Danny breathed heavily as he lifted his cellphone to his ear. He has made several different calls as a police officer in New York, but this one was different.

His father picked up instantly.

"Dad," Danny's voice was barely above a whisper, "Jamie was shot today while we were here helping the Scouts. H-He's in really bad shape."

Frank Reagan's voice came back through the phone with no sense of fear, but Danny knew he had some.

"Alright, Son. Here is what we will do, I'll gather up the gang and bring them there. Which hospital is it?"

"Lenox Hill."

"Okay, you try to stay calm for Jamie's sake and call me if there is any significant change before we get there."

Danny hung up and leaned back against his chair. This was his fault wasn't it? Jamie didn't even have to be there in the first place. It was his day off, and Danny figured it would be fun if Jamie tagged along. That was not the case this time.

Danny thought about the two men who ruined their day and complete anger filled his body. What was it that they even retrieved from the woods? He supposed he'd find out later from Jackie. That wasn't what was important right now.

"Danny!"

Danny turned to see Linda and the rest of the family coming into the E.R. waiting room. He allowed a single tear to escape his eye as Linda sat down beside him, and pulled him into a hug.

"It'll be okay," she whispered.

"Linda, it was so bad. There was so much blood."

"It's over now. We need to just hope and pray."

Danny hugged his wife once more and then turned to the rest of his family. Everyone was there, Frank, Henry, Erin, Nicky, Jack, and Sean. He felt a flicker of hope.

Right then, the doctor came into the room.

"It wasn't easy, but I believe Mr. Reagan will be okay."

The family cheered and took turns hugging each other.

"Your battle isn't all the way over. He will need to remain in the hospital for around a week. Once home, he'll still be aching and should try to not move much. I'll need updates of his healing via phone, and I'll let you know when he can shower again. He'll be on antibiotics for a while, and his bandages must be cleaned on the daily. Do we understand?"

Danny felt like a civilian being talked to by a cop.

"Roger that, Doc. Can we see him?"

"Well, he's still asleep, but I know you're just eager to see him so go on."

The doctor led him into the room and then stepped out.

Jamie was pale, so pale, but Danny could see his chest rising and falling.

"Thank God you're alive, Jamie."

Erin grabbed Jamie's hand.

"He looks so fragile."

"That's what every police officer wants to hear."

The family gasped.

Those words came from Jamie.

They started laughing, and they couldn't stop laughing. He was okay. He was going to heal with their help, and things would go back to normal. They kept laughing, louder and louder as they all took turns touching Jamie on the shoulder and smiling.

Danny surveyed the small hospital room, and grinned. While the healing process would take a while, he was going to help Jamie every step of the way. Things were going to be okay.