DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, never will. All just for fun. I am also not an Officer of the Law, a doctor or a resident of New York. Please allow for a little poetic license :)

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

A/N: I made a boo-boo last chapter. Oops. I wrote that the doctor 'turned off' the ventilator. I did research into it a little, but I guess I misunderstood (it was all in medical lingo) and maybe meant 'disconnet'. I dunno... anyways, I apologise, but like I said, I'm not a medical professional : ) Thanks to whoever pointed it out though, I appreciate the feedback. And thank you to everyone else who reviewed and added, and chimmed in on the age debate lol.

And I'm sorry it's been so long! With Christmas and New Year, then it was my Birthday, then my computer decided not to work... It's working again, but still no spell check so apologise in advance for any errors I miss... But I'm back again! Yey!

10-13: Chapter Six

Jamie was in and out of conciousness for the rest of the day. They'd managed to have a few small conversations with him but nothing substantial. He remembered the accident vaguley, as well as the events building up to it. The next few days he was still sleeping a lot, but everyone had managed to see him, even if just for a few minutes.

Danny sat at his bedside. He'd breifly returned home to update Linda and the boys, have a meal with them then returned to the hospital. Erin and Henry had been there when he'd returned, his Dad having gone home for a shower and some real food instead of the dried up sandwiches and chips he'd been eating all week out of the cafeteria. They'd had a brief conversation in the hallway while Jamie was asleep about Jamie's future. Erin had wanted to have a plan in place for when Jamie was discharged and Danny hadn't wanted to talk about it. He felt bad now, for snapping at her like that. He knew she was as worried and concerned as he was, and that that was just Erin's way of dealing with things, to plan. He made a mental note to stop by her place later and appologised. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Jamie. "Hey, Kid." Danny said softly as Jamie opened his eyes.

"Hey." Jamie replied. His voice was still a little horse. His bed had been slightly raised allowing him to see around the room a little better. He closed his eyes and sighed. He still felt tired, but he was pretty sure that was the medication still working it's way out of his sysyem. Everything was uncomfortable, but nothing hurt too much, but he supposed that was the pain meds he was on. He opened his eyes when Danny spoke.

"I saw the Doc leaving your room when I got here." He said, dreading having to bring up the condition Jamie was in but knowing it was unavoidable. "Everything ok?"

Jamie scoffed. "Depends on your definition of OK I guess, but yea."

"What'd he say?" Danny asked, hoping that the doctor would have informed him of his prognosis so he would have to. He knew it was cowerdly, but he didn't think he could take his brothers reaction to the news of what his future held.

"Seeing the Physio later." Jamie answered, matter of fact.

"Really?" Danny asked, genuinely surprised. Jamie looked in no condition to be moving about. "Don't you have to wait for your pelvis and leg to be healed for that kinda stuff?"

Jamie shrugged. "Something to do with hip movement. I can't stay in bed for too long but 'cos of my leg and arm they gotta assess me and come up with some kinda treatment plan or something. I dunno..." He trailed off, looking out the window.

"You ok?" Danny asked tentatively.

"Yea I'm great, Danny." Jamie replied dryly, not turning to face him.

Danny didn't miss the tone in Jamie's voice. He was angry, and Danny didn't blame him. "You wanna talk about..." Danny shrugged. This had never been his field. "Stuff?" He offered.

"Stuff?" Jamie repeated, pursing his lips. "No, Danny. I don't wanna talk about stuff." He answered shortly, turning to face his brother.

"Look, Kid. I know..."

"You know what, Danny? What?" Jamie snapped, instantly regreting it. He knew Danny was trying to help and was way out of his comfort zone. But he was fed up of the same questions from everyone. How was he feeling? Did he want to talk? Talk about what? He knew, deep down, that his injuries had changed his life. He knew he had months of recovery ahead of him, the doctors had left him with no disillusions about that. He knew that his days as an NYPD officer were more than likely over, but talking about it would make it all seem so much more real. And as stupid it that sounded, even to himself, he just couldn't bring himself to say it all aloud. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just," he sighed. "I'm just not ready to talk about things, ok. I'm not ignoring it, I'm not pretending everything'll suddenly magically get better. I know everything's gone to hell," he tried to keep his voice even. "But I just..." He looked around the room before settling on Danny. "I just wanna get out of here."

"It's ok." Danny said him, "You don't gotta talk if you don't want to." He said, leaning back in his chair. "To be honest, it's not my forte anyways so..." He shrugged.

Jamie laughed a little. "Well that's an understatment and a half."

Danny smiled, agreeing. The two sat in silence for a few moment before Danny noticed how tired Jamie looked. "I'll let you get some rest. Linda told me she's gonna divorce me if I don't hang up the curtain rail she bought last month anyway." He said, standing. "Apparently now you're awake I've used up all my passes to get outta the DIY." He said putting on his coat. "I'll see you later."

Jamie nodded. "Hey, Danny." He called as Danny reached the door. "Thanks."

Danny looked at him puzzled, but said nothing.

"On the scene, after the accident. Thanks." Jamie said, flashing a brief smile. He didn't remember any details of the accident, but he did remember Danny being there.

Danny smiled. Opening the door. "You're welcome, Kid. Just don't do it again."

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Jamie knew his Dad was sat beside him long before he had the energy to open his eyes. He stiffled a yawn as he turned to face his father. "Hey, Dad." He said.

Frank smiled. "Hey." He said, placing down the book he'd been reading. "Danny tells me you're seeing the physio later today?" He asked, sounding as surprised as Danny had.

Jamie nodded, wincing a little as it sent a shockwave of pain through his skull. "Yea." he said. "Just an assesment or something." He shrugged. His entire body ached. He used his unbroken arm to rub his face.

"You ok?" Frank asked, noticing Jamie wince as he nodded. The doctor had mentioned that they'd began to lower Jamie's dosage of pain medication to get him on a level suitable for when he would be discharged. It seemed a little soon for Franks liking.

Jamie nodded, but before he could speak there was a knock at the door. "Jamie?" A tall, slim man asked as he entered. He looked to be about the same age as Jamie, with almost black hair and a neat beard. He was carrying a folder under his arm. "I'm Tim, your physio."

"Hi." Jamie replied. "This is my father..."

"Commissioner Reagan." Tim said, moving to shake Frank's hand.

"Frank, please." Frank said, smiling as he shook the mans hand.

"My brother's at the 123rd over on Staten Island." Tim explained, moving round to the other side of the bed. "Jonathan Michaels. He's been waiting for forever to get transfered over to Manhatten. He lives in Tribeca." He continued as he began making notes in the folder. "He used to live in Westerleigh, but then he met a girl, and, well, y'know."

"Well I hear there's an opening at the 12th comming up." Jamie said dryly.

"Jamie." Frank said, almost as if he was telling him off. "We don't know..."

"Hey, Tim?" Jamie said, cutting off his father and turning to face the physio. "What would you say are my chances of returning to active duty?"

"Well, I, erm..." Tim stutted.

"C'mon. Professional opinion." Jamie asked, looking at his father as he spoke.

"Given the damage you sustained to the femoral nerve, I'm afraid I'd have to say unlikely. But never say never, hey?" He said, trying to ignore the tension between the father and son. "Anyway." Tim said, returning to the notes he'd made. "I see you're surgery was only a few days ago, so I'm not expecting you to be up and about for a while yet. The problem we're going to have with your pelvis rehabilitation is the mobility issues presented with your arm and leg both being fractured." He explained. "That's partly why you're leg hasn't been cast. They'll wait a few more days and fit you with a air cast so it won't be too heavy." He explained as he closed Jamie's notes. "We wouldn't normally fit an air cast with a fracture like yours, but with your arm in a cast too crutches are going to be a challenge. We really don't want you to be in a wheelchair too long because we need to start excercising your pelvis." He looked from Jamie to Frank and back again. "It's kinda a Catch Twenty-Two situation." He explained, smiling a little.

"So when do we start?" Jamie asked. He really didn't feel like it, but knew the sooner he started, the sooner he would be allowed to go home and at the moment, that's all he wanted.

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A/N2: So better late than never, right. The next chapter's going to jumo forward about week. But don't worry! You will get to see (or rather read) Jamie physio and things. It's just I have quite a bit planned for this story, but not a lot that happens at the hospital, so no point dragging it out. Hope fully won't be so long until the next update either. Hopefully!

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