Hey guys! I just had a week long vacation to San Antonio and boy, it is freaking hot in Texas. I mean, c'mon. Anyway, since I missed a week, I've been frantically writing the next chapters for all of my stories, fortunately, this one I had mostly completed before I left. So it's all nice and ready to go for you now!

REVIEWS!

Highflyer: It's not me, trouble just seems to follow them around everywhere! ;) The main dude was picked up and sent to jail in one of the earlier chapters, the goons were just working on their own. Or were they? I guess we'll never know... ;)

Candylou: It's amazing the bond that siblings share. I hope they all are alright too!

Guest: Yeah, I had a lot of fun writing that chapter, it kind of surprised me too!

ErinJordan: Me too!

rebeccareneesharplake: Yep! We will have to see!

Well, buddios here's the next chapter, I hope you guys enjoy!


As the three Hardy walked through the front door of Bayport Hospital, nurses immediately surrounded them. Three strong nurses picked Joe up out of Fenton's hands and pushed him away on the first stretcher nurses shouting over each other.

Frank was next, a wheelchair brought right towards him. Two nurses lifted his arms and helped him sit in the chair when Frank suddenly felt the pain. He looked down at the gauze covering his leg, which was stained a deep shade of red.

"How did you not notice this?" A nurse asked, flabbergasted as she checked the wound. "You managed to pull out all of your stitches." Frank shrugged, gritting his teeth at the now noticeable pain. He guessed it was just adrenaline. Adrenaline could do some amazing things when it came to situations like that. His legs were lifted up and rested in the wheelchair, relieving some of the pressure on it, and he was pushed away.

Fenton was the last one to get picked up, although it was only a few seconds after Joe left. The hospital staff was efficient. They were saving lives, after all. A wheelchair was brought for him to, and a nurse placed his hurt arm gently in his lap. Pieces of glass stuck out of his forearm and bicep, enough to draw blood, effectively turning his whole arm read.

He craned his head around to looked at the nurse pushing him towards a hospital bed. "You need to call my wife, Laura Hardy. She needs to know what's going on."

The nurse nodded and pushed him into a room where a couple others were already waiting with Frank on the opposite bed. The lifted Fenton up and over onto the bed, laying him back against the pillows.

"I will sir, but now you need to relax. The doctor will be in here in a minute. For now, these nurses will take care of you." The female nurse left, and the nurses inside of their room got right to work.

A wet and soapy washcloth was handed to both of the men, letting them wipe their own face off. They came back bloody, and Frank hissed when it rubbed over the cut on his cheek. The goose egg on Fenton's head was sore, and the bruise was already turning an ugly shade of blue and purple.

The nurses inserted an IV into both of the men, giving fluids back to their bodies and adding some painkiller in it as well. Then Fenton's nurse, whose name tag read 'Josie' grabbed a little container and some tweezers, sitting on a stool that had been brought up next to his bed.

"This is going to sting a little bit, but the painkillers will kick in soon," she promised and grabbed Fenton's arm gently to keep it steady. One by one, she grabbed the tip of each shard of glasses and pulled them out of his skin, dropping them into the metal container with a satisfying clink! Fenton hissed at the ones pulled out of his forearm, but the time she got to the ones in his upper arm, the morphine had kicked in and he barely even felt it anymore.

When Josie was all down, she took a new washcloth and gently wiped off the blood on his arm, revealing only the cut themselves. When that was clean, she applied a soothing cream and some butterfly bandages for the smaller cuts. The larger ones needed some stitches, which she grabbed from the counter behind her and applied those quickly. She was one of the fastest nurses Fenton had ever seen and he appreciated it.

With Frank, he had two nurses with him, named Mollie and Emily. Mollie was completely focused on his leg, unwrapping the gauze that had been put on previously and examining the damage.

"All your stitches have been pulled, how did you not feel this?" She asked her patient, confirming what the first nurse had said. Frank shrugged sheepishly.

"You never know what you'll do for your family," was his only answer and Mollie couldn't help but agree. She had heard stories of women lifting cars to save their child trapped underneath and other miracles that shouldn't have been possible. But they were just that, miracles. There was a God watching over those families, protecting them. Mollie quickly touched the cross she wore around her neck, sending a quick prayer for her family, other families in the same predicament, and the Hardys. They needed all the prayer they could get.

When she finished she focused back on the leg, gathering the tools she needed to extract the ripped stitches. Slowly, she used tweezers to pull the thread out from under the skin, the fabric coming back out bloody. She used scissors to pull apart some final knots and pulled the rest of the stitches out, disposing of them in a plastic bag.

While Mollie cleaned and started a new batch of stitched on Frank's leg, Emily worked on the other issues. She cleaned the cut on his cheek, which wasn't very deep, just long, and put butterfly bandages on that. Scrapes on his arms and face were fixed with ointment and little band-aids. He had been relatively luck during the crash.

"What hurts?" Emily stood back and asked, looking over her patient.

Frank did a mental check of himself. "Not a lot, just my leg-" A sudden burst of fire from his back choked off his sentence and he shut his eyes, groaning. The pain had suddenly flared up, out of nowhere.

Emily looked over him, concerned. "What? What is it?"

Frank kept his eyes shut gritted his teeth. "My back. Kind of fell off a roof earlier. The Doc gave me some meds for it, 'must've worn off." Emily understood and immediately ran to grab some more painkillers and injected it into Frank's IV. It wasn't instant, it took a few minutes for the painkiller to get through his bloodstream, but when it reached it was a relief. Frank sighed and leaned his head back against the pillow, just as Mollie finished up the stitches and wrapped gauze around his leg.

"Alright, all done. Try not to rip these ones out this time." Mollie warned, and waved a finger at Frank. He laughed, and Fenton looked over amused.

"We'll go get the doctor." The nurses left the room, leaving Fenton and Frank to themselves. After a minute of silence, Frank was the first one to ask the question they had both been thinking but didn't dare say out loud.

"Is Joe going to be okay?" Frank almost whispered, as if he said it too loud it wouldn't be true. Fenton looked at his oldest son with sad eyes.

"I don't know. We have to pray he will." Frank shut his eyes, knowing that was going to be the answer but still didn't want to hear it. Suddenly, a knock on the door caught their attention and the door cracked open.

Dr. Steinberg's head poked through the door, her glasses on her face and her regular clipboard in her hand. She walked in with her arms folded against her chest, a serious look on her face.

"I can't leave you guys for 24 hours without you finding more trouble, huh?"