to help with a construction project and had been in the city almost a week but the project wasn't yet approved.

The sound of his cellphone ringing broke his thoughts and answered the call.

"Alrich Wren." He said.

"Hey! Uh...I mean...Good afternoon, sir." Ezra's voice answered and Alrich smiled amused at Ezra's antics.

"Ezra, it's nice to hear from you. How are you, son?" The older man asked not caring about Ezra's greeting.

"Uh, I'm fine, sir. Thank you." The young man answered.

"And how is Sabine?" Alrich asked.

He heard him taking a deep breath and he got worried.

"She's…she's in the hospital." Ezra said.

Alrich's blood froze. "What!? Is she okay!?" He asked worried.

"She's going to be." Ezra answered. "She got hurt in a softball game."

"How bad is it?" Sabine's father asked and heard Ezra sigh.

"She broke her ankle and she will need to go under surgery." The younger man answered.

Alrich sighed. "In which hospital is she?"He asked after a few minutes.

"She's in Grady Memorial Hospital." Ezra answered.

"Alright. Listen, Ezra; I'm in New York at the moment but I'll be there as soon as I can and don't worry about Ursa or Tristan. I'll talk with them and tell them what happened."The older man said.

"Okay, sir." The young man answered.

"I'll see you in a couple of hours, Ezra."

"Yes, sir."

"And take care of my daughter, please."Alrich said.

"I will, sir. Don't worry about anything, she's in good hands." The young man answered and hang up.

Alrich sighed and leaned against the backrest of the chair while scrubbing his hands over his face, he needed to call Ursa and Tristan and tell them what had happened. He took a deep breath and called to his house.

"Hello?" Tristan's voice answered.

"Hello, son." Alrich smiled when he heard Tristan's voice.

"Hey, dad. How are you?" His oldest child answered.

"I'm good and you?" Alrich asked.

"I'm good, mom's keeping me busy with reports of the company, though." Tristan answered.

Alrich chuckled. "Well, that's your mother, son." He said.

Tristan sighed. "Yeah, I know." He said. "So, how are things in New York?" He asked.

"We are still discussing some things about the project but I called for another reason." Alrich said.

"What's wrong, dad?" Tristan asked worried.

"Ezra called me a couple of minutes ago and told me your sister is in the hospital." The older man said.

"What!? What happened!?" Tristan asked.

"He told me she got injured in a softball game and that she broke her ankle, they are going to operate her." Alrich answered.

"So, what are you going to do now?" The younger man asked.

"I'm going to look for flights to Atlanta and as soon as I find one, I'm going to buy a ticket and fly over there to be with your sister before her operation." Alrich said.

"Okay, I'm going to do the same and see if I can find an early flight for mom and me and be with Sabine before her operation too." The young man answered. "By the way, mom's here and wants to know what's happening." He said.

Alrich sighed. "Let me talk with her." He said.

"Alrich?" Ursa's voice asked.

Alrich smiled softly. "Ursa."

After talking with his wife and son and explaining to his wife what he was going to do, he talked with one of his coworkers and explained him that a family emergency had arisen and that he had to attend it; he booked a flight that left at 5:45 a.m. to Atlanta and would be arriving at 8:00 a.m. giving him time to be with his daughter before her operation. An hour later, he received a message from Tristan saying he couldn't find an early flight to Atlanta for him and Ursa and that the earliest flight he had found, left at 10:15 a.m. and would be arriving past noon, Alrich told his son not to worry and, in case they arrived while Sabine was in surgery, he would tell her that her brother and her mother were on their way to Atlanta.

The middle age man sent a message to Ezra telling him at what time his flight would depart and that Tristan couldn't find an early flight, he received a message from Ezra telling him that he would be on the lookout for the arrival of his flight and that Sabine's surgery was scheduled for noon, Alrich sighed and thanked Ezra for the update, then, he started packing. Once he had everything packed, Alrich left the room and checked out from the hotel, then, he took a taxi to JFK Airport.

"Thanks." Alrich said when the concierge gave him his boarding pass and documented his luggage, then, the middle age man walked towards the security checkpoint.

While he waited for his flight to depart – which would leave in about 7 hours – Alrich called Tristan.

"Wren Household." Tristan's voice said when he answered the phone.

"Hello, son." Alrich said.

"Dad! I'm glad to hear from you. Do you have any updates on Sabine?" The younger man asked.

"Yes, Ezra told me her surgery is tomorrow at noon."

Tristan sighed. "That means mom and I won't be there to see her before her surgery." He said.

"I know it's frustrating, son but let's just concentrate in be there when your sister wakes up after the surgery." Alrich said.

"I know, dad." Tristan said. "So are you already at the airport?" He asked.

"Yes, I am. My flight leaves in a couple of hours but I decided to wait here in the airport in case something come up." The middle age man said.

"That's good, call us when you land." Tristan said.

"I will, son." Alrich said. "Take care and take care of your mother."

"I will. Tell Sabine we love her." The younger man said.

"I will." Alrich said and hang up, then, he went to buy a coffee so he could stay awake at least until the flight departed.

"Passengers of flight 807 from Delta Airlines bound to Hartsfield – Jackson Atlanta International Airport, please address gate 4-B42." The announcer said a couple of hours later.

Alrich got up and stretched, then, he took his coat and his briefcase and walked towards the designated gate, he presented his boarding pass and boarded the plane. While the plane was taxiing towards the runaway, Alrich sent a message to Tristan telling him he was already on the plane and would call him as soon as he land, then, he turned off his phone and decided to take a small nap since he had stayed awake all night.

Almost three hours later, Alrich was already in Atlanta, he had called Tristan and took a taxi.

"To Grady Memorial Hospital, please." The older man said to the driver.

Don't worry, honey. I'm coming, daddy's coming. He thought as the taxi drove to the Hospital.