Well, no one is reviewing or keeping up with his, but hey, I'm still going to post this.

Flash stayed in the hospital room, after having lied to a doctor about being related. They'd tried to make him leave, but he'd promised both Rob and Galen that he wasn't going anywhere, so... yeah, he'd bent the truth a LITTLE, but even though he wasn't blood, he WAS family, and that meant he'd do anything for them.

So there he was, at-he glanced up at the clock-at twelve o'clock, midnight, exactly, sitting in a hospital room. He'd spent the past few hours alternating between talking to Mike, Galen-during several complicated phone calls-and Rob. Flash was doing his best to be the entertaining friend, when Rob wasn't totally out of it, and it wasn't easy. It was actually very hard. Because Mike was a grouch, Galen, he was a billion times worse, even though he didn't mean to be, and Flash understood why. And Rob was just plain miserable-also understandable. And Flash, by this time, was just worn out.

Becci had come by, and that was something. Then some other guy came, then more other people, and Flash had ended up shooing them all away a while ago to let Rob rest-Mike's orders. Now, he was just... sort of, waiting, and talking quietly about how-when all this blew over-they were going to have to start paying him big bucks for all the things he did.

Rob opened his eyes into slits. Whirs filled his mind, and he wished that Galen were there. He didn't want more drugs to force him into dreamless sleep, and didn't want to feel like he'd been shot by an AK-47.

The younger Emrys brother let his eyes slide shut once more. He made a sound like a whimper in the back of his throat, swallowing convulsively. Water moved up the feeding tube, pushing down into his stomach.

Flash's attention was pulled back to Rob, and away from his muttering. "Hey. You didn't miss much-other than like, eight people. Okay, so you missed something. Apparently, you've got more friends than I do. Anyway... yeah. Good news. Galen called. He's close, and Rhiannon's driving, which means, like... REALLY close."

Rob stared at Flash. His eyes watered, and he blinked, until something hot ran down his cheek. Another whir, and oxygen was forced into non-cooperative lungs.

Flash pulled the plastic hospital chair closer to the head of the bed and sat down quietly. "I know I'm not Galen, and I kinda suck at this whole hospital thing..." He looked into blue eyes, intentionally ignoring the obviously blood-shot tear-filled eyes. Yup, he could ignore that-sort of. "But you're gonna be fine-Like, NORMAL, soon as Galen gets here. I'll make sure and yell at him for being late... then he'll zap you, and we'll all go home."

Flash put one hand carefully on one of Robs-as though he would break, though Flash knew better. He wasn't the 'touchy-feely' kind of person, but he cared about his friends.

Rob let his eyes stay closed, finally. Machinery covered fingers grasped Flash's wrist, as though he were a lifeline. *Click* *Whoosh* *Beep beep, beep beep*.

His chest tightened uncomfortably, and in a flash of panic, memories of the day surrounded him - glass walls crushing him. Panicked eyes were hidden behind closed lids.

Flash gulped rather loudly, and glanced around. "Hey, still here. Calm down. You're gonna be okay. Got it? Hear me? You listen, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, and you're not either." He figured, if he couldn't talk him into a state of calm, he'd have to take drastic measures, but he wasn't doing drastic unless he HAD to.

Rob tried for a snarky expression that got across his teasing without ever having to say it - in the moment, it was dull, and ended abruptly in another flash of worry and stab of chest squeezing-pressure.

Flash was about to say something more, when the door across the room opened itself, and Galen, looking angry, and tired, and worried, burst through it.

"IT's about time, Galen!" Flash stated with an expression of relief.

Galen looked distant, but nodded to Flash. He moved to the bedside, and his face was a mask of emotions. "Drugs? He's drugged." Galen sounded angry.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, but that was kinda the only option. I'll go?" Flash asked quietly.

Galen blinked up at him. He knew Flash was right. "Thank you." He'd been away for hours, and Rob would have died, but he didn't... Thanks to Flash, Mike, and Rhiannon. He didn't wait for Flash to leave before he put a hand over his brother's heart, bracing himself for the pain he knew he would feel, then let the Healing flow from him to Rob.

Rob leaned into the touch, feeling what was left of the broken bond opening. Soft light flooded him, flaring behind his eyes, mending a battered body. Yet still the Pacemaker continued, seemingly a forever artificial drumming inside of him - he wondered if it would cause problems, now. But hey, if he drank too much coffee again, at least he had an implanted defibrillator, easy access, no-hospital required. Somewhere in the back of his mind he snorted dryly.

He felt like he could breathe again. But that would be hard, considering. The pressure inside his chest lessened, easing off.

Rob's eyes opened, blearily meeting green ones. His hand maneuvered around the tubes and wires, weakly gripping the hand on his chest. Galen? He reached through their once-strong link. 'Galen?'

For the first time in several months, Galen actually heard his brother's voice through the bond. 'Yeah, Rob. I'm here.' He figured that was probably obvious, but he said it anyway. He could feel the healing forcing the drugs away-the distant haze was leaving. He knew he'd have to get Rob home-and there would have to be changes; changes that Rob wouldn't like. But it had to be that way...