A/N- Sorry that this is so short. It was originally longer but then I decided to separate it. So apologies for the shortness. Thanks to all those who reviewed the first chapter!

The silence. The lack of answers to his numerous questions. The waiting. They were all starting to get to Seth.

He had been sitting the waiting room for hours. He had lost all sense of time, no longer bothering to keep track of time. Time wasn't anything of importance to him at that moment, though in the back of his mind he thought that it should have been. Time was something he might not have left with Summer. As soon as that thought would arrive in his mind, he would push it away. He couldn't let himself think like that. He needed something else to occupy his mind with.

He looked around the waiting room. A television was playing in the background, an old episode of The Valley playing. He didn't understand the point of the television in the waiting room. It was pointless, just mindless noise and movements in the background. No one would really care about the characters from The Valley as they waited to hear news of their loved ones.

He moved his eyes from the television down to the table in front of him. It was scattered with magazines, magazines dating from long ago. He studied the pictures on all of the covers, not picking one up.

He continued waiting, continued to try and figure out when he would get news. It couldn't be much longer, he constantly told himself. He knew that soon enough Dr. Strong would be coming out to him, telling him Summer was fine.

He soon stopped concentrating on everything, on thoughts, on television, on celebrities on magazine covers. He stared at his shoes. This would be the thing he could do, could do without thinking.

"Seth."

He looked up from his shoes when he heard a familiar voice say his name. His heart beat sped up for a minute, thinking it was Dr. Strong, coming with news for him.

Instead it was just Ryan and Taylor, looks of sympathy and compassion on their face. It was a look he was already tired of. He had received numerous looks like this as multiple walked by him in the waiting room. Nurses, doctors, others waiting. It was all he had really received since he had arrived in the hospital.

Taylor sat down next to him, wrapping him into a hug. "How are you?"

Seth couldn't help it, something inside of him snapped. He was so sick of the sympathetic sound in the voice, the tone in people's voice like he was a child and that he couldn't handle what was happening all around him. His temper exploded at her, him being unable to control it. "I'm doing just fucking great. How the hell do you think I'm doing?"

He saw the look on Taylor's face, but he didn't say anything. He didn't regret it really, didn't want to take it back. He wanted them to know how he felt. He wanted them to know the pain he was feeling. He just wasn't sure that they would be able to ever know exactly.

Taylor got back up, walking away from Seth and leaving him alone with Ryan. He saw her go over to James and Cooper, who Seth had nearly forgotten about in all of his waiting. Cooper had fallen asleep but James was awake, watching his father. Seth wondered what was going through James's mind at that moment.

"Seth," this time is was Ryan who spoke his name. Taylor thought it would be best if she maybe takes James and Cooper back to our house for the night. It's getting late and they shouldn't be here."

"Whatever," Seth said. He resumed his action of staring at his shoes.

He heard Taylor gather the boys up, trying not to wake Cooper. Cooper continued sleeping and they started walking away, James turned and ran back to his father.

"Daddy, I'm scared." To Seth at that moment, he looked so much younger than ten.

"Me too James," Seth whispered, hugging his son tightly. "Me too."

They stayed frozen like this for a minute, Taylor and Ryan watching the sad scene. Finally James released his father then went back to his aunt's side. They left Seth with Ryan, who took a seat next to him.

He didn't make him talk. For once, Seth didn't want to talk out his problems with Ryan. It was the only time he could ever recall and if he had been in a better place he would have said something about marking the day down. He changed his gaze from his shoes to staring at the television again. It wasn't doing anything though. The earlier thoughts kept coming into his head.

He had to stop. No longer looking for distractions, he realized that there was nothing more that he could do. He just had to wait.

Ryan sat uncomfortably next to Seth. This was the longest he had been with Seth and there had been no words said by him. It was more than a little weird for him. He had to break the silence so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Have you called Sandy and Kirsten yet?"

"Not yet. I...I want to wait until I get some sort of news. Good news, of course,"Seth replied.

"Everything's going to be okay. Summer and the baby will be fine."

Seth felt the anger rising, the anger that he had earlier with Taylor coming back. "How is it all going to be okay? My wife is in there and she could be fucking dying. Our baby could be too. How can you tell me that its all going to be okay? Jesus, Ryan. Don't even start to tell me that it's going to be okay."

Seth leaned back, closing his eyes. He couldn't handle this. As each minute passed by without him knowing anything, it was getting harder and harder.

"Seth, I'm sorry," Ryan said finally. "I was just trying to...I don't even know."

"I know," Seth replied after a few minutes of silence had passed.

The silence set in again, but this time it wasn't an uncomfortable one. It was just a silence.

Seth once again closed his eyes. He just now was realizing how tired he really was. He just couldn't sleep, not without knowing. For now though, he would just rest his eyes.

He heard footsteps coming toward him. He opened his eyes up slowly and saw Dr. Strong walking towards him.