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Thanks to my beta, Shannon! A special thanks to blue peanut m and m for helping me to flesh my story out more and for all your suggestions!

Chapter 2

After numerous trips to the hospitals over the years, you would think I would be used to hospitals by now but I'm not. I hate watching each minute tick away. The not knowing. Feeling helpless. It's enough to drive someone crazy.

Some newscaster drones on about the latest news. A little girl with long, brown pigtails keeps asking her father when they will know something about her brother.

The doors open.

"Jay Landing's family." The doctor looks young. Probably straight out of med school. He has that same calm demeanor that seasoned doctors have but his eyes tell a different story.

The little girl hops off her father's lap and they walk slowly over to the doctor.

"How's my boy?"

"We did everything we could but Jay succumbed to his injuries. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Jay's…dead?" The man tries to keep it together but I can hear the sadness in his voice.

His little girl tugs on his jacket. "What's going on, Dad? Can we see Jay now?"

He crouches down to her level. "Daisy, you know how you go to sleep at night?"

She nods. "Yeah."

Her father's voice starts to break. "Well, your brother's sleeping but he will never wake up."

"Never. But I want Jay to wake up."

The man begins to cry as he hugs Daisy. "Me too, honey." He stands and faces the doctor. "Can we see him?"

"Yes. Is there anyone I can call for you?"

"No, my wife died a couple of years ago and my parents live out of state."

As they walk through the sliding doors, I understand their pain. Losing a loved one is never easy. It took a while for me to get over my dad's death. I couldn't take it if I lost… I quickly wipe that thought from my mind. Sam's going to be okay. He has to be.

"Sam Deacon's family." The doctor is dressed in green scrubs. He's a little shorter than me. His hairline has receded to the middle of his head.

I walk over to him. "I'm Sam's brother, Dean."

"I'm Doctor Sheen. I worked on your brother when he was brought into the ER."

"So how is he?"

"Your brother has suffered a severe head trauma. Right now he's in surgery."

"Is my brother going to be okay?"

"It's too early to tell."

"When can I see him?"

"His surgery will probably take a couple of hours. After his surgery, his surgeon will come talk to you. Sam will go into recovery and onto the ICU. Once he is settled in the ICU, you should be able to see him. Do you have any other questions for me?"

"What floor is the ICU on?"

"The fifth floor. You'll see the waiting room as soon as you get off the elevator."

"Thanks, Doc."

I follow the overhead signs to the elevators and punch the up arrow button.

Sam's still alive but I still have no idea what kind of shape he's in. I try to remain positive as I ride the elevator up to five but given our family's luck that is really hard to do. As soon as the elevator doors open, I walk several feet to the waiting area, drop heavily on a sofa and prepare for the long wait.