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SUMMARY: An accident on the job leaves Jamie badly injured. Will he recover? Will the Reagans?

A/N: Sorry it's been a while. Work and life and stuff, y'know...

I noticed that there seem to be two spellings of 'Jameson/Jamison' elating about. I checked Wikipedia and that says 'Jamison', but the Blue Bloods Wiki says 'Jameson'. Anyway, I sticking with the latter, and I'm basing that solely on the fact that it's 'Jameson Whiskey'

Also, my spell checker is telling me EVERYTHING is spelt wrong, so sorry if there are a few mistakes, I re-read it a few times to check it over but a few may have gotten through.

10-13 – Chapter 4

Frank sat at his sons bedside watching the steady rise and fall of the ventilator that was forcing air into Jamie's lungs. The nurse had explained to them about the various machines and wires attached to him, and how they were all pretty routine for the injuries Jamie had. Frank disliked them intently, but as long as they were doing their job...

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The one that bothered him most though was the chest drainage box that hung from the edge of the bed. A wire from it disappeared under the sheets and had been placed somewhere between Jamie's ribs. The drainage box dangled, storing the blood and that had been crushing his son's lungs and displaying it through it's clear exterior. Frank knew it was designed like that so the nurses and doctors could monitor the output, but right now it just felt like it was goading him.

Along with the machines that were keeping his son breathing were the metal rods. Apart from his arm, they were hidden by the sheets that covered Jamie, but Frank knew all to well what the odd lumps were under the covers. A screw had been inserted above Jamie's ankle and below his knee, they'd been told. An external bar had then been placed between the two screws, to prevent the bone from moving before his next surgery. The same method had been used for his arm fracture. Frank knew a similar procedure had been used to keep Jamie's pelvis stable, but he hadn't been able to envisage the disarray of criss-cross bars and screws across the younger Reagans midsection. Jamie's face was littered with cuts, the worst of which was just above his left eye and had been stitched and covered with a gauze bandage. The site of the skull fracture was apparently just behind Jamie's right ear, presumable from where his head had made contact with the ground after being hit. The right side of his face, from below the ear and around the jaw, had swollen and bruised.

Danny hadn't reacted well to seeing Jamie. He'd simply stood in the door way for a few moments, before excusing himself and leaving. Erin had given Jamie a gentle kiss on the forehead, told him she loved him and left after Danny. Henry had stayed a while. But with the knowledge that Jamie was going to be ok had reluctantly admitted that he needed to go home. Linda had returned home with the boys and Nikki was still in the waiting room. She hadn't wanted to see Jamie. Frank could understand why. This wasn't an image of his son he was too keen to remember.

He glanced at the clock. It was late, or early, depending on how you felt about it. He was sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair, keeping watch over his youngest son in an inner-city hospital recovery room. Tomorrow he would go with him when he was moved to the ICU. He sighed, trying to get more comfortable in the chair. "You'll be ok, Jamie." He said. "We'll make sure of that."

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Erin had gone looking for Danny after he had left Jamie's room, but had found no sign of him. Instead she'd found Nikki as she was exiting the bathroom. "Nikki, you ok?" She asked her daughter. She knew it was a stupid question, the redness of Nikki's eyes answered for her.

"I'm fine." Nikki responded, before heading back to the waiting room.

Erin followed her. "You wanna see Uncle Jamie before we go home?" She asked, sitting down next to her daughter. Nikki shook her head, but didn't speak. "You sure?" Erin asked again.

"I..." Nikki began before shaking her head again. "I can't." She said quietly. "I'm sorry."

Erin looked at her, a little puzzled. "Nikki, he's gonna be..." She tried to reassure her, but was cut off.

"I can't see him like that. I'm sorry." Nikki said, shrugging. "With all the machines and the tubes, like he's not even alive any more."

"He is alive Nikki," Erin said, rubbing her hand up and down Nikki's back. "He's going to get better."

"What if he doesn't?" Nikki asked, her eyes brimming with tears. "I mean you heard what the doctor said about how messed up his leg is. What if he doesn't get better?" She wiped away a tear that had fallen. "Uncle Jamie has always been there when I needed him, y'know? He's one of the kindest most honest people I know and he'd do anything for anyone, and I just don't understand why he's lying in a hospital bed, broken, when the bad guy got away!" She said, tears dampening her cheeks.

Erin sighed. "I don't know." She admitted, silently agreeing with her daughter. "But I know he's going to need us when he wakes up. And I know that it's going to be hard from him, but I also know it's going to be hard on you, and Jack and Sean to see him like that." She pulled Nikki into a hug. "Things will be different, for all of us. But it'll be ok." She said, her own eyes now watering at the thought of what lay ahead for her younger brother. "It'll be ok."

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Danny hadn't known where to go. He didn't want to go home, but he couldn't stay at the hospital either, so now he found himself sat at a bar on his own. Seeing Jamie that way had shook him more than he'd care to admit. He knew it would be hard, seeing his little brother in that condition, but he wasn't quite prepared for how much it would effect him. He downed his drink, ordering another scotch.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Danny turned to see his Grandfather sitting down next to him. "Hey, Gramps." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

Henry signalled for the bar tender to get him a drink before sighing, placing his arms on the bar and clasping his hands together. "So how are you doin'?"

Danny chuckled. "I'm great, Pops." He answered before finishing his drink, asking the bartender for another.

"You sure about that?" He pressed, thanking the bar tender for his drink before having some. "Because from where I am, you look pretty shook up."

Danny sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Just..." He scrubbed his face with his hand. "I can't get it outta my head, y'know." He said, playing with his empty glass. "Him just lying there, all bloody and broken and..." He closed his eyes, sighing again. "They had to stabilize his pelvis, before they could load him onto the bus." He continued, looking at Henry. "He... it... I dunno." He shrugged again, looking for the words. "It hurt him, Pops. And being there, and hearing and seeing it all. I guess it's just got me outta whack or somethin'."

Henry nodded. "And running out of the hospital?" He asked.

Danny lent on the bar, resting on his elbows. "I didn't run." He answered, knowing it wasn't true. "He's my little brother. And I know he's a grown man, but still, in my head he's the same little kid who always hid the remote so I couldn't change the channel over." He thanked the bar tender as he placed his drink in front of him.

Henry laughed a little. "Oh, I remember that phase." He said. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Henry spoke again. "Look, I've never been a feelings kind of a guy..."

"You and me both, Pops." Danny said, raising his glass slightly before taking a sip.

"I know how hard it is to see someone you love and care about lying in a hospital bed." Henry said. "God knows we've all been here enough already, with your father, you, Erin, Sean, your brothers..." He reeled off. "But I also know, having been the one in the bed, how much it means to have family there." He took a sip of his drink. "You'll have to go see him sooner or later, Danny. Chances are he'll be in for a while before they let him out."

Danny nodded. "I know that, Pops. I know."

"I know you love your brother." Henry said, "And he loves you too. And that he's going to need your help, Danny."

"How is he..." Danny looked away for a second before facing Henry. "He can't be a cop anymore, Pop. I don't..." he shook his head. "I don't know how I'd deal with that, if it were me. What's he gonna do?"

"I don't know" Henry said, finishing his own drink. "But it's a bridge we'll help him cross."

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Frank was woken by a nurse at around 8am. He was still sat in the same chair from last night, unsure of what time he'd managed to drift off. The constant, steady woosh and click of the ventilator reminding him of the previous day. The low and steady bleep of the heart monitor reminding him that it hadn't all just been a nightmare.

They'd moved Jamie into the ICU and out of recovery, as all his vitals seemed to be ok. It was a private room, just opposite the nurses station, with chairs marginally more comfortable than the ones in the recovery room. The door to the room opened, startled him a little. He looked up to see Danny, takeaway coffee cup in either hand.

He moved around to the side of the bed Frank stood. "Thought you could use one of these." Danny said, handing a cup to his father, before moving back to the opposite side of the bed.

Frank took it, nodding his thanks and taking a sip. He studied his oldests face, wondering if Danny had gotten any sleep at all. He hadn't seen his son like this since Sean had been in the hospital. "How you doing?" He asked.

Danny fiddled with the coffee cup in his hand, shrugging. "Everyone keeps asking me that," He said, taking a sip of coffee. "I mean I'm not the one who got hit by a car," He said shortly. He sighed, shaking his head. "Honestly, I don't know." He answered. "I'm mad, I'm upset," he placed the coffee cup down on the cabinet next to Jamie's bed. "And I'm scared." He admitted. "Scared about the future." He looked down at Jamie, for the first time really looking at him. He took a few moments, taking in the tubes and wires before looking back at his Dad. "I mean..." He looked back down at his brother.

"I know, son." Frank said, smiling sadly. Jamie's future was covered in a dark cloud. Although the news that he would recover from his injuries was elating, the degree to which he would recover was still unknown. And that news was terrifying.

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There we go. Jamie will be about next chapter, but I didn't want to squeeze it on to the end of this one because I thought it might feel rushed. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter hopefully won't take too long, but I make no promises! ATGPNWT85 xx