A/N: Super sorry guys! I had fifteen papers, quizzes, and exams to study for, then I moved back home, got a job, planned a grad party for my brother…. Thanks for the reviews! And to LivingLifeLarge: Thanks for the idea! It really helped. Hope this meets your expectations. Also: Thanks to Corkybookworm1 for getting me back in gear. I know it's short, but it's just for now until I finish this chapter. I figured something was better than nothing for my readers. Hope you all forgive me!

Frank woke up to a nearly empty room, light starting to enter the window. "Joe must be out of surgery," he thought. Alicia was still lying next to him completely asleep. He turned around to find someone messing with his IV. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't a nurse. He cried out, and Alicia woke up next to him.

Alicia was startled as nurses and security personnel ran into their room. Frank had pulled the IV out of his arm and was bleeding quite profusely. As a few of the nurses swarmed him, one of the nurses went and removed her IV. "Just in case."

Security wrestled the man to the ground, handcuffed him, and escorted him out. The nurses moved Frank to another gurney and rolled him out after them.

Alicia was furious as they took another of her brothers away from her. As they tested her blood for any toxins, she started to get a headache.

"If everything checks out, will one of you kindly roll me to one of my brothers? I'm not going to stay here. I'm fine, and there is no reason for me to be here." Alicia hated being alone, especially when she was scared out of her mind like this.

"You're wrong. You are badly injured, and are no good to your family if you make it worse by not resting." A male voice came from the door. "How are you holding up?"

Alicia looked at the man, puzzled. When he smiled, something clicked. "Oh, you were the EMT who knocked me out: Alex, right?" She shrugged her good shoulder as the nurse pushed past him with the blood sample. "I guess besides the fact someone just tried to kill us again, and my family is spread out across the entire hospital, and I very well can't solve the case that landed us here lying in a hospital waiting for news that no one wants to tell me, I'm holding up great." Hot tears fell from her eyes. "I'm sick of this. I want to know what is going on. I don't care how badly I'm hurt. I want to see my brothers." She looked down and lowered her voice. "They're all I have."

Alex walked over and sat on her bed. "Everything is going to be ok." He put his hand on top of hers. "In fact, I passed your parents in the hall a few hours or so ago. They said something about your brother Joe getting out of surgery." He squeezed her hand lightly. "Would you like me to ask one of the nurses about his condition?" As she nodded, Alex stood and moved to the door. He called one of the nurses and started murmuring to her. She responded, and Alicia only caught the words "hypoxia" and "pneumothorax," which of course meant almost nothing to her. As the nurse rattled on, Alex nodded.

"Thank you," he said, turning back around. He returned to the bed side and squeezed her hand again. "The surgery was successful, and everything seems to be fine, his body is responding to the treatments, but…" He stopped, debating what to tell her. "He's… in a coma, and not waking up."

"No!"

To be continued- Sorry guys! something is better than nothing, though, right?