Ugh, guys, school starts in like a week and it's no fun, so I'm posting as many chapters for my stories as I can before I'm drowning in school work. So here is the next, overdue chapter for this story, and I think things are really winding down. I have a goal, however. This story has my most reviews, and I want to see if we can break 100 reviews before it ends. Do you think we can do that? Awesome ;)

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"No, you really can't. We're like a trouble magnet," Frank answered the doctor's previous question about trouble following them around. He broke out into a small smile and their doctor shared it, before being serious again and looking down at her clipboard once again. Frank had once joked that she never puts it down, but now he wasn't sure that it was a joke.

"How's Joe?" Fenton asked, immediately after all the jokes had died down and it was back to business.

Dr. Steinberg fixed her glasses so she could read her paper proper and looked up at the two men before her, worried about their brother and son. "Well, he was already in pretty bad shape before the accident, you know that. So being rammed full-on by a car? Really doesn't help. Various cuts and scrapes along his face and arm, stitches were needed for a cut above his eyebrow. Glass pieces were stuck mostly in his legs, so those were removed and the wound was cleaned. He has a minor concussion and a couple bruised ribs, so breathing will be a little painful." Dr. Steinberg took a breath and continues, Fenton and Frank hanging onto every word.

"And his shoulder. The surgery we had done previously had been ruined when the truck hit you guys, all the tendons and stitched put in ripped out. As soon as he was taken in he was put through another round, and they finished up a few minutes ago. Everything went well, there were no complications, but his arm is in a sling and will be stiff and painful to move for a while. But everything is well, he will be moved here in a few moments." Dr. Steinberg nodded after Fenton thanked her and walked back out, leaving the two older Hardy to themselves to think.

After a stretch of silence, Fenton looked over to his oldest and forced a smile. "I told Collig to call your mom, so she should be getting over here soon." Fenton frowned when Frank didn't answer and kept staring at his hands.

"Son, are you alright?" Fenton asked, really concerned.

Frank whispered something under his breath, but Fenton couldn't hear him. He asked Frank to speak up, but he was almost afraid of what he was going to say. "I killed them," Frank had finally said loud enough for Fenton to hear. Fenton nodded, eyes shutting to think about it.

Frank didn't want to hear anything from his father. He knew Fenton was going to encourage him, say something to try and change his mind about how he felt but he didn't want to hear it. He should've stayed there with Antonio's guards until Collig arrived so he could be picked up. He had killed them, he deserved to be in jail. It didn't matter what anyone else said. That's where he deserved to be.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut tighter as Fenton opened his mouth to speak. "Frank, I know you feel-"

Frank didn't want him to finish. "You know what I feel? You know what I'm feeling like right now?"

"Frank-" Fenton tried to interrupt but Frank was having none of it.

"No, there's no way. I just killed those two men. I freaking killed them, so you know how I'm feeling? There's-"

"YES!"

Fenton shout over Frank's rant silenced both of them, leaving Frank to stare at his father in shock. Fenton rubbed his hands over his face and exhaled loudly, as Frank actually just sat and listened.

"A bunch of my cases I don't tell you boys about, right? As a cop and an investigator? It's better for you if you don't know the details, and I would like to keep it that way. I know exactly how you're feeling because I've done the same thing before. It's in a kill-or-be-killed situation, and your the one who ends up still alive. I know it doesn't feel good, I feel the weight of those deaths every day. It's not something you just forget about."

Frank nodded, feeling slightly better. He understood his father had to do some less-than-legal things before, and now he himself was in that category.

Before either of them could say another word to each other, someone knocked on the door and a few nurses rolled and barely awake Joe into the hospital room. They didn't normally fit three patients into one room, but there could be a few exceptions.

The nurses locked the wheels on Joe's bed and parked him right next to Frank, and the drugged Joe winked at one of the female nurses before she left. Frank looked over at him amused and taunted his baby brother.

"Don't let Vanessa see that," Frank teased and Joe's eyes immediately grew wide, regretting the decision. Frank could barely contain his laughter as tears bubbled up in Joe's eye and soon he was crying.

Frank chuckled and covered it with a cough as Joe was crying with the sheet that covered his body pulled up to his face. "What's wrong buddy?"

Joe sniffed and looked at his brother with tears running down his face. "I don't want Vanessa to leave me!"

Fenton forced down a laugh as well and Frank smiled at Joe. "She's not going to leave you, you're overreacting. Go to sleep, buddy."

Joe sniffed one more time before mumbling an 'okay' and shutting his eyes, snoring loudly not even a minute later. As soon as he started, Frank and Fenton burst into laughter. It felt good after a long time of worry that they would never be found.

"Joe sure is loopy on those drugs, man." Fenton nodded with Frank's statement and then Laura walked into the room, let in by a nurse, bringing Callie and Vanessa. Laura kissed Fenton and Callie hugged Frank, while Vanessa pulled up a chair next to Joe's bed, brushing some of his messy blonde hair from his forehead. He was so peaceful.

"You should've seen it, Vanessa," Frank laughed and continued to tell her what had happened minutes before, everyone laughing at Joe's outburst. Everyone settled into the uncomfortable hospital room and waited. Just wait around, talking, trying to hang on the last shred of normality that hung in the air around them.