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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 3

I keep rubbing my eyes and getting up periodically so I don't fall asleep. I glance at the clock on the far wall. Two and half hours since Sam went into surgery. I could really use some coffee but I'm afraid to leave to get some because in that moment a doctor could come with news about Sammy. While I'm stretching an older doctor in blue scrubs swishes into the waiting room. All his silver hair is barely able to fit underneath his surgical cap.

His blue eyes scan the waiting room. "Deacon family."

"That would be me." I walk over to him. "I'm Sam's brother, Dean." I extend my hand but the surgeon refuses to shake it. He's not making a good impression on me already.

"Dr. Hastings."

"How did the surgery go?"

"I was able to stop the bleeding but your brother has suffered a severe brain injury. He's in a coma."

"A coma." I try to wrap my brain around that word. "When will he come out of it?"

"I have had many cases like this in the past. Most have never woken up or died."

"Well aren't you a bucket of sunshine."

"I just gave you my professional opinion. I can't help it if you don't like what I had to say."

I take a couple of deep breaths to stop the growing rage inside me. Who tells someone's family that their loved one is a goner? I imagine myself strangling Sam's neurosurgeon but quickly reconsider that course of action. I'll never see Sam if I'm hauled away by security.

"When can I see my brother?" I try to say politely even though I really want to cuss him out.

"Sam's in recovery right now. Once he's settled in ICU, a nurse will come get you."

"Do you have any other questions for me?"

Yeah, how can I get another doctor? "No, that's it."

Dr. Hastings swivels on his heels.

"And doctor my brother is going to recover. He's a fighter."

The surgeon turns around. "For his sake and yours, I hope he does." He continues down the corridor.

I didn't know if Dr. Hastings really means that or not but at this point I don't care. Sam is going to be fine.


Another hour passes before the nurse comes to get me. She is a short, heavyset older woman named Alicia. She seems nice. I am glad. I don't think I could handle another Dr. Hastings. I pause outside of Sam's room then slowly walk inside. Most of Sam's head is wrapped in a turban like dressing. He looks so pale. At least he's not on a ventilator. That's a good sign.

I drag a chair to his bedside and grasp his hand in mine. "I'm here, Sammy. I'm hoping that Dr. Hastings didn't say anything negative around you. Don't believe a word he said if he did."

Sam's body begins to rock back and forth. The monitors go haywire. Various doctors and nurses rush into the room. Alicia ushers me out into the hallway.

Please let Sammy be okay.