Later That Day

Scenery went by in a big blur, his mind so dopey with medication Walker couldn't lift his head from the window. His mouth ached, but the pain so far was rather dull which helped with his drowsiness. He swallowed hard, his mouth feeling like cotton and his throat parched. Very slowly he turned his head towards John to see his son sipping at his water. He glanced over to Walker then handed him the water bottle.

"Hear, drink some water." He stopped the truck, then leaned over to help Walker. "How you feeling, Walker?"

He winced loudly as the water touched his sensitive molars. "I hate being medicated."

"I know that feeling. When I was shot and they put me on those meds, it just didn't feel right." John sighed heavily as he parked the truck. "We're here at your physical therapy. Do you feel like going in today?"

Walker tried to move, but found that caused him to get rather dizzy. "No, can you let them know for me." He hated to ask for John to do this for him, he really wanted to go in, but at the moment all he wanted to do was sleep. "Sorry."

John patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you got a good excuse. Just rest up here, I'll talk to Terry Mist and see what she says."

In a car, parked not too far away sat Clyde and Johnny, both studying Walker for the best time to make the kill. The Marine had parked and ran inside, leaving the Ranger alone in the pickup. Clyde opened his door, his right hand reaching for the club that he hid under his seat. He took several quick deep breaths then made his way quickly to the gray pickup. His eyes scanned the area around him knowing at this time of day the lot was dark and nearly empty. He shifted the club in his hands then raised it to his side as he stepped up to the window. The Ranger appeared to be asleep, good.

In one quick movement he slammed the window with the club instantly shattering it and before Walker could do anything Clyde pulled the door open. He grabbed hold of the Ranger's shirt collar then yanked him violently out of the truck. He liked having his victims weak, gave him more power over them.

"I should have finished you off in that alley!"

Walker's mind was so foggy he didn't even know what had happened to him till he felt the first hit to his chest. As quickly as his drugged body allowed him to he got to a sitting position just in time to get a hit to the side of his head. Stars began to dance in his vision as another hit came to his head, this one hitting almost in the same spot. Then another hit came this time square in his jaw which made him scream in agony as the club cracked his newly fixed molar.

This got Clyde furious. "You are a stubborn…" He stumbled backwards in pain as Walker landed a square kick to his groin. "Son of a…"

"Dad!" Came John's voice. "Hang on!"

Clyde gritted his teeth knowing he had failed again to kill the Ranger. "I'll be back, Walker."

John skidded around the truck bed as the attacker sprinted away into the shadows. Horrified at what just happened he spun around to see if anybody saw the attack. No one, not a single soul. He cursed then turned his attention to Walker to see him cradling his head. At least he was conscious, which was a very good sign. However, there was a lot of blood coming from a wound to Walker's temple.

"Walker, you okay?" He knelt down to check on his father to see him cradling his jaw. "And you just got that fixed today. Can you get up?"

Walker slowly nodded. "Yeah." He slowly stood up, his motions a little sloppy. "I landed a kick." He turned to John with a lopsided smile. "I thought of where I wanted to kick," He shrugged. "I was aiming for the knee, but it worked none the less."

"How's your head?" John took out a flashlight and tried to shine it in Walker's eyes, but his hand was batted away. "Walker, I need to see if you have a concussion." He sighed heavily as he took out his cell phone. "I'm calling the police." Once he was done with the call he glanced at Walker to see him rapidly blinking. "Here, lay down."

John quickly went to the driver's side, opened the door then climbed in to help Walker lay on his back. Once that was done he sat down then cradled his father's head in his hands. He shook his head not believing he had once again came to late to help Walker.

While the emergency vehicles made their way into the parking lot his father began to fall asleep. "Hang on, dad. Help is on the way." A paramedic came running up to John, to see Walker falling asleep. He gently shook Walker to try to keep him awake. "Need to stay alert, dad."

The paramedic patted John's shoulder. "More then likely suffered a concussion." As John scooted out of the truck, the paramedic stepped in instantly spotting the alert bracelet around Walker's neck. Quickly he took it out from underneath the shirt to read it. "Epilepsy."

John nodded. "He suffered a life threatening head injury about five or six months ago. He's been suffering from seizures ever since then."

"Very well." He pushed the button on his radio. "Have a head injury here, might be serious." As he waited for the stretcher he began to check Walker's vitals. "Hey, Mr. Walker can you hear me?" He made a fist then slowly began to rub the man's sternum. "I need for you to stay awake for me."

Walker's mind was rather groggy and at first he didn't know what had happened to him. Then stabbing pain in his jaw jerked him from his drowsiness. He opened his eyes, or tried to, his eyelids felt as though something was weighing them down. His head throbbed which meant he must have had another seizure, however the pain seemed to keep in rhythm with his heartbeat. What the hell happened to him?

"John?" He swallowed hard as the pain intensified as he talked. "John?"

"Hey, you're finally awake." Came a voice at his side. "You have a concussion, we're taking you to the hospital right now."

Very gradually everything came back to him and if it wasn't for the constant wave of drowsiness, he would have tried to sit up. "The man, did you catch him?"

"Unfortunately not." Walker slowly opened his eyes to see a young paramedic looking down at him. "How are you feeling?"

"A little confused." The ambulance came to a stop, its bay doors instantly opening upon arrival. "My mouth is on fire." He tried to get up, but found they had strapped him down onto the stretcher. "Where's John?"

"Your son is right behind us, with Ranger Trivette." The paramedic helped guide the stretcher out of the ambulance. "Possibly a broken jaw and a concussion!" He proceeded to call out Walker's vitals as the stretcher was wheeled through the hospital to an emergency room. "Patient is awake and coherent. Suffers from epilepsy!"

Walker grimaced as a hand began to feel the right side of his face. "I don't feel any fractures." This got him to visibly relax. "Looks like all you need Mr. Walker is a few x-rays and some scans. Then we'll keep you overnight to keep an eye on you."