Hotch took a moment to absorb what Horatio had said to him, and chased him out into the torrent of rain.
"HEY!" Hotch yelled and made Horatio turn around, with his hand on the Hummer's handle. "You know where Jack is?"
"He's at Dade General, he needs you." Horatio shouted, already soaked through his suit. Hotch didn't know how to react, and stood as the water poured down his shoulders and soaked his skin. Caine's now dark red head disappeared into the Hummer and the engine roared to life. Hotch shook water from his head and trotted over to the black SUV. He jumped into the driver's side and sat in the dry car while the rain hammered on the ceiling. He really did not know whether he should thank Horatio or wring his neck.
Eventually he put the key into the ignition and drove to the Hotel to get back into more comfortable attire. He used the govornment provided GPS to find the hospital. His phone had been destroyed by the rain, but if anyone wanted to find him Garcia could. He asked at the Nurses' station, and was told coldly to wait in the uncomfortable waiting room. The plastic chair squealed under him as he shifted his weight back and forth. Eventually, a tall middle aged female doctor came into the room and asked for him.
"Aaron Hotchner?" She asked in a quiet voice.
"That's me." Hotch said and stood up.
"You are the father?"
"Yes."
"Follow me." He obeyed and walked through a hallway lined with glass walls and blinds.
"How is he?"
"Physically, he is undernourished. I couldn't assess him beyond that, he won't let anyone touch him." She said without much emotion. "I am not a psycologist, but he will need a lot of consoling, and a father." She said, and didn't know how much that comment hit home.
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Horatio involuntarily shivered from the cold, wet clothes, even after he had removed them. At his home, he threw a cotton button down shirt on and another dry pair of pants. His mind raced, he could not decide if he had done the right thing or not.
On one hand, the kid had a more stable life, and would be getting an education. His father was unstable, and needed his presence back into his life. Horatio knew that Jack would never be the same, and probably just wanted some space. Horatio was torn between helping father or son. He missed talking with Rick, before the bitterness started between them.
He would tell him to do what the right thing was, and he should not fuss over it. Rick was always worried about him taking his job too much to heart.
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Jack sat alone in a hospital bed, the blinds to the hallway shut, and dull light coming from the large picture windows. He stared at the skyscrapers as lightning thundered through the sky and flashed off the reflective surfaces. He was still in his clothes, after chasing off all of the nurses. The clothes had come from the kids at the hotel.
Jack was a little upset about Horatio sending someone to get him, and not doing it himself, coward. He started as the door to the room opnened and that doctor looked in on him.
"Jack? You have a visitor." She said. He just looked back to the window.
Hotch walked into the room and shut the door behind the doctor.
"Jack?" He stared out the window, not wanting to turn around. "Jack?"
"What?" Jack asked without turning around. Aaron walked up to the bed. "Stay away from me!" Jack snarled, jumped off the bed and backed toward the corner.
"Jack, I am sorry." Hotch did not know what else to say, he was at a loss for words for once in his life.
"You're sorry? Do you have any idea the hell I have been through?" Jack barked at him. "I don't want to see you, leave me alone." Hotch swallowed and went back out of the room. Jack sat back down onto the bed, still steaming.