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Chapter 18

As the morning wore on, it became evident that Myles wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. Though he continued to dream, he hadn't said anything since he'd called out for Hannah earlier.

The tall blonde agent's lack of response lately made Jack wonder if he'd imagined the whole thing. After almost thirty-two hours without sleep, he couldn't be sure of anything other than his need for a bed.

A quick call to the Assistant Director this morning while Myles and Hannah were in surgery had gotten them a couple of days off. Since members of their team had been hurt, they knew they'd be taken off the case, so D and Lucy had gone into the office to turn over the paperwork before coming back to the hospital.

Now all they had to worry about was their friends' recovery…at least until they were assigned another case. However, none of them wanted to think about going back to the bullpen without Hannah and Myles.

When D and Lucy returned just after lunch, it didn't take much to convince Jack to go home. One look at Sue told him the stress of the overnight events had taken their toll on her as well. After receiving a promise that they'd be called as soon as Myles woke up, the extremely tired couple left their friends to continue the long vigil at the New Englander's bedside.

While Lucy read a book, D sat next to her flipping through the channels on the TV. Neither of them intended to leave this room until their friend woke up except to take turns going to check on Hannah. However, when Bobby and Tara arrived to take up their posts in the young brunette agent's room, it gave them little to do but wait.

A low moan in the direction of the bed finally broke the monotony after a few hours. Almost like children on Christmas morning, Lucy and D hurried to the bedside, their hopes high.

Lucy grabbed D's hand, squeezing it tightly when she saw the tall New Englander's eyes flutter open. Tears sprung to them when she saw the pain shadowed in their depths. Jack had done his best to prepare them before he'd left, but now that the time had come, she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

"Myles?" D called out, putting his arm comfortingly around her shoulders. "Myles?" he repeated, slightly louder as he leaned across the bed to touch his friend's arm.

"Please…not so loud, D," Myles winced noticeably, turning his head gingerly toward them. "What are you doing here?" he asked when he finally focused on his two co-workers next to the bed.

"Do you know where you are, Myles?" D questioned, squeezing Lucy's shoulder cautiously when she gasped, her hand going to her mouth.

"Yeah…" Myles confirmed as he glanced quickly around the room, bewilderment settling over his features as he gazed at the machines and equipment. "A hospital?" he frowned, more confused than ever.

The look D and Lucy shared confirmed they were going to wait to see what Myles could process on his own. As they watched, a multitude of emotions crossed his face while he slowly remembered the events of the previous evening.

"The nightclub…bomb…trapped," Myles muttered as he worked through everything that happened. "HANNAH!" he shouted, sitting bolt upright in the bed before crying out in pain and falling quickly back against the pillows.

"Myles!" Lucy sobbed, rushing around the other side of the bed to help D settle the tall blonde more comfortably. "Are you okay?" she asked, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

"Hannah?" Myles groaned through his teeth, ignoring her question. "Where is Hannah? Is she okay?"

Taking a deep breath, Lucy met D's eyes as he glanced across the bed at her. There hadn't been any change in the young agent's condition, and they worried how much they should tell Myles.

"What's wrong?" Myles asked his voice heavy with worry. "Is it Hannah? Where is she?" he questioned, struggling to lift his head off the bed again.

"Take it easy, Myles," D ordered as he and Lucy eased the tall New Englander back down. "Hannah is just down the hall. Bobby and Tara are with her."

"Is she okay?" Myles repeated urgently, his weary eyes searching his friends' faces. "Her eyes…" he grimaced, his voice trailing off almost as if he was seeing the bloody image instead of the hospital room.

"She had surgery," Lucy murmured, stroking his arm trying to comfort him. However, her sad frown told him that the news wasn't good.

"I want to see her!" Myles demanded stiffly, trying again to get out of bed.

"Myles, stop," Lucy insisted as he worked to ease the covers off his legs with his one good arm. "You're hurt!" she told him as he scowled down at the bed realizing his legs weren't moving.

"What's wrong with my legs?" Myles growled, slapping his hand against his numb thighs. "What happened to my legs?" he pleaded, looking at his friends for answers.

"They were pinned under a lot of debris, Myles…" D began calmly as Lucy turned away unable to cope with his probing eyes.

"I know…I was there!" Myles snapped, his eyes blazing.

"It's caused some trauma," D continued, briefly ignoring his interruption concerned as Lucy moved to the window, her shoulders sagging.

"Am I paralyzed?" Myles asked pointblank, causing the tall black man to turn back to him.

"Your spinal cord is swollen, not severed," D responded, his jaw set firmly. "You'll have to go through rehabilitation to get your strength back, but when that starts depends on how long it takes for the swelling to go down," he told the worried New Englander.

The room fell silent as Myles digested this information. Despite his best attempts, a myriad of emotions shadowed his face as he thought of the implications of his injuries.

"Myles," Lucy whispered softly as she turned from the window. She watched as an emotionless mask fell across his face as he turned to look at her. "We tried calling your parents, but the housekeeper said they were out of town and couldn't be disturbed."

"Ah, yes, Phillip and Elizabeth's annual cruise to the Caribbean," Myles scoffed sarcastically. "No one can interrupt their vacation, lest of all, their only son."

Used to comments like these about his parents, Lucy held up her hand cutting D off before he tried to defend them. She knew it would only spawn an argument and didn't want any added stress.

"We were able to get in touch with Anne at the conference in Seattle," Lucy continued, returning to the bedside as she wiped unshed tears from her eyes. "She's trying to get a flight out so she should be here either tonight or tomorrow," she told him, noticing how his eyes almost softened at his sister's name.

"She shouldn't leave her conference," Myles whispered softly shaking his head slightly. "That's her job."

"And you're her brother," D interjected, the tall New Englander's eyes snapping up to meet his.

"Listen, Myles," Lucy maintained as she watched the two men. "I know you two didn't grow up very close, but the stuff that happened at Callahan and Merced changed things, and you're all she's really got now."

Myles mumbled incoherently as he lowered his eyes again, outwardly uncomfortable with any talk of love or emotion. He'd used that façade to cover his insecurities for so long that even he was unsure of his own feelings as he tried to comprehend all that had and will happen.

A noise by the door barely penetrated his subconscious mind where Myles didn't even look up as the others turned. Only Lucy's gentle touch on his good arm brought him out of his reverie.

"Someone is here to see you," she smiled when he glanced up questioningly.

When Myles looked in the direction she indicated, he felt as if he'd forgotten how to breathe. While the room faded away around them, he stared at the image he'd thought he'd never see again, trying to remember every detail, every feature as if his life depended on it.