Chapter Four

The door opened as Marcy walked inside the room and walked to the bed. She looked at Campbell when she gently brushed the hair from his eyes and he sighed, a small smile appearing on his face. She had been coming to see him ever since he collapsed but he was always sleeping. She took his hand when she wrapped her fingers around his and he moved his fingers a little bit. She sighed as he slowly opened his eyes then blinked and looked at her.

"Where have you been?" Campbell asked in a sleepy tone.

"Right here," Marcy said.

"No, you havenae,"

"You've been sleeping when I was here."

"Oh. Sorry."

"So, what have the doctors told you?"

"That I'm doing great. Nothing's wrong with my heart. It was just the shock from what happened."

"That's good," Marcy said, gently placing her hand on his chest.

"So, who's doing my show?"

"Mike Connelly," Marcy said and his eyes widened.

"Do you mean Manic Mike?! He's terrible."

"That's true. Anyway, you will nae believe the bags of mail the station's got since people learned aboot what happened. I mean bags and bags of stuff."

"I never knew I was that popular."

"You are," Marcy said when he thought of something and blinked.

"Is Logan alright?"

"No."

"Bet he's been asking aboot me."

"Aye and I keep telling him that you're fine but he doesnae believe me," she sighed when he looked over at the telephone on the nightstand then at her.

"Call him."

"What?"

"Call him," Campbell said, pointing to the telephone. Marcy picked up the receiver when she dialed and touched the top of Campbell's hand.

"Hello? Hey, Lily, it's me. Is Logan around?" Marcy asked as Campbell looked at her and she held up one finger. "Hello, Love. Aye, I am and there is someone here who wants tae talk tae you."

Marcy handed Campbell the receiver when she sat down on the edge of the bed and he smiled at her.

"Hello?" Campbell asked.

"Campbell, you're awake?" Logan asked.

"Last time I looked."

"I'm mad at you!"

"Aw, dinnae be mad, I'm sorry. Did Mummy explain what happened?"

"Aye, I want tae come see you but Mummy said no."

"I know, Little Mate. Oh, I forgot tae tell you. I dinnae live at Saint Jude's anymore."

"Why?'

"Well, they finally figured I was able to take care of myself and let me out."

"Where are you going tae live?'

"I guess with my mum and dad."

"You can stay with Mummy and me. We got room."

"You want me tae come live with you and Mummy?' Campbell asked as he looked at her and Marcy smiled at him.

"Aye," Logan said and Campbell felt tears creeping into the corners of his eyes.

"Well, that's up to Mummy," Campbell said with a wink and Marcy took the receiver from him.

"We'll talk aboot it later, Love. Aye, I brought it. Ok, I'll give it to him. Bye," Marcy said when she hung the receiver up and he looked at her.

"Give me what?"

Campbell watched while she walked to the bag she had placed on the table and opened it. She took something out of the bag when he looked at the teddy bear in her arms and smiled.

"Is that…Buttons?: Campbell asked as she nodded and handed him the teddy bear. He touched the buttons on the vest and the hat the teddy bear wore and gently held it to his chest. "What is he going tae sleep with?'

"His stuffed dog," Marcy said, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently brushed the hair from his eyes. "So, are you going tae come live with us or nae? I mean…unless you want tae go live with your folks."

Weeks later

The door opened as Marcy walked inside the flat and placed the suitcase down on the floor. She turned when she looked behind her and smiled, watching Campbell coming closer.

"Come on, Grandpa, your tea is getting cold," Marcy teased while Campbell slowly walked inside the flat and she closed the door behind them.

"You HAD to live in a flat on the FIFTH floor," Campbell sighed and she laughed, helping him take his jean jacket off.

"Oh, come off it. It wasnae that bad," Marcy teased, placing his jean jacket on the peg then looked down the hallway. "We're here! "

Campbell looked around the living room when he saw the boxes, his guitar case and bags of mail and Marcy smiled, taking his hand in hers.

"Your mum and dad dropped your guitar, clothes and the boxes off while you were in the hospital and I brought those here from the station."

"Ah," Campbell said when Logan ran to him and Campbell smiled, holding his arms out.

"Easy, Love, he's still a little tender," Marcy said as Logan hugged Campbell and Campbell patted the top of Logan's head.

"Come on. I have something tae show you," Logan said as he took Campbell's left hand and led him down the hallway. Marcy picked the bag up as she followed them down the hallway and they stopped at the door to one of the bedrooms. "Close your eyes."

Campbell closed his eyes when Logan led him into the room and Marcy smiled, looking at the WELCOME HOME CAMPBELL banner that was hung above the bed.

"Open your eyes!" Logan said when Campbell opened his eyes and looked at the banner.

"Whoa," Campbell whispered and small tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I made it! Well, Mummy and Lily helped," Logan said and toed the tip of his sneaker in the carpet.

Campbell looked at Lily Grady, Logan's baby sitter, as he nodded and she smiled at him.

"I love it!"

"Ok, come on, I think we should let Campbell unpack and get some rest," Marcy said, leading Logan out of the room and Lily looked at Campbell.

"Need some help?" Lily asked as he looked at the bed then the suitcases and shook his head. She left the room as he slowly walked to the bed and sat down. Lying on his back, he looked up at the banner as he smiled and wiped the tears from his eyes.