"We're just really glad you're okay," announced Bridge, as he and Z surrounded Sky while Syd hung back a few feet, keeping quiet while they talked to Sky who was lying in the hospital bed, still looking like someone had used him as a punching bag. There were stitches above his forehead and right cheek, bandages on his left hand, both his left and right wrist were bandaged up and his right hand was all scratched up, along with that he had several broken ribs. "You had us worried there for a while."

"So, the next time you decide to pull a stunt like that," Z looked at Sky hard in the eyes, giving that direct motherly-type look, "make sure you come to us first, so we can talk your stubborn ass out of it." Referring to him deciding to take matters into his own hands to bring Mirloc in.

"Okay, guys." Sky sighed, in all honesty not having the strength to argue. He still felt pretty sore and tired, which along with the predicament with Syd that was before him wasn't helping matters either.

"Alright guys, Sky needs to get his rest," announced Kat as she walked in. "You can visit with him later." Ever since Sky had come out of his coma and freed himself of Omni, people had been in and out of his room all day - mainly just Eric, Hayley, and the Rangers, not including Chase who had helped Tommy back at the apartment keeping the kids occupied while Eric and Hayley visited with Sky for a little bit.

"All right." Bridge turned back to Sky and gripped his hand. "Check in with you later."

"Okay, Bridge."

"Sleep well, Sky." Z leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "We're all really glad you're okay." She knew that had probably been the hundredth time today that Sky had heard that from someone, but everyone felt like it needed to be said. Sky need to know just how important he was to them. Z turned to Syd, smiling faintly as she gripped her shoulder before following Bridge out the door.

That left both Syd and Kat alone in the room with Sky. There was a long pause as Sky and Syd just stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Kat got the sense the two needed to talk to each other alone. "I'll give you two a few minutes to talk." She then eyed Sky. "And then you need to get some sleep." Kat closed the door behind her, leaving the two alone to talk.

Several more seconds passed with them just looking at each other as if they were complete strangers. Neither one seemed to want to be the first to say something to the other one; even though they both knew they had to talk about this, about their relationship, about everything that had gone on between them. Sky knew it would have to be him to bite the bullet, and with a heavy sigh…. He had been a total ass to her.

"I'm sorry, about before, what I…."

"Do you love me?" She cut him off, looking him directly in the eyes.

"…..What?" he asked, a little taken back, not sure if he heard her correctly, even though deep down he had heard her perfectly clear.

"Do you love me?" she asked again. On a few occasions she had told him she loved him, but never once had he said that he loved her in return. "Because, before you say anything, I need to know. I need to know what we had was real. I need to know that you weren't just using me, so you didn't have to deal with your problems." She had tears in her eyes. The last few days had been the worst of her life and she was afraid it was only going to get worse. "Do you love me, Sky?" her voice was already crackling.

"I….." Sky didn't know what to say. It was killing him inside, seeing Syd cry, knowing he was responsible. She had been there for him and the one time she needed him he blew her off and treated her like crap. "I….." He sighed heavily, bowing his head down and turning it away, unable to look her in the eyes, but knowing he owed it to her to give her an answer. He gathered the little ounce of courage and dignity he had left and looked up at her, staring into her bright blue eyes. "In all honesty….I don't know."

"You don't know?" Syd exclaimed, angry. Heartbroken and disgusted, not able to even look at him any longer, she turned away and started to leave, until Sky firmly grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Syd, wait…."

"Why should I?" she answered coldly, as she turned to face him. "Give me one good reason why I should stay?"

"I never meant for things to….."

"To what?" she demanded. She didn't care if he was lying in a hospital bed or how hurt he was or even that only hours before he was near death. She was angry with him. He had broken her heart. "You never meant to sleep with me, is that it?" Her eyes narrowed down on him. "Because it's too late for that, Schuyler Tate!" It was far too late.

"Will you please let me explain?" he pleaded with her looking into her eyes. "Please?"

'Fine." Syd crossed her arms against her chest, staring down at the man who she had come to love, but now only felt betrayal, toyed with, dirty even. Never in her life of knowing Sky had she ever thought he would be capable of something like this. She thought she knew him.

"You have every right to be angry with me. And I wouldn't blame you if you never forgave me for this or ever spoke to me again." This had to be one of the worst things he had done; never in his life had he felt so ashamed. "….It was just…. I was just really upset that day. And I ended up at your parent's house. I never intended for things to go as far as they did…." He sighed heavily as a tear rolled down his cheek. "But then it happened …and for the first time in a long time, my problems didn't bother me; being with you made me forget."

"You can't use sex as a way for not dealing with your problems, Sky."

"I know that!" A few more tears trickled down his cheeks. He was angry with himself for what he had done, for what he had done to her. She had been his friend, and now he didn't know if he would even have that. "Damnit! I know that!" he cursed at himself. "And the worst thing about this is I know I hurt you." He looked her in the eyes, knowing she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he had blown every chance of that now. "….and that I've lost the most important thing I value: our friendship." Sky took a moment to gain back some composure; he couldn't remember the last time he had cried this badly. "I'm sorry, Sydney….I know that doesn't fix things or make them better. I just don't know what else to say."

Though he did look pathetic lying there all banged up, she wasn't finished with him. She knew if she didn't get everything out that she needed to say to him, she might never get it out. "Do you know what I was going to tell you, the day you blew me off?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "I was going to tell you that I was late…." She stopped, searching his face for his reaction.

Sky could feel as his heart pounded against his chest. His eyes widened as she stared down at him, as if she were trying to see right through him. He licked his lips, knowing he had to say something. "….are you?" Just barely able to get the words out.

"…..No," she answered softly, but still with a hint of coldness. "I thought I was, but I'm not."

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say now. While he was sure that they were both relieved that she wasn't pregnant, he wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next, because she could very easily had been. They weren't always being safe. Eric had talked to him about this, but he had been too pigheaded to listen. "I'm sorry, Sydney ….for everything."

"So am I, Sky." She smiled faintly as she backed away from him, no longer being able to take being in this room with him. She fled out of the room, closing the door behind her.

He wanted to go after her, even in his condition he wanted to go after her. His bodily injures did not compare to the pain he knew he had caused Sydney, but he knew deep down there was nothing left for him to say. There was no going back for them. What they had was over and done with. The only thing he could hope now was that someday she would forgive him and that he could regain her friendship and trust. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, feeling as sleep from the drugs started to take over.

"….You know a part of me wishes you could stay."

Lucas got a grin out of that, recalling a time when both he and Alex didn't get along …that seemed so long ago now. "…Yeah. I miss it here, but I have a family to get back to and someone needs to run Time Force." He knew he had to get back; he had already stayed a couple of days longer than he should have, but he had wanted to make sure that Sky would pull through.

"Make sure to give Katie and Nadira my best…."

"I'll do that." Standing there now, Lucas knew this would be the last time he and Alex would ever see each other. This time really would be goodbye…. And though they had never been the best of friends, he was still sad to leave him behind, given everything they'd all been through together, they had a history, which was something that couldn't easily be forgotten. "…You take care of yourself, Alex…." He patted his friend on the shoulder. "…I mean Drake …sorry."

"It's all right." He grinned. "It was nice hearing it again."

Before heading into the time ship, Lucas looked his old friend in the eyes. "….You did the right thing …sometimes things just happen." He had known for the last few days that Drake had been questioning himself on whether he had done the right thing by bringing Sky here all those years ago, whether he did the right thing by blocking Sky's memories …after everything that's happened, it was only natural for him to question himself. "…I know that Jen would say the same thing. You did what you thought was right and I know you wouldn't have done anything to hurt Sky, you love him."

Drake didn't answer, just smiled and nodded his head as he watched his old-time friend get into the time ship. He stepped back as the ship lifted off, going into the sky and disappearing in a time hole, going back to a place that he had not called home for many years.

"….He was right, you know." Drake turned to come face to face with Eric. It had been a good few days since the two had talked, which hadn't been a very friendly conversation. Eric rubbed the back of his head, now having had enough time to think over what he had said. He knew he had been out of line. "…I'm sorry about what I said, blaming you. It was Sky's fault, not yours… I was just angry…"

"…It's all right. …But I don't know if I can entirely agree that Sky gets total blame. Maybe for his actions he does, but for how he feels, I think some blame should fall upon me…"

Eric knew there would be no use trying to get Drake not to blame himself, because in all truth a part of him even blamed himself. "….Come on, I'll buy you a beer."

"I'd like that….."

Though it was against Kat's better judgment, the next day Sky was out of bed and sitting in a wheelchair staring out the window, with the events of yesterday and even those going further back playing over in his mind. So much had happened in his young life, some good, some bad, and some things he wished he could forget. …He had hurt a lot of people over the years, including himself. He had let his anger and his pride get the best of him and sometimes even let it get in the way of what was really important. He sighed heavily, wishing that a near death experience wasn't what had made him come to realize this ….but that's what it did take for him to finally really have his eyes opened.

"Seen anything interesting?" announced Chase, as he walked up behind Sky. He hadn't gone to see Sky yesterday, mainly because the two hadn't gotten along lately and he didn't want to disrupt Sky's recovery, knowing he had a lot of other shit to deal with.

Sky sighed heavily. He might not be able to fix things between himself and Syd, but it might not be too late to fix things with Chase. He turned himself around in the wheelchair to face his teammate. "No. Just the same old same old." He bit his lip, knowing it was now or never. "Sorry that I've been such a pain in the ass to you and for the few times that I punched you."

"…Well, I can't say I have been any better." Chase smiled faintly and took a seat on the bed across from Sky. "And I'm sure I deserved at least one of those punches." He had known he had acted equally as badly, that Sky wasn't totally to blame for the strain in their friendship.

"….Maybe." Sky wasn't too sure if that was true, knowing that he had never been the easiest person to get along with. "I want you to know you were right about Syd and me. …And I did envy you for how quickly you got involved in Hayley's, Eric's, the kids' lives." He bit his lip. "I had them all along, but instead of being a part of their family I continued to push them away." He looked Chase in the eyes. "I guess in a way I felt threatened by you."

Chase knew this was hard for Sky, he might have only known him for a couple of months but he knew well enough that Sky was a person who didn't like to admit he had been wrong and having to apologize about it. It was a pitiful sight to behold, the Sky before him was not the strong willed man he knew, instead he was a broken down young man whose world had come crashing down in front of him. "….I should have been a little more considerate with my words, instead going all out at you."

"No. It's probably best you said it the way you did, knowing me I probably wouldn't have listened had you said it any other way."

Chase nodded his head, partly knowing Sky was right, he was a hard headed leader who didn't like to be told off by anyone. The blue Ranger licked his lips. "….But I am sorry about you and Syd." He looked Sky in the eyes. "….Because I know that you do really care about her."

"Really doesn't matter now how I feel about her," he humbly answered, knowing he had hurt Syd in the worst possible way. "…She deserves someone who will treat her right, unlike I ever did."

Chase was about to answer in response, when Commander Cruger walked into the room. "….Sorry to interrupt, but I need to have a moment alone with Lt. Tate."

"…I'll check in on you later, Sky." Chase smiled faintly, knowing that Sky would rather be facing an army of mutant robots than be cooped up in some hospital room alone with Cruger, with nowhere to run.

"Yeah," Sky answered dryly, watching as his teammate left the room. He winced a little, knowing that Cruger would not be going easy on him, even in the condition he was in. He had broken a lot of rules, going along with Chase, to go after Mirloc.

"How are you feeling today?" asked Cruger as he put his hands behind his back.

"…Like I had the crap beaten out of me." He might as well be straightforward with Cruger, this wasn't the first time the two had been in this situation, due to his recklessness and unruly behavior. …But this time was somehow different; his actions had put others at risk …put the time stream at risk. It was more than enough for him to be discharged from the force. When Cruger didn't answer, Sky cleared his throat, looking his Commander in the eyes. "I really screwed up this time, didn't I?"

"Yes. You did." He didn't like being so harsh on Sky, especially given everything that had happened, but he was really left with no choice. He couldn't just have one of his top officers taking matters into his own hands and doing whatever the hell he felt like. "…Do you have any idea how much damage you could have caused to the time stream? You're lucky Cassie Chan was the only life altering event that changed."

"I know," he sighed heavily. "…..And I know, saying I'm sorry won't change things." He gulped in heavily, having a sick feeling in his stomach, a fear that he would lose all he has worked for since he was fourteen years old. While he knew he deserved it, he didn't want to lose it. SPD meant everything to him. "…What did Supreme Commander Birdie have to say about what I did?"

"I haven't told him." He paused for a moment, watching the shocked look appear on Sky's face. "…He has very high hopes for you, Sky. I wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"…I don't understand." He couldn't believe that Cruger would keep something like this from Birdie. Birdie oversaw everything that happened with the entire SPD force; any time anything urgent happened Cruger was supposed to report to him. "What I did calls for demotion, being stripped of my Ranger rank."

"Is that what you want to have happen?" he questioned him.

"…No." Of course that wasn't what he wanted to have happen. SPD meant everything to him, this was his life. "….SPD is where I want to be, sir."

"…Which is why I think I owe you one more chance to redeem yourself," stated Cruger as he eyed the young officer in the eyes, wanting to make sure he was very clear. "But listen to me when I tell you this, if you pull another stunt like that you will leave me no choice, Sky. I can't keep giving you chances, no matter how good an officer or how valuable you are to SPD."

"Yes sir," he answered. He knew Cruger was taking a big chance with him, giving him one more shot. "…And thank you."

Cruger didn't answer, just nodded his head. Though he was giving Sky another shot it was going to take some time until he knew he would be able to trust the young man before him like he used to. He knew Bridie wanted him to talk to Sky about the possibility of him one day becoming the top Commander here, taking his place, but right now he needed for the two of them to regain that trust that had been lost, before that discussion could come up. "…I'll leave you to get some rest."

"…Hey, did you get a chance to see Sky?" asked Z, as she walked out of one of the training rooms, while the young cadets exited the room.

"Yeah. Just with him a few minutes ago, until Cruger came in," answered Chase as he walked up to her.

"…Yeah, I figured that once Sky came out of his coma, wouldn't be long before the Commander paid him a visit." She just hoped that Cruger wasn't too hard on Sky, though deep down she knew Sky deserved everything Cruger had to throw at him, but that didn't mean deep down she didn't feel bad for the guy.

"Sky's tough, I'm sure he'll handle it."

"Yeah." Z leaned against the wall. "…So, I haven't seen you in the last few days, how've you been?"

"I've been good. Hanging out with Tommy a lot." He licked his lips and looked her in the eyes. "….and been doing a lot of thinking."

"…About?"

"….That you were right. I needed to let go of my anger about Cliff, otherwise it could have destroyed me." He had seen Sky's own vengeance nearly cost the red Ranger's young life.

"What made you change your mind?" she asked, knowing that before this he was set against letting go of his anger and only wanted revenge for what had happened.

"A lot of things actually…." He didn't know why but he felt himself drawn to Z. Perhaps it always had been there, but up until now he had been letting things like his anger, his thirst for wanting revenge and even the love he did not want to let go of, get in the way. Maybe now that since he had finally really let go, he allowed himself to see and feel again. "…How' bout I tell you over lunch?"

Z smiled. "…I'd like that, but I already promised Syd I'd have lunch with her, since she and Sky broke up, she's been kind of down, but why don't we have dinner tonight?"

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled as he waved goodbye to her, as she headed off to have lunch with Syd. Just maybe he would find happiness again.

It was getting late, he'd had visitors come and go all day, but Syd had been the only one who had not come to see him, since they had talked last. Z and Bridge had each made an excuse for her, but he knew neither one was true. He really couldn't blame her and knew it was going to take time, and even then, deep down he knew things would never be the same between them. Not after everything they had been through, not after they stepped over the boundaries of their friendship. Things would never be the same again….

Today had mostly been about him apologizing to everyone who had come into his room. Eric had even dropped by again to check in on him; the two hadn't really had a chance to talk before, he was just starting to come out of his coma and really hadn't been all there. …He just couldn't believe that Eric had stayed hours by his bedside, especially after the way he had been treating him, but then he had learned that's what a family is. They're there for you …even when you've acted like a total ass. He cursed himself under his breath. "Feeling any better," he heard a young voice ask him.

Sky turned around to find both Megan and Sam. He hadn't seen them in days in fact the last time he saw them was when Sam had teliported, Megan and himself into the middle of their battle with Mirloc. "I'm getting there," he answered happy to see them and motioned for them to sit down.

"Sorry, I haven't been by sooner," Megan told him with a sympathetic smile. "...but Sam wanted to see you to, but Kat had given him strict orders that he needed to get lots of rest and couldn't go out anywhere."

"You doing okay Sam," asked Sky as he turned to the young teen who he knew he owed his life to. Had it not been for Sam he wouldn't be here. He knew Sam had taken a great risk in saving him.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "I'm feeling like my self again." It had taken a few days for him to completely recover from the whole ordeal with pushing his abilities to new lengths, but he was starting to feel whole again.

"Good," answered Sky happily knowing that his young friend was doing better. He would hate for anything to have happened to either Sam or Megan just to save his life. "I'm sure, that Commander Cruger and everyone has been giving you two hell the last few days." He knew the two had gotten themselves into a world of trouble for their little stunt and likely had already gotten an ear full.

"Oh you don't even know the half of it," exclaimed Megan. "Mom and dad grounded me for a month, and then Cruger gave Sam and I both detention for two months." She turned to Sky smiling faintly. "They said what we did was stupid and reckless."

"Oh it was, extremely reckless," answered Sky firmly as he looked at the two and paused for a moment as if he were going to yell at them, but to their surprise a smile appeared on his face. He knew he would have done the exact same thing. "Thanks, I owe you both my life, especially you Sam." Sky reached out and gripped the teens shoulder.

"I was just returning the favor," Sam answered happy that Sky was still with them.

"Sky..." Megan announced after a few moments. "I'm sorry about you and Syd." She really was sorry. Though she knew that Sky and Syd's relationship hadn't always been perfect, she had been rooting for them. It was silly, but she had hoped that things would have worked out and that Sky and Syd would get married one day, have a family of their own. Sky had always seemed his best when he was around Syd.

Sky sighed heavily and smiled faintly. "You have nothing to be sorry for Megan," he told her as he gripped her shoulder. "I was the one who screwed things up with Syd. ...I've really screwed things up with a lot of people," he admitted. There were many relationships he had torn, because of his actions, his unwillingness to let others in and his reckless behavior.

"But you're trying to set things right," announced a voice. "…And that's what matters."

Sky looked up as the owner of the voice stepped through the shadows of his darkened room, his face just barely visible in the light from the hall. He sighed heavily, now having the only person left who had yet to visit him show up unannounced. He knew it would only be a matter of time until the man before him would show up …but they might as well just get this over with. Besides he was too banged up and tired to just jump out of the bed and take off. It was time he faced what he's been avoiding for months.

"We'll see you later Sky," announced Megan knowing that Sky and Drake had a long over due talk. "Come on, Sam." The two waved goodbye and made their way out of the room.

"….I was wonderimg when you'd show."

"…I was wondering if you'd even want to see me, after everything that's happened," answered Drake as he walked over to Sky's bedside and took a seat. "…We both got off the wrong foot. I shouldn't have thrown everything on you all at once."

"….And I could have handled it a little better."

"I don't think anyone could have taken that kind of news well." He looked into the young man's battered face. "…I want you to know that I'm sorry about everything that's happened to you. And if there was a way for me to change all that, I would."

A few moments passed with Sky just staring into Drake's face ….he remembered him from before ….before all of this happened ….before his life had changed. He remembered once upon a time, that he and Drake had been close. He had been... "….I know. …You just wanted to make her happy. Grant her, her dying wish."

"…Yeah. I did."

"….I want you to know that I don't blame you anymore." Sky knew if he didn't say it now, he might never say it. "You did what you had to do back then. I was just a kid, I couldn't have possibly have understood why…"

He knew Sky didn't have to do that, to free him. He knew the young man before him would have every right in the world to hold it against him, but instead he forgive him for what he had done all those years ago. "….You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did." He bit his lips. He knew that if he couldn't find it in his heart to forgive the man who had loved him, called him his son, who held him as a baby, then how could he ever hope for Syd to be able to forgive him. He just hoped that one day Syd would find it in her heart to forgive him.

Drake smiled, seeing that the painkillers were starting to take their toll on Sky. He gripped his shoulder. "…Get some rest, Schuyler." He stayed, watching as Sky closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, much like he had back when he had been a little baby. Drake stood up and started to back away, keeping his eyes locked on Sky, as if he were afraid this was just a dream and that when he woke up Sky would be gone. He knew it was going to take time for him and Sky to work through everything they had been through, but if Sky was willing to put forth an effort so would he. One matter still lingered and that was, what would become of the fate of another man that would greatly affect Sky's life, who still lay deep in a coma a few rooms down the hall.

A couple of days later Eric pushed Sky in the wheelchair down towards a room where two guards stood in front of a door. The young red Ranger didn't appear pleased to be heading to where they were going, in fact he had been dreading it and had even gone as far as avoiding the whole conversation ever since he had come out of his coma. "…Why?" he questioned. "…You haven't even stepped foot inside that room."

Maybe it was wrong of him having not gone to see Wes …but he wasn't the one who needed to go in there. "I made my peace with your father a long time ago." Eric stepped around so he was face to face with Sky. "…The doctors don't know what's going to happen …but the hard truth is, that the time may come when a decision needs to be made and that will fall upon you, Sky." He eyed the young man in the eyes, knowing this was a hard thing to ever ask of anyone.

"You mean I may have to make the decision of whether to pull the plug," he flatly exclaimed, with a hint of tension and even anger.

"Yes." Eric licked his lips, feeling slightly uneasy. If he could make the choice he would, but it wasn't up to him. "…You are his son, next of kin."

Sky turned away for a moment, struggling with a bundle of emotions all at once. "…So if the doctors think he's not going to make it ….Why even go in there? What's the point? If you won't even go in there, why should I?" He looked Eric hard in the eyes. "Give me one good reason why I should."

Though it had taken some time for Eric to realize it, he finally understood the root of Sky's anger. He didn't understand before …maybe he didn't want to believe it or even see it, but it always had been there, all along. All these years. "…Because I'm not angry with him."

"….What?" Sky's eyes widened.

"Take it from a guy who spent a good portion of his life being angry." Eric sighed. "You're angry with your father, Sky, you have been for a long time, even before…." He bit his lip, it was hard for him to say it, but it needed to be said, it needed to come out, so that the healing could begin.

"…That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" he questioned, as he crossed his arms against his chest. "….We can be angry with our heroes, Sky."

Sky didn't answer as he slumped down in his wheelchair, knowing deep down Eric was right. All these years, ever since he was a boy, he had been angry with his father, his hero. He was angry that he wasn't home enough, that he always seemed to have to leave just when they were having fun, that he wasn't there to see him grow up, that he left him. …All this time, he had been pretending to be just like his father, wanting to be the best, wanting to prove himself, when the truth was that all he was trying to prove was he didn't need …a father. …He didn't need anyone.

"…I didn't understand before at the bar, it took me time to understand that your resentment towards your father hadn't begun when you learned the truth. It was something that had always been there." Eric reached out, gripping the son of his best friend's shoulder. The truth, after all these years, had finally come out. "…It's okay, Sky. It's okay to be angry with him."

"Is it?" he questioned Eric, and even himself, as he looked up at the man who he had called his uncle as a child. "…Your job was important, I know it is…" He knew the work of being a Ranger was not an easy one, he had been living it. "…Maybe it's wrong for me to be angry, for wanting him all to myself."

"You were just a kid. You had every right to want him to be there, no one can ask a little boy to share their father with the world….."

A few hours had passed, allowing Sky time to think in the darkened room in silence, with only the sound of the machines and monitors helping to keep his father stable. Sky still couldn't believe that he had been angry with his father, he had come up with this fantasy as a child that his father was perfect, but the truth was he had only done that for himself.

Sky just sat in his wheelchair near his father's bed, watching him sleep. No one knew if he would ever wake up or even what to expect if he did, for all they knew his mind could be gone. He might no longer be the same Wes Collins they all had known. But right now the only thing that was on Sky's mind was what Eric had said to him, just hours ago. 'What are you afraid of more, that he won't ever wake up or that he will?' Was he afraid that his father would come out of the coma? He must be, because he didn't want to come anywhere near this room, Eric had practically forced him to come here and sit with his father, so that he could settle his unresolved issues.

He was afraid. More afraid then he ever thought imaginable. Back when he was just a boy, this had been all he had ever wished for, but now after knowing the truth and knowing that his father had lied to him, that changed the way he felt about things. He didn't know what he would say to his father if he woke up. He was so angry and confused about everything.

This hadn't exactly been his week. Sighing heavily, he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. He stared into his father's still face, trying to come up with what he would want to say to him, but nothing would come up. He didn't know if it was because he was just feeling tired, feeling the aches and pains of his body and the effects of the painkillers or if there was just too much to say at once. "…What am I going to do?" He looked once more at his father before he started to roll his wheelchair to head back to his room to get some rest when…He saw a small twitch in his father's hand.

Eyes widening, his heart racing fast, Sky remained still, watching the hand for several seconds until his eyes moved towards the face of his father, as he watched as the eyes he thought he'd never see again opened.

It took several long minutes for Wes to take everything in, trying to figure out where he was; the room was dark and his body hurt all over, his throat felt dry. He was frightened at first, until his eyes fell upon a young man sitting in a wheelchair by his bedside, looking like someone really had done a number of him. "…Wh-where am I?"

Sky didn't answer right away, he was still in shock that his father had woken up and was speaking to him, even though it was just barely a whisper of muffled words. He cleared his throat. "…You're in the SPD hospital."

"Hospital…" He seemed to play the word over in his mind. He winced slightly, as if it hurt for him to think.

He couldn't move, he knew he should go and get out of the room to let Kat know that his father had woken up, but he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. "….Don't you remember what happened?"

"Remember?" Wes questioned it, as he closed and opened his eyes a few times, trying to remember the events that had taken place. And then his eyes widened with fear and his heart starting racing. "….The battle." He was nearly in a panic.

Sky could see the heart rate start to go up; he reached out and gripped his father's shoulder. "You need to calm down."

Wes didn't know what it was, but there was something about the way he said it, that helped bring him back down. He took a few breaths to calm himself and get his heart rate back to where it was not threatening. "….Mirloc."

"That's right…."

"….My partner Eric and I, we were fighting Mirloc."

And that's when Sky realized that what his father was remembering was what had happened fourteen years ago…

Wes stared at him with pleading eyes. "…Eric, is he…."

"….Eric's fine."

"….And Mirloc?"

Sky sighed heavily, knowing now his father's condition was not good, he didn't have to be a doctor to know that. But for now all he could do was answer his father's questions, as carefully as he could. "….He won't ever be able to hurt anyone again." …He had made damn sure of that.

"….Good." His breaths were soft as he let out a sigh of relief. "I thought I was a goner." He had been so sure he was going to die, that he would never see the light of day again, never see any of the people he loved with all his heart.

Sky never answered, just shook his head and watched his father, a pang in his heart, but it only got worse when the next question was asked…..

"Do you know if my family is here?" Wes licked his lips, trying to get them wet and get rid of the dryness. "…My wife, son and father?" It did seem slightly odd to him to find what he believed was a young officer who must have been injured in the attack and not to have his family by his side, but he was still a little too out of it to even ask the question.

"….Um, I should really go get Dr. Manx, she'll be able to answer the rest of your questions." Sky started to roll his wheelchair, just wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

"Thank you…." Wes answered, watching as the young officer rolled out of the room. He took a breath in, feeling sleep come over him, but a good sleep, a sleep he knew that he would wake up from when he regained his strength.