Hi, this the author. Sorry for taking so long to update, honestly I forgot about this fic. But anyways here it is and I hope you enjoy. :)

When Henry arrived at the hospital he barely bothered to stop the car before he got out. But as a man of the law, he made sure he wasn't parked in the emergency lane. Though in his mind, this was an emergency.

After a short jog through the parking lot Henry arrived at the front desk. He must have been some sight, because as he slumped against the counter, the young woman behind it jumped and widened her eyes.

"I'm-", Henry huffed, "here for my son. He was shot. His name is Shawn Spencer."

The woman visibly relaxed, she probably thought he was crazy. But being a worried parent was almost the same thing.

"He's in surgery right now, he'll probably be for another hour. Please take a seat sir. Do you need some water?" The thought of anyone catering to him while his son was dying made Henry physically ill, but he was parched. He nodded, and the woman smiled and turned to get him the drink. Henry then went to go take his seat and wait for more news.

Henry was opening his bottle of water when Gus burst through the front doors. He looked around like a scared kid before his eyes landed on Henry. He ran up and started rambling, "Where's Shawn? Is he ok? Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. He's dead isn't he? I'm too late." Gus then dropped to his knees and started bawling. Henry knew Gus was emotional, but right now he was just being irrational. He got up from the uncomfortable waiting room chair and knelt down next to Gus.

"Hey, Gus. Gus, come on. He's not dead-" Henry had trouble saying that, "he's in surgery right now. I haven't gotten any word on how he's doin' yet so let's just calm down, okay?"

Gus let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and nodded quickly. Shawn wasn't dead. He couldn't be. So he rose from the floor and walked over to where he had previously been sitting with Henry's arm around his shoulder.

Seeing Gus so distraught only made Henry feel worse. He brought this upon the man that felt like a second son to him. He didn't think Gus would ever forgive him if he knew that he was the one that put Shawn here.

So they waited. Gus was twiddling with the string hanging off his sleeve while Henry just stared, periodically taking sips of his water. Every time a nurse would walk into the waiting room Henry leaned forward in his seat, hoping news had finally arrived about his son. But to his disdain, every one of the doctors that passed were for someone else. He had learned so much about the people around him in just the 30 minutes (which felt like hours) that he'd been sitting there.

The couple in the corner were holding hands, apparently their daughter had cancer and had suddenly fallen gravely ill. The man in the middle row seemed pretty content, he had a cast around his arm, waiting to see if his insurance company was going to get back to him. And then there was the man that looked just as concerned and nervous as he was. He hadn't heard anything, but he supposed he was waiting for someone he cared deeply for. Just like himself.

The thoughts kept swirling in his head. Images of his son, lying on the ground, in pain and bleeding out. Then more came of Shawn on the operating table, with the line on the heart monitor going flat. This was unbearable. But then again, he deserved it. If Shawn didn't make it through surgery he didn't know what he'd do, how he'd go on knowing that he let him go.

Then a tall, thin doctor entered the room. "Family of Shawn Spencer?" Henry sat up straight in his seat. The doctor noticed the action and moved over to him. Henry then stood and shook the doctor's hand. Gus was by his side now too.

"I-I'm Shawn's father, Hen-"

But he was cut off by Gus, "Is he okay?"

The doctor sighed, but then smiled wearily. "We had a few complications but he's going to be just fine. You can see him in a little while, but he needs to rest right now."

Relief spread through the both of them. Henry thanked the doctor multiple times before he was called away to other duties. Both men then sat back down and waited. And as those uncomfortable chairs became a little more bearable, Henry silently thanked any, and every invisible force that was listening.

After about an hour of sitting there and refusing Gus' pleas for him to eat, Henry couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to see Shawn. He slowly got up and strolled cautiously over to the front desk. After all, he didn't want to frighten the woman again. She looked up at him and smiled, despite being startled by him earlier.

"Hi, um the doctor came in earlier about my son, Shawn Spencer. I was just wondering if we could see him now." Henry said with as much politeness as he could muster.

The woman smiled brightly again, "I'll go check on that for you."

Henry smiled back as genuinely as he could and thanked her.

He stood there tapping his fingers for a couple minutes when finally she came back.

"The doctor that operated on Shawn, Dr. Lycan, said that he's still under anesthesia, but you can see him."

Henry thanked her again, and motioned for Gus to come over. Gus looked at the woman expectantly.

She grabbed a clipboard and came around the desk. "If you're ready I can take you to see him now."

Henry and Gus both nodded and started moving with him as she led them through the many hallways of the building. She finally stopped them in front of a door. "He's right in here, just click the pager if you need anything."

"Thank you so much," Henry looked down to her name tag, "Hope."

She smiled at him warmly and walked back in the direction they came from.

"Well, after you Mr. Spencer." Gus said anxiously.

Henry let out a sigh, knowing that the worst was yet to come.