True Charlie did some advising for the FBI and other agencies, but he had never really considered that Charlie was ever in any danger. He worried about him, as any parent worried about their child, but he had always thought that of his boys Don was the one most likely to be injured. No, this was not something he could have ever predicted.
The mild irritation he felt towards his son as he went upstairs to tell him to come down for dinner. The confusion and alarm as he realized that the growing patch of brownish red on the carpet was blood seeping from inside the locked bathroom. The horror as he broke down the door and saw his near lifeless son. The panic he had felt rising as he begged Charlie to hang on. And now the helpless fear as he paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come and tell him of his son's fate.
"Dad!" As Alan turned towards the voice he was relieved that he would not have to wait alone, though Don looked as frightened as he felt.
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He never wanted to go through something like that again. Couldn't even remember how he had gotten from the FBI office to the hospital. All he could recall was the fear in his father's voice telling him to come to the hospital immediately. That something had happened to Charlie. After that everything was a blur, as his team had dragged him to a car and hurriedly driven him to the hospital. Don couldn't even remember telling his team of the call, or if he had even said anything. The expression on his face had probably been enough to alert them that something was amiss.
Regardless, he was with his father now as they continued to await news of Charlie's condition. Yet as they waited all Don could do was to wonder what had happened and think that he had yet again failed his brother.
